Flashpoint (08.06.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed plays as a video package is shown of various FGA grapplers making their way through various entranceways. The video then switches to various FGA grapplers getting kicked, punched, slammed, suplexed and dropped onto the mat....

Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find

I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me...

After dramatic slow motion shots of various grapplers flipping off the top turnbuckle, the video switches to the Flashpoint logo as the chorus kicks in.



The video fades to an outside shot of Liacouras Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd...

The video fades to an outside shot of the Sun National Bank Center in Trenton, New Jersey. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd. The chants turn to boos as “The Greatest” by Sia blasts over the loudspeakers.

The boos grow louder as Molly Reid makes her way out onto the stage, wearing a bandana over the lower half of her face and aviator sunglasses that cover much of the rest. She walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans as they boo and yell at her. Her New Murder shirt is being displayed proudly as she climbs the steps and enters the ring, walking towards the center. Molly takes her sunglasses off and eyes the crowd from every direction as they continue to make their feelings about her known. Molly shakes her head slowly before walking over to a corner of the ring and demanding a microphone from a ring hand. Eventually she’s given one and turns back around, lowering the bandana around her neck as the boos continue for a moment, before dying down enough for her to talk.

Molly Reid: After all that I’ve done for y’all the past year and a half, I align with Dom Harter and immediately this is the reaction I get?

The crowd boos even louder at the mention of Harter’s name. Molly grins to herself as she allows the booing to run its course.

Molly Reid: I get it though. I mean, Dom Harter is Dom Harter! You hate him, you’ve always hated him. You hated him even when he was genuinely trying to turn over a new leaf. You guys seriously gave him sh*t for being a good guy. Couldn’t possibly believe that someone like Dom could ever want to change and be better. ‘He’s a liar!’, ‘he’s pretending!’, y’all said. Refused to believe. And then when he attacks Page, y’all say that you were right all along. You knew it. Congratulations

Molly mockingly applauds the crowd from all directions before shaking her head.

Molly Reid: But you idiots were too dumb to realize that you were the reasons he did that. You wanted him to be lying! You wanted him to be pretending to be a good person! Just so you could say ‘ah ha! I knew it all along’. You wanted Dom to go back to the way he was. And guess what? He did! You got your wish. You only have yourselves to thank for the New Murder. You wanted this, and now you got it. And yet you morons continue to boo us. So please, keep it up. Keep booing something that you all desperately wanted.

The crowd gladly obliges and boos Molly as she motions for them to get louder, before motioning for them to stop so she could talk again. It didn’t really help, but she spoke anyways.

Molly Reid: But I didn’t come out here to talk about Dom Harter. I didn’t come out here to talk about you dummies. I came out here to talk about me. Molly Reid. I realized that I haven’t really spoken to you guys since I pulled that mask off at All Star Showdown. I thought that that simply wouldn’t do. You guys deserve to hear my voice. No more backstage interviews, no more pre-recorded segments. Just me, in this ring, talking to y’all. And I’m gonna talk until somebody stops me.

Molly hesitates for a moment as she realizes the crowd has gotten quiet and is actually listening to her. She grins before speaking again.

Molly Reid: What’s funny to me about all of this is that none of y’all seemed to see it coming. But why not? It’s like everyone forgot what a bitch I used to be when I started wrestling. Just because I had been less so recently, doesn’t mean I’ve changed. And when Dom approached me about the New Murder, I didn’t even blink. A chance to change the landscape of FGA forever? There’s nothing to even consider there. Of course I’m going to agree. Would any of you really turn that down? Oh I know. ‘But Molly, it’s Dom Harter! It’s the New Murder! You’re doing bad things!’ No. This is a bad way to think. The problem with you guys is that you’re so black and white. You really think that people in this business can be truly and completely good, but you’re only kidding yourselves. You dummies lost your goddamn minds cheering for Johnny Karma when he stole Izzy’s world championship belt. You booed the hell out of her for demanding it back. You actually supported someone committing a crime and booed someone for having the gall to demand for their personal possession be returned. But yet Karma is that good guy that we all cheer because he’s taking on Izzy, who’s you don’t like. Would you have cheered Izzy if the roles were reversed? Rhetorical question because of course you wouldn’t. It’s not black and white. There is no good or bad.

Molly continues to speak, getting a little more passionate as she does so.

Molly Reid: You guys are so focused on trying to make that split and it drove me absolutely crazy. Remember when I was wrestling Chris Madison? Remember when my hand slipped and I grabbed his tights? Suddenly you all turned on me so damn quickly you’d think I personally rejected each and every one of you. All because I made a mistake, which I apologized for. Because grabbing the tights is ‘bad’. But guess what?! I retained my championship. I was still the Pride Champion. I was successful! But it didn’t matter to you because I didn’t do it ‘the right way’. So flash forward a few months, and I had a chance to do it again. I could’ve taken Madison out with my title right in that ring. I could’ve kept my belt and become the longest-reigning Pride Champion in FGA history. But no, I HAD to listen to you idiots. I was brainwashed by years of your cheers and ‘support’ and I thought that I had to do things the ‘right’ way. And it cost me my championship belt. All because I listened to you.

Molly Reid: After Only the Strong Survive, I swore that I would never again give even the slightest sh*t about what morons like you thought of me.

Molly points at the entirety of the crowd as they start booing again, even louder than before. Molly shakes her head angrily and doesn’t even wait for them to stop booing before yelling back at them.

Molly Reid: Where did it get me, huh?! Tell me what the hell I ever got because of your so-called support?! None of you thought I’d beat Fujiko. None of you thought I’d beat Evan Envi. None of you thought I’d beat Chris Madison. People loved to cheer me but they didn’t believe I’d actually accomplish anything. I didn’t become a wrestler to be cheered and liked by the fans. I came here to become the best. If I had to go back to that title match at Only the Strong Survive, you better believe that I’d smash that belt across Madison’s face until he was out cold. Because then I’d still be the champion. I’d still have my belt. But you garbage collectors cost me that.

Molly motions to her shoulder, which is empty.

Molly Reid: Because of you I was left with nothing. Despite beating Fujiko and winning the Pride Championship. Despite winning FGA Newcomer of the Year. Despite defending my title twice and having the second-longest reign in FGA history. Despite ALL OF THAT, I didn’t even have a match at All Star Showdown. I had to find my own match because I didn’t have enough to be given one. Your cheers didn’t help me get that match with Heather, I had to work for it. Your cheers didn’t do sh*t. And then! To top it all off, all I heard after that was how favored Heather was over me. So I hope you losers are happy that I beat her down and won yet again. Once again proving that I’m one of the best wrestlers in the entire world.

The crowd boos at this statement, but Molly just vigorously nods her head and yells ‘yes I am’ to the fans in the front row. Once again, Molly doesn’t wait for the booing to stop before speaking.

Molly Reid: And then, two weeks later, you guys are booing me just because of Dom Harter. You boo one of the best in the world because of who she decides to be friends with. Because you don’t agree with what I do. I’m tired of you all. Sick and damn tired. This brings me to the real reason I came out here actually.

Molly Reid: Two weeks after All Star Showdown, my mind was blown. You guys collectively sh*t your freaking pants when Fujiko Mine returned! Fujiko Mine! This chick has made her entire damn career off of cheating and lying but because she has huge tits and likes cute sh*t, you all cheer for her! Not to mention, she was only returning because she actually abandoned this company. All because she couldn’t handle that I beat her and took her title away. She didn’t even attempt to win it back. She just tucked that tail between her legs and ran away. For nine damn months. A great nine months, if you ask me. But then all she has to do is step back into this ring across from me and you guys just piss your pants from excitement. It’s unbelievable.

Molly shakes her head yet again, putting her hand on her forehead as she does so.

Molly Reid: I seriously don’t understand what y’all see in Fujiko. You guys actually laughed at that idiotic video package she had the other week with that plane and money or whatever. I’ve got a pretty damn lenient sense of humor but I’ve never cringed harder than I did when I saw that video. It was the least funny video that I’ve ever seen! But y’all ate it up! Like it was the funniest thing you’d ever seen. All because it’s Fujiko! The first woman to win a singles title in FGA history! Except she didn’t really win it because she was actually eliminated and the referee was just incompetent and didn’t see her. And I guess FGA wasn’t using video recording back then because nobody used the incredibly obvious proof of her being eliminated to strip her of her title. But no we ignore that and we just remember that she’s a historic female wrestler in FGA! This is seriously your role model? Meanwhile, y’all boo me even though I’ve never cheated to win my matches here. I never needed to skirt the rules to win my Pride Championship. I didn’t need to do anything illegal to beat Heather at All Star Showdown. I’ve done everything legitimately and yet I’m the bad guy here. Idiots.

Molly Reid: So now, the final reason I’m out here. Last week Fujiko came out and talked about her challenging me to a match. She said a lot of other stuff that made no sense or was just plain wrong, but she did make it very clear that she wanted a match against me. So that’s all I’m going to address from that cliched nonsense. I hope you’re listening very carefully back there Fujiko, because I’m only going to say this once. The answer is n-

Before Molly can finish her statement, "Sirens" by Elephante (ft. Nevve) blasts over the loudspeakers as the fans erupt in cheers. Molly rolls her eyes and slumps her shoulders, turning towards the entrance ramp.

Molly Reid: Yeah see this is exactly what I’m talking about.

Fujiko appears not there, but in the crowd. The crowd nearest her bursts into cheers, which allows the camera to pick up where she is. She wanders towards the guardrail, rolling a microphone in her hands. She wears a yellow “Karmic Lion” shirt as she places a warm gaze in Molly’s direction. The microphone is raised, and she suppresses a laugh before speaking.

Fujiko Mine: Oh Molly, where to start with you…

The crowd begins a “Fujiko” chant that stops The Inescapable in her tracks for a moment. Soaking it in, she vaults the guardrail and leans against the inside of it.

Fujiko Mine: First of all, it’s good to see you spewing your hypocrisy in person, instead of on social media. So you think that we…

She gestures to the crowd around her.

Fujiko Mine: Are responsible for the New Murder? Nah. If you honestly thought that any of us bought Dom’s “new leaf” trash, I’ve got a space shuttle hanging out in Fresno you can have for free. I doubt there was a single person here that thought that he was honestly trying to do better. Dom has always been about himself, and anyone dumb enough to join him finds that out eventually. Even you’ll come around. He’s the biggest ego around, and he’s a coward on top of that. But let’s not talk about him, because you’ll complain I’m going “off topic.”

She uses air quotes, then stands up.

Fujiko Mine: Let’s talk about you, Molly. You come out here whining about how ‘they turned your back on you’. When, exactly? When you beat me?

Fujiko tilts her head in wonder.

Fujiko Mine: If I recall correctly, they loved that match. The crowd was split 50/50. They were pleased regardless of who won. That actually took the sting out of losing to you. I knew it was the best match they’d seen that night, and one of the best in 2016, period.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, some unwilling to cheer for Molly after her words.

Fujiko Mine: The crowd loved when you denied my little Helga, Evan Envi. Don’t think I wasn’t aware. They loved it.

A light bulb seems to go on in her head. She raises a finger.

Fujiko Mine: I know when it was! When you lied to their faces and said “your hand slipped” and you grabbed the tights of Chris Madison.

The crowd boos loudly.

Fujiko Mine: C’mon Molly. I know you were apologetic and all that, but it’s like you wrote the story on the wall for everyone. Annie Zellor went through that EXACT same nonsense, and we saw where she went. You followed that same formula, and expected us to believe you? We’d seen it before.

Fujiko taps the microphone on her chin as she takes a few steps around the ring.

Fujiko Mine: Next up, you complain about being unable to beat Chris Madison without cheating...and then you talk about how my career is based on cheating and lying. Let’s start out with the fact that you are OBVIOUSLY blaming these people…for the fact that you realized that you were going to lose. And lose you did. So while you beat me...without cheating...you beat Heather, without cheating...you openly admitted in front of this crowd that you couldn’t hold onto that belt without cheating. And by choosing not to cheat, which is somehow the fans’ fault...you weren’t able to be the longest reigning Pride champion.

Fujiko rolls her eyes.

Fujiko Mine: I just mollysplained that, and my head hurts.

The crowd buzzes as Fujiko continues to walk around the ring, keeping her eyes on Molly.

Fujiko Mine: And speaking of mollysplaining...You seriously came out here and spit the same tired, dead and buried insults that everyone was using TWO YEARS AGO? And you thought you were going to get somewhere?

Fujiko puts on a mocking voice.

Fujiko Mine: Oh, Fujiko’s not good. She has a big chest and all she does is cheat and lie!

Another eye roll.

Fujiko Mine: And you try to say you’re not a follower?! YOU YOURSELF questioned that nine months ago, and now you’re out here saying what other people were?!

Fujiko gestures to the FGATron. It shows Molly Reid looking directly into a camera. Savvy fans know this was Molly’s promo prior to their Pride title match.

“That’s why I don’t understand when people still try to insult you and your abilities or anything. Like you’d have to be an idiot to not see the evolution of Fujiko Mine in that ring. You went from someone who had to cheat to win and didn’t even win, to someone who is a champion of pure wrestling. Whether you taught yourself, were coached, whatever the cause, you became one of the best wrestlers in FGA. And now I get to face you for the title that culminated your journey.”

Fujiko raises her eyebrows.

Fujiko Mine: So which is it, Molly? Are you a liar and a fraud, or a fraud and a liar? Because you SAID those words. No one put a gun to your head. Now you’re out here questioning why people like me and not you? Because despite what you say? I’m one of the best wrestlers in his company. You and your group can rant on social media for WEEKS AND IT WON’T CHANGE THAT FACT. You can try and cut me off at the knees about beating Mercy, but guess what?! I beat her clean. Newbie or Vet, I knocked her OUT and pinned her for the three. I didn’t need to worry about what the fans thought, because I haven’t doubted for a SECOND that they’ve had my back, win or lose. I don’t live in the middle of the fragile ego circlejerk that you do with the New Murder. And I certainly don’t have to make up LIES or quantify victories in order to feel better about myself.

The crowd roars their approval, but it’s clear Fujiko is not done.

Fujiko Mine: You wanna know where I “ran to” after I lost to you, Molly? I got on the first flight back to Milwaukee, and I sat next to my mother while she died a slow death. A woman I thought I’d lost, I found and there she was, dying in front of me. So you’re right. I RAN. I FLEW to her side because I didn’t want to lose her. Screw your feelings, I was taking care of my family.

The crowd buzzes. Fujiko’s voice wavers a little, but she holds it together long enough to sneer at Molly.

Fujiko Mine: But let’s get something straight. I didn’t run from you. Please. No one is afraid of Molly Reid. I showed that by coming back and challenging you. You’re a cheap imitation of a generic wrestler who is SALTY because her ego can’t handle the fact that the fans love me more than they love you. And to use some more of your logic, Molly...if these fans “created” the New Murder? Then your coming together “created” my return. I’m back, and I’m here to stay as long as there is breath in my lungs. And if you wanna turn your back on them? Go ahead. They don’t need you. They have something better. They’ve got me.

She smirks as the crowd “oohs” off her insult, then cheers her again.

Molly Reid: Holy sh*t are you done?

Molly rolls her eyes pointedly and stares at Fujiko for a moment, making sure she really is done talking.

Molly Reid: I shouldn’t even respond to whatever that mess you just spat out at me was, but what the heck, I’m here, why not right?

The crowd returns to booing Molly as she glares at them before looking back to Fujiko.

Molly Reid: Clearly you didn’t listen to a word I said, or watch FGA at all if you think that I’m upset that the ‘crowd turned their back on me’. That’s the whole point. I don’t care what these idiots think of me now. I’m not whining that they turned their back on me. I’m telling them that I don’t care about what they want me to do. Trying to please them was a waste of my damn time. And besides, they didn’t ‘turn their backs on me’ after my first match with Madison. Because they cheered the hell out of me when I took him on in our second match. They cheered me like crazy when I finished fourth in the Gold Rush Rumble. They loved when I beat Heather at All Star Showdown. Freaking loved it. They only started booing me like this…

Molly motions for the crowd to boo, which they very much oblige.

Molly Reid: …after I pulled off that mask during our beatdown of Jimmy Page. That was when they stopped liking me. Not before. You’d have known that if you paid attention.

Molly Reid: And for the record, I pinned Madison cleanly in both of those matches. So you can miss me with you twisting my words into some bullshit about me knowing I couldn’t win without cheating. Because I did win without cheating. Three times in fact. And the only reason I got that title belt out in that match was because of these dummies. I didn’t think they deserved to see any more of that match. After all the sh*t they had put me through just because they didn’t believe my hand slipped. All the explaining and apologizing I had to do because I thought I needed their support. They gave me nothing, so why would I give them everything? I thought about ending the match and leaving them pissed off because that’s how I’d felt the two months leading up to that match. But I changed my mind midway. I thought that maybe it was still important. Maybe these morons’ opinions still mattered. But they didn’t. And I lost because of the time I spent contemplating it.

Molly Reid: Now...as for what I said about you, which you so graciously showed everyone watching tonight...

Molly stares at Fujiko with a serious look on her face for a moment before slowly turning that expression into a smile.

Molly Reid: Guess what Fujiko? I lied! I was lying! It was all a big fat ruse. Why you ask? Because I wrongly convinced myself that I needed the approval of these fans. I thought it was important to be liked. They liked you, so I decided to say some nice things about you. But I was lying! I never thought you were one of the best wrestlers in FGA, but I knew the fans would eat it up if I said that. So I said it. I knew from the minute I won that five-way match that there was no way I was losing to you. You’re not at my level Fujiko. You’ve got accomplishments here in FGA, sure. But you didn’t win that first title. You don’t deserve to be called the first female singles champion in FGA. You were ELIMINATED and then you just got back in the ring and kept going. Because why not right? If the ref didn’t see it it’s fair game! And yet they cheer you for it. And you brag about it like it’s something impressive. Newsflash Fuji, it’s really not.

Fujiko shrugs.

Fujiko Mine: I don't have to point out the irony that you're moaning about me basing my career on lying, and then openly admitting about how you've been doing that yourself, right?

Fujiko stifles a laugh.

Fujiko Mine: Furthermore that just means that you also admit that you're not clever enough to come up with your own insults. After all, you're desperately trying to dig up something that happened years ago. That, and a single victory is all you have. And after tonight, you'll only have those tired of insults to fall back on. So spare us.

Fujiko leans against the guardrail again.

Fujiko Mine: You're just being boring. For goodness sake, you make being a billionaire absolutely boring. You’re a good wrestler, there is no doubt about that. But you’re absolutely white bread boring. These fans got tired of watching you just parrot Annie Zellor, Dom Harter, or whomever you were following. Heck, you literally PARROTED my entire career out to these fans before our Pride title match. Did you think that the video packages weren’t enough? Or maybe you realized that you had nothing of interest to say, so you filled in that void with recapping my career. And that’s what really has your undies in a knot, doesn’t it? You beat Heather, a legend in this business. You joined The New Murder, a group that, in its first iteration was infamous in FGA. and STILL you’re not getting the attention you deserve...and you needed my interest in facing you for a match to make people want to take interest in seeing you between these ropes. Well, don’t worry hun, because El Stravito, Flavia, and I are going to bring the fight to the three of you tonight. And once we do, you’re going to remember who I am.

Molly just shakes her head and laughs, bouncing the microphone off of her forehead a few times before looking up at Fujiko.

Molly Reid: Holy hell it’s in one ear, out the other with you isn’t it? I’m don’t care about you being a liar, i’m calling you a CHEAT. I don’t give a damn if you lied to whoever. I called you a goddamn cheater because that’s what you were. And guess what Fuji? That single victory I have over you is far more than you have over me. You come back to this ring, MY ring, after being gone for almost a year, and you have the gall to call ME boring? Me walking to this ring was more interesting than anything you’ve ever done in your entire life. You seriously think that YOU’RE the reason people are interested in seeing me wrestle?! No sweetie, just no. Because while you were off crying about your dead mommy, I was between these ropes every week, putting on highlight reel match after highlight reel match. Winning awards, defending titles. You’re just as stupid as the rest of these morons if you actually think that I need you to make people interested in me.

Molly stops for a moment as the crowd boos loudly, before she quickly points to them all around the arena.

Molly Reid: See?! See! This is interest. People may not like me but my god do they want to see me in that ring. They want to hear what I have to say. But you know what Fujiko? I’m feeling generous right now. How about this. You guys beat us later tonight, and I’ll give you your rematch. Next week, on Vertigo. Me vs you, one on one. But when we beat you guys, you have to come out to this ring next week and apologize for ever trying to challenge me. You admit that I was right, and you move on from me for good. How does that sound?

Fujiko chuckles.

Fujiko Mine: You did say I cheated and lied. You literally said that before I came out here. You can try and gaslight people, but these fans heard you say that I built my career off “cheating and lying”. Basically untrue.

Molly Reid: And once again, Fujiko completely misses what my point was when I said that.

Fujiko tosses her hands in the air, but then shrugs.

Fujiko Mine: Whatever, Molly. I guess simple logic is too much for you to overcome. You keep going on and on about the one match that you think defines my career. But fine. IF you beat us tonight, I’ll move on from you. You can have your victory. BUT...you won’t. So next week, when your worst nightmare has come true and you have to face the fact that you lost to us, and now you have to face me one on one? I am going to say one thing, and one thing only.

Fujiko grins like the Cheshire cat.

Fujiko Mine: I told you so.

Fujiko curtsies, and gestures to Molly. Molly just stares at her without changing her expression, before finally bringing the microphone back to her mouth.

Molly Reid: See you later Fuji.

Molly drops her microphone and pulls her bandana back over her face as she raises her fist in the air to a loud chorus of boos. She slides out of the ring and walks back up the ramp, never even making eye contact with Fujiko as she passes her. The camera slowly fades out as the boos turn back to cheers as Fujiko starts making her way back through the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Flashpoint has already started off hot with a HEATED conversation between two former Pride Champions! But things will only get hotter between these two when they’re on opposite sides of the ring later on tonight in a Six Man Tag Team Match! We’ve got a ton of action for you here tonight, including two Quarterfinals Matches in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! We’ll be right right back after this short break!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

The world can tell a lot about a man by his posture, and right now, standing by Amanda Johnson's side is a ramrod straight, grimace wearing James Edwards. His body language is indicative of potential violence. So much so that the usually smiling Amanda appears uneasy. Edwards doesn't notice, and if he doesn't, he doesn't give a shit. This interview is not a courtesy call; it is a warning shot.

Amanda Johnson: James, you face Miss Fortune--

Edwards put his hand up in a somewhat polite way to avoid the question.

James Edwards: I ain't trying to be rude, Amanda, but I don't care about her.

Amanda Johnson: Even after all she said about you on Twitter?

James Edwards: I honestly don't because what happens in Europe stays in Europe. I'll take care of her in due time. Anyways, I got a question for you: when is the last time you heard of me causing any trouble around here?

Amanda looks stumped for a moment, not sure of what Edwards is hinting at her to say.

Amanda Johnson: I have no clue.

James Edwards: Right answer. I haven't done sh*t to anybody since I got here. Sure I've run my mouth a little bit, but that comes with being in this line of work. You don't like what somebody says, then shut them up in the ring.

Amanda Johnson: I don't follow what you are trying to get at.

Edwards ignores her this time.

James Edwards: That is one thing, Valero doesn't seem to understand. I don't settle the debts people owe me in the back. I take them as seriously as I do my fights. I've said it once, and I'll repeat it, I'm here to compete against the best in the world, not play games. It is why I leave people alone and keep my nose to the grind. Games are a distraction, and I tried to make that clear to Ricky and his boys. They ain't nothing but a distraction. If they left it at that, they wouldn't be any need for trouble, but they jumped me, and do you know what is gonna happen now, Amanda?

Amanda just shrugs her shoulders.

James Edwards: Ricky Valero and I are gonna fight at Trouble in Paradise, and Ricky ain't gonna be able to depend on his boys then. It is gonna be just him and me, and when the moment is right, he will face the Gospel, and I will break his damn face and take his pride.

Amanda Johnson: And what Kimmi Keister?

Edwards breaks his grim visage and chuckles.

James Edwards: Kimmi Kimmi Kimmi. Something I wished stayed in Europe just had to follow me back to the States. If anyone knows when to not f*** with me, she does. I hope she remembers how far I went to prove a point with her, and just how much farther I'll go until she and those other three a$$h*les get the justice that is coming for em'.

Amanda Johnson: Thanks for your time, James.

Edwards nods at her.

James Edwards: It was a pleasure as always.

And with that, the FGA's walking example of the duality of man strolls off, and Amanda Johnson breathes a sigh of relief at his exit.

[FGA Office]

NEON & AMIRA vs. Luke Jackson & Susan Kent

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall!

“Lose Yourself” hits the PA system to a pop from the crowd. Luke comes out with a huge smile on his face basking in the glory of wrestling. He has a black wife beater on and backwards Oakland A’s cap on. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring, pausing at the bottom of the ramp as his music fades, replaced by “All Grown Up.” Susan Kent appears on the stage and waves to the crowd.

Melanie Sierra: Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred and twenty-seven pounds, the team of Susan Kent and “The Kid” LUUUKE JACKSON!

Kent 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 alongside Jackson, awaiting their opponents.

Geoff Penzer: It’ll be the first time that each side is teaming up here tonight, but it fits right in with the kind of atmosphere we’ve come to expect on Flashpoint as of late; fast-paced tag team competition!

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

Geoff Penzer: And here comes the Grappler that promises to five FGA the ‘Full NEON Experience’, which culminates in her taking the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship from Sadie San Francisco-- something her partner tonight attempted to do a few weeks ago.

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

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents, first, from Milan, Italy, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-six pounds, “The Queen of Mean” NEEOOOONNN!

She runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound. The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands…

Melanie Sierra: And her tag team partner… from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty-three pounds…

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.

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. Luke Jackson is out on the apron, going over strategy with Susan Kent. NEON steps out onto the apron without seeming to consult with AMIRA at all.

Geoff Penzer: Looks like--

The bell sounds and AMIRA rushes across the ring, barreling into Susan Kent with no hesitation. Susan is taken to a knee with clubbing blows to the spine and base of her neck. Luke Jackson reaches out at AMIRA but she shakes her head at him while dragging Kent away from the corner by her hair to scolding from the referee. AMIRA releases Kent in the center of the ring but catches her with a stiff elbow strike to the jaw the moment she stands upright!

Geoff Penzer: HOLY smokes!

Kent drops to a knee and AMIRA lays into her with a series of knee strikes to the jaw, clutching a handful of hair again! The audience boos AMIRA mercilessly as the ref begins a five count, yelling for AMIRA to get off the hair-- but AMIRA stops at the count of two and sends Kent to the ground with another knee to the mouth! She drops into a cover, putting all of her weight across the shoulders of Kent.

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Susan Kent pops out of the cover but AMIRA forces her upright by the back of her top-- only to take her back down with a Spinning Back Sweep Kick. Kent grunts, landing hard on her back and AMIRA goes to force her up by the hair…

...but Susan Kent counters into a tight Inside Cradle!

Geoff Penzer: Perfect position by the referee!

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Geoff Penzer: Three! No! No, I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen! Second pinfall of the evening and it cuts it that close. But AMIRA kicked out and now she’s laying into Susan Kent for that one!

Boos continue to rain down on AMIRA as she mounts the back of Kent and hits her with stiff elbow strikes to the back of the head and neck. Luke Jackson paces on the apron, shaking his head. AMIRA pushes herself up off of Susan and makes her way to her corner, tagging in NEON to another deafening chorus of boos. The two never make eye contact, but NEON rushes in and nails the rising Susan Kent with the Scissors Kick!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Geoff Penzer: Lights Out by NEON!

NEON grins, pushing Kent over and leaning back into a cover, hooking the near leg while Jackson smacks the top turnbuckle in frustration. The ref counts down Kent’s shoulders!

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A massive pop emanates from the New Jersey crowd as Susan Kent throws a shoulder off the mat! NEON sits upright, almost seeming to laugh in amusement while AMIRA glares from the apron. Luke Jackson begins to stomp on the apron, willing the audience behind his partner, beginning a rhythmic stomp in support of Susan Kent. NEON shakes her head, lifting Kent up in a front facelock, pulling her into the center of the ring.

Geoff Penzer: NEON’s looking to lock in that Front Guillotine on Susan Kent!

NEON struggles to keep a hold on Kent, who begins fighting back with right hands to the ribcage! The audience grows loud behind her and Kent manages to pull her head free and strike NEON with a backhand chop across the chest! Susan falls to a knee, catching her breath and NEON moves in toward her again-- but Susan nails a second backhand chop, this one across the jaw! The audience roars at the sound and NEON screams in rage, pivoting and rushing back at Susan-- only to be caught with a Hurricanrana into a pin!

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NEON shoves Kent off of her, eyes wide as she escapes the hold!

Geoff Penzer: TAG to Luke Jackson! And his sights are set on NEON!

The audience roars again as Susan makes the tag to Luke Jackson, who rushes into the ring and takes NEON down with a Clothesline! He shoots the ropes as NEON climbs to her feet and Jackson nails a second Clothesline that sends her corkscrewing to the mat!

Geoff Penzer: Wow!

The audience comes to their feet as Jackson turns around-- catching a straight elbow from AMIRA as she enters the ring! He’s clearly dazed, knocked back into the ropes… but returns with a Superman Punch to the jaw! AMIRA stumbles back through the ropes and outside the ring! Jackson nods out into the roaring Jersey audience and turns around, stalking NEON to her feet!

Geoff Penzer: Jackson with revenge on his mind as he gets in position!

NEON finally gets to her feet and Jackson looks for the Spinning Back Elbow!

Geoff Penzer: Bo to the-- No!

NEON ducks beneath the arm by mere centimeters, popping back up behind Jackson and nailing a Discus Forearm to the back of his head! She turns Jackson around, taking a step back-- before striding forward for a stiff Big Boot to his jaw! The second shot takes Jackson to the mat and NEON screams something down into his face, possibly in Italian, before shooting the ropes and leaping up, driving both knees into his abdomen! NEON rolls forward and to her feet, grinning into the booing audience as Jackson writhes on the mat behind her.

Geoff Penzer: Effective maneuver by NEON but precious time is being wasted. Now she’s going for the cover here…

NEON hooks the far leg, yelling for the referee to ”hurry up!”

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NEON sits upright and delivers a series of hard rights and lefts to Jackson, who tries to cover up. She hooks the far leg again.

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AMIRA slaps her hands impatiently, returning to the apron. NEON rolls her eyes but forces Jackson over to her corner in a front facelock. With a single finger, AMIRA tags herself in-- but suddenly, Jackson grabs NEON’s arm and pivots, swinging her into AMIRA! AMIRA is bumped from the apron and knocked to the floor and Jackson plants NEON with a Reverse DDT, hoisting her up and throwing her from the ring over the bottom rope to another pop from Trenton!

Geoff Penzer: Luke Jackson knows the tag was made but stopped AMIRA from getting in and just floored NEON there! And now the tag to Susan Kent!

Susan enters the ring and Jackson points to the turnbuckles. Susan nods and rushes to the corner, ascending to the top turnbuckle while the masses come to their feet again. AMIRA and NEON groggily reach their feet on the outside, rising next to each other-- as Kent leaps from the top, crashing down on both of them with a Diving Moonsault to the outside! A thunderous roar surges through the audience and the ref slides out of the ring, checking on all three fallen competitors.

Geoff Penzer: Luke Jackson might’ve just asked his partner to sacrifice herself, but Susan Kent had no problem doing it!

Kent rolls off of the writhing NEON and AMIRA, staggering to her feet against the barricade, nodding at the referee’s inquiries. The ref slides back into the ring-- and Kent picks up NEON, rolling her into the ring beneath the bottom rope.

Geoff Penzer: I don’t know if Susan realizes her mistake! She looks like she’s still disoriented from that Moonsault.

Jackson shouts words of warnings to Kent from the apron but Kent’s already focused on the target! She hits the rising NEON with a Running Bulldog, nearly spiking her head into the canvas! Kent pushes her over the for cover, but the referee waves it off, telling Kent that NEON isn’t the legal competitor! Kent turns around on her knees and she’s immediately struck with a Rolling Koppu Kick from AMIRA! She forces Susan Kent onto her back, hooking both legs while NEON rolls out of the ring!

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Geoff Penzer: Rolling Koppu Kick from AMIRA but Kent barely gets the shoulder up. I don’t think AMIRA got all of that kick but she caught Kent right under the eye. Now she’s got Kent up on her feet and she’s moving her over to that neutral corner…

AMIRA pushes Kent’s face back and delivers an overhand slap to the neck area. Kent cries out in pain… but AMIRA follows up with a knife-edged chop to the face! She follows up with a front kick to the knee, buckling Kent, and then an elbow to the jaw, finally knocking Kent to a seated position in the corner. AMIRA scrapes her boot across the face of Susan Kent once… twice… ignoring the ref’s five-count up until the last second. She drags Kent out of the corner and mounts her, hitting one solid elbow strike to her forehead before rising to her feet, getting in the face of Luke Jackson that yells in defense of his partner.

Geoff Penzer: AMIRA is in an absolutely foul mood tonight. Susan Kent is feeling every bit of it and Luke Jackson is fed up with watching his partner take this abuse-- not just violence, but disrespect.

AMIRA forces Susan up by the hair, but Susan delivers a hard slap to the face! AMIRA staggers back with a bitter grin on her face. She rushes forward, looking for the Slingblade-- but Susan somehow has the wherewithal to shift her weight and nail an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker with AMIRA’s own momentum adding to the impact! AMIRA flips onto her stomach, slamming a fist into the mat in agony!

Geoff Penzer: WHAT A COUNTER!

Susan staggers to her feet at the same time AMIRA does… and blasts her with a stiff, hard left hook! AMIRA collapses to the canvas and the audience erupts!

Geoff Penzer: Knockout shot by Kent! Cover!

Susan Kent hooks the near leg and the ref makes the count!

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The audience boos as NEON drags Susan Kent off of AMIRA, but quickly scrambles out of the ring as Luke Jackson begins to enter! The ref stops Jackson from getting into the ring and Susan crawls back over to AMIRA-- only to catch a thumb to the eye!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

AMIRA brings her knee back and delivers a vicious boot to the side of Susan Kent’s head for good measure. Susan hits the mat, crawling groggily to her corner while AMIRA staggers to her feet and falls to slap the outstretched hand of NEON. The Queen of Mean enters the ring, running across the ring and hitting an axe handle to the small of Susan’s back as she crawls out to Luke! NEON rolls Susan over, stacking her up for a pin.

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Susan kicks out and tries to dive for Jackson, but NEON pulls her back, turning her around to Irish Whip her across the ring. NEON hoists her up for the Spinebuster-- but Susan in one swift motion hits a bell clap and a knee to the jaw in mid-air! NEON is stunned… and Susan leaps, hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick!

Geoff Penzer: NEON’s turned inside-out!

Susan Kent crawls past NEON, holding her eye still as she moves to her corner. She reaches her feet, but Luke Jackson tags himself in. He ascends to the top turnbuckle, measuring NEON as she reaches her feet with her back to him! Luke Jackson leaps from the top rope, hitting the Bulldog from the top! The audience roars as NEON is driven face-first into the mat, bouncing onto her back! Jackson hooks the far leg!

Geoff Penzer: Sweet revenge!

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Geoff Penzer: Kickout by NEON!

Jackson looks at the referee, then out to his partner, who lies on the apron, holding her eye, prompting the referee to finally check in on her, motioning the ringside doctor over. Jackson looks back at the grounded NEON and her empty corner, then goes out to the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle a second time, signaling for the end!

Geoff Penzer: Jackson’s looking to put it away with the Oakland Splash! Wha--

AMIRA crawls out from beneath the ring, apparently having crawled across! She leaps up onto the apron, using the tag rope to wrap up Jackson’s ankle several times! Jackson kneels down and hammers at AMIRA with forearms until she finally drops down from the apron, falling to the mat… but NEON scrambles to her feet and rushes over, grabbing Jackson by the arm and yanking him from the top! He stops awkwardly, slamming violently to the canvas as his foot gets caught in the rope! The audience groans in empathy and the sound forces the ref to turn around, eyes wide. He quickly unties Jackson’s ankle from the tag rope-- and NEON immediately drags Jackson out of the corner.

Geoff Penzer: What a violent landing! Luke Jackson’s ankle could’ve just been snapped!

NEON performs the Reverse Cloverleaf on Jackson, screaming out as she tries to bend his feet back all the way down toward the back of his head like she had done weeks ago! Jackson cries out in pain, reaching out for the ropes! A ”LUKE!” chant breaks out and he pulls at his own hair in frustration.

Geoff Penzer: Luke Jackson is in trouble! Can he hold on?!

He reaches out for the ropes which are feet away… and finally taps against the canvas to a chorus of boos from the crowd. NEON releases him and falls back against the mat as the bell sounds. “Lik Down” hits the PA system and NEON pulls herself to her feet with a grin while AMIRA uses the apron to pull herself up on the outside.

Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners… AMIRA and NEEEOONNN!

The ref raises NEON’s hand and points to AMIRA to signify her victory, though she refuses to reenter the ring, turning and marching up the ramp, seemingly without wanting anything else to do with those at ringside. NEON smirks, giving a shrug as her partner disappears into the back.

Geoff Penzer: Just like before, NEON uses questionable methods to lock in the Element of Pain and get Jackson to tap out, but I don’t like how this one went down, folks. Susan and Luke had this won several times but in the end, AMIRA and the Queen of Mean are victorious. They didn’t work like much of a team, but their efforts got it done tonight in Trenton!

NEON celebrates on the turnbuckles to a deafening round of boos. Jackson clutches his ankle, glaring up at the Queen of Mean from the opposite corner in the background. We also catch a quick glimpse of Susan being escorted to the back by the doctor, holding her hand over her eye.

Geoff Penzer: Luke and Susan are worse for wear after this but now maybe it’s Sadie San Francisco that has to look out for the Full NEON Experience!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Backstage we find the Elysian Empire with Amanda Johnson. It’s been nearly a month since they’ve lost to Blonde Ambition in the opening round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament; over a month since they lost the FGA World Tag Team Championships. They’ve had a month to regroup and come up with a way to stop the bleeding. Amanda Johnson eagerly nods to the camera.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Emery, Elon, and Effie Elysian, the former FGA World Tag Team Champions, the Elysian Empire.

Emery and Effie both nod their thanks for Amanda’s introduction while Elon simply grunts, the phrase “former FGA World Tag Team Champions” leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

Amanda Johnson: Guys, thank you for giving me some time. You guys have a huge match tonight as you go against not only the bruising duo of Bristow and Barnes, but also the team that won the titles from you back at All-Star Showdown, Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad.

Elon clears his throat before moving past Effie and Emery to better position himself in the frame.

Elon Elysian: They won the titles, but not from us. We were never actually beaten, ya’ know? I’d like to see them beat us when they don’t have the Keisters to hand them the win.

Emery literally yanks Elon out of frame. You can hear him admonishing his younger brother off screen. Effie clears her throat.

Effie Elysian: You’re right, Amanda, tonight is no easy task. Our history with Dan Herrera and Peaches is well documented. We’ve faced them as a team, we’ve faced them as individuals. Out of every team in the division, PLAS is one team that we know better than any tag team on the roster. Our experience with them gives us an edge in this match, but that edge is double sided. That same experience gives them an edge on us. We have something to prove whenever we step into the ring with them and it’s the same way when they step into the ring with us. This’ll be the first time we’ll meet Dan and Peaches in the ring since they won the belts, and you'd best believe that both PLAS and us will be bringing our best. We want our rematch, and us losing to them will only weaken our claim to a title match.

Amanda Johnson: You say that you both have an edge on one another, you and PLAS that is. What will make the difference in this one.

Emery Elysian: Nate Bristow, Tully Barnes, Pedro Gonzales, and Maritza Diaz of course.

The camera pans to Emery who seems to have forced Elon to sit down in a chair. Elon’s arms are folded, his face red as he burns a hole in the side of Emery’s head.

Emery Elysian: We didn’t forget the two other teams in this one. This comes down to which four-person squad can work best together. In that department, I believe we have an advantage, a former champion’s advantage to be exact. Our team boast three former tag team champions in Elon, myself, and Pedro. Maritza is no slouch out there either. Probably the most physically imposing woman on the entire FGA roster, she could very well be the x-factor.

Effie Elysian: But we can’t ignore the cohesiveness of Bristow and Barnes either. They’ve made an impact in FGA since their arrival and have been a key part of Ricky Valero’s success. Plus they share a bond that’s as deep as blood, just like us. It’s only a matter of time before a pair of bruisers like them try to stand on their own and make a statement in the tag team division.

Effie shrugs at Amanda.

Effie Elysian: I did say this wasn’t going to be an easy out, but we need this victory. We’re on a cold streak after losing the belts and being knocked out of the Dynamic Duos Tournament early. We need to get back some momentum for when we challenge for the FGA World Tag Team Championships again, whether that be against PLAS or Pedro and Maritza, or whoever.

Voice: And what makes you think that you’re next in line for a title shot?

The Elysian Empire is interrupted by Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes, who step into the picture with devilish grins.

Tully Barnes: Last I checked, you two lost the tag titles and then choked in the first round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament. That moves you firmly to the back of the line, boys.

Nate Bristow: Meanwhile, we were removed from the Dynamic Duos Tournament with no explanation. We would have won that whole damn thing. So if anyone deserves to be in the conversation to contend for the FGA World Tag Team Championships…

Bristow & Barnes step in closer to their foes for the evening.

Nate Bristow: ...it's us!

The camera pans to Effie, Emery, and Elon. Effie and Emery share a look, just as Elon starts chuckling. He slowly gets up from his seat. Emery holds a hand out to force Elon back into the seat, but the powerhouse merely swats his hand aside. Emery does manage to grab Elon firmly by the shoulder to keep him from walking up to Bristow and Barnes. Elon opens his mouth to speak.

Effie Elysian: Actually, you being removed from the tournament insinuates the very opposite of being deserving of a title shot, but I can see how you’d think otherwise.

Elon’s and Emery’s heads snap toward Effie’s direction, Elon’s jaw still hanging open. Effie walks towards Bristow and Barnes, moving in front of her brothers, but not by too much.

Effie Elysian: You weren’t given your fair shake to prove yourselves. We get it, but you can’t deny that my brothers are deserving of a fair, two on two rematch. Now, we may not be at the front of the line today, but our position in this division is much more solidified than two guys that are still relatively trying to find their own footing around here.

Barnes scoffs as the camera pans back toward him and Bristow.

Nate Bristow: No, we weren’t given our fair shake--in DDT3 or really at all since we’ve shown up here. We do believe we’ve made our presence felt, however, and we’d like to think that stands for something.

Bristow snickers as a sly grin creeps across his face.

Nate Bristow: Me and my brother here might be a bit new around these parts…

He reaches out toward Effie and tries to swipe a strand of loose from her face, but his hand is swiftly swatted away by the middle Elysian child.

Nate Bristow: ...But at least we don’t need our pretty little sister to do all our bidding for us and try to make us more relevant than we really are.

Tully Barnes: You fellas are old news; used and abused like sweet little Effie here!

Effie glares at Tully as Emery and Elon rush toward the despicable duo only to have Bristow and Barnes quickly back away. Effie grabs her brothers by their gray t-shirts that have “We Are Elysian” printed in purple letters on the front. You can hear Bristow and Barnes snickering off camera as Elon turns to Effie, effectively forcing himself from her grasp.

Elon Elysian: We’re just going to let them get away with that?!

Effie’s eyes never leave the area from which Bristow and Barnes just stood. Her voice is low and unsteady as she responds.

Effie Elysian: We’ll get them back by beating them.

Emery nods in agreement as he relaxes, but Effie’s grip doesn’t budge from his shirt. She’s visibly shaking, her cheeks as red as a hot burner. Emery puts a hand on her shoulder.

Emery Elysian:: We’ll get them, Fi. And we’ll show them why we’re still the standard in the tag team division.

Effie nods slowly, but she still doesn’t move. The camera pans in on her murderous stare as we fade to black.

[FGA Office]

With the cameras in the backstage area, we capture a glimpse of the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, seated atop an equipment box in the corridor. For several seconds, it looks unattended before a hand reaches out, picking it up… and we pan out to reveal Sadie San Francisco to a pop from the crowd! Finishing a conversation with a technician, Sadie slides the championship belt over her shoulder, giving the tech a wave before turning and making her way down the corridor.

Geoff Penzer: Coming up in just a few moments, Sadie San Francisco goes one-on-one with Yun Goeun! The FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion is making her way… to th…

Sadie slows to a stop and rolls her eyes. The camera turns around to reveal Evan Envi to a mixed reaction from the Trenton, New Jersey audience. Evan, dressed in his own Irish Whip tee, looks down toward Sadie’s championship before raising his gaze back to her with a small smile.

Evan Envi: Sup.

Sadie maintains a calm demeanor, looking back at Evan behind half-lidded eyes, standing in silence. Evan looks back over his shoulder toward gorilla for a moment before turning back to Sadie.

Evan Envi: It’s always a number’s game, am I right?

The camera pans out a bit, showing that Evan is holding a familiar black t-shirt, drawing a cheap pop from some in the crowd, but groans from most. He holds it up, conveniently in an angle that allows the camera to see it reads CAMP ENVI INTERNATIONAL. As opposed to the version shown to Chaotics, however, this one features an image of the Earth in negative with a red outline of California superimposed over it.

Evan Envi: Is that not a fantastic shirt?

Sadie looks at the shirt for just a second before her eyes back up dart toward Envi’s.

Sadie San Francisco: Move.

The single word draws a pop from the Jersey crowd. Evan narrows his eyes, lowering the shirt with a frown.

Evan Envi: Sadie, you walk out there like this and--

He stops, clearly not knowing what to say next.

Evan Envi: Who else has your back? Izzy certainly doesn’t against frickin’ Yun. And then there’s all those crazy bird people running around. It’s crazy out there, Sadie, Jesus Christ, take this shirt. We can forget everything that happened at All-Star Showdown and move forw--

Sadie San Francisco: Evan.

Sadie takes a deep breath, looking past Envi.

Sadie San Francisco: Move.

“The Chief” stares at the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion in silence for several moments. He looks around, as if waiting for something, or trying to think… but just nods and steps to the side. Sadie glances at him for just a second before moving past him and toward the gorilla position. The camera pans over to follow her as she departs… and pans back to where she and Evan had previously been standing… and boos resonate through the audience as “The Queen of Mean”, NEON stands there instead, still in her wrestling gear, glaring in the direction Sadie departed. We fade away.

[FGA Office]

Sadie San Francisco vs. Yun Goeun

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea… YUN GOEUN!!!

Geoff Penzer: Yun Goeun recently pledged her allegiance to Undisputed Champion Izzy Anders, going so far as to say she’s putting Izzy’s interests above her own. It’s clear that Yun would go to hell and back for the Undisputed Champion. But I have to wonder how Izzy feels about Yun going up against Sadie San Francisco, a person that she’s quite fond of.

Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from “The West Side.” She is the reigning FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… SAAAADIE SAAAAN FRAAAAANCISSSCOOOO!!!

Geoff Penzer: It appears as though the issues between the current Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion and NEON continue to linger. NEON has made it clear that she’s not done with Sadie. It’s still personal for “The Queen of Mean” and I wouldn’t be surprised if these two cross paths in the not too distant future.

The bell sounds as Sadie and Yun go for a lock up. But at the last second, Yun ducks underneath it and casually walks into the corner.

Geoff Penzer: Sadie was looking for the collar-and-elbow. But Yun ducked right under it.

Yun turns around and motions for Sadie to give her her best. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion continues to keep her eyes locked on her opponent before slowing inching her way over towards her. Yun readies herself as Sadie lunges forward for another collar-and-elbow tie up. But again, Yun ducks underneath it and casually walks away from her.

Geoff Penzer: Yun opts of another collar-and-elbow. I’m not sure if she’s trying to get in Sadie’s head or what.

Yun slowly makes her way over towards Sadie and calls for a test of strength. Once Yun raises her left hand, Sadie goes to raise her right hand. Just as Sadie’s about to lock hands, Yun puts her left hand down and raises her right arm. Sadie then slowly lifts up her left hand. Just as Sadie’s about to lock hands with Yun, the crowd boos when Yun nails her with a slap across the face.

Geoff Penzer: Oh my!

When Sadie turns back to Yun, she gets whacked across the face with another slap.

Geoff Penzer: Yun with another slap!

As Sadie turns back to Yun, Yun throws out a kick to the midsection. As soon as Sadie catches her foot, Yun sending her flipping down to the canvas with an enzuigiri. She makes the cover.

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Geoff Penzer: Yun nearly got the three count there!

Yun picks up Sadie, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After delivering stomps to the midsection, Yun steps back and applies a foot choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Yun reluctantly lets go. The boos continue as she takes Sadie and goes for an irish whip. But Sadie reverses, sending Yun into the opposite corner. Sadie rushes over to attack. But Yun hoists herself up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle and counters with a front kick to the face. After Sadie gets knocked back, Yun slips down onto the middle ropes and brings Sadie down with a diving hurricanrana. She then scurries over and makes the cover.

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Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Seoul City’s Baddest Female! Once upon a time, Yun was in the running for that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. If she keeps up this performance and picks up a win, she could very well find herself back in the mix.

Yun picks up Sadie and whips her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Yun sets up for a back body drop. So Sadie stops, grabs Yun, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. While Yun gets up on the outside, Sadie turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers when she leaps through the ropes and knocks Yun down with a suicide dive.

Geoff Penzer: Sadie takes the action to the outside and takes Yun down with a dive!

Sadie picks up Yun and rolls her back inside before sliding in and making the cover.

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Saide picks up Yun, moves her against the ropes and delivers left-handed chops that echo throughout the arena. She then turns and runs into the far ropes. When Sadie returns, Yun ducks and dumps Sadie over the top rope. Fortunately for Sadie, she lands safely on her feet. When Yun turns around, she gets doubled over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Sadie then gets back inside with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers while Yun can be seen swinging her arms wildly. Once Yun regains her balance, she drops down to her knees.

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Yun grabs the middle ropes.
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THR-NO!

The ref stops his count once he sees Yun grabbing the ropes. Yun then gets up and confronts the ref while she admonishes her for cheating. While this is going on, Sadie gets back to her feet, comes up from behind and sets up Yun for a German Suplex. But Yun is able to block the move with a back elbow. After performing a standing switch, she grabs Sadie from the side and brings her down with a russian leg sweep. After returning to her feet, Yun turns to the crowd and antagonizes them before going for a standing moonsault. But she ends up landing across Sadie’s knees.

Geoff Penzer: Sadie got her knees up!

After both grapplers return to their feet, Sadie hits a quick kneeling jawbreaker, sending Yun stumbling back into the ropes. Sadie returns to her feet before running into the far ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a running high knee, sending Yun crumbling to the canvas. After taking Yun and placing her throat-first across the bottom rope, Sadie stands on the back of the neck before delivering several stomps. Sadie brings Yun back to her feet and delivers a throat punch that sends her staggering over towards the corner. After the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champ heads into the corner, she takes Yun, turns her upside down and places her in the Tree of Woe. From there, Sadie delivers a hard stomp to the jaw that knocks Yun down from out of the corner. She then slowly brings Yun back to her feet from behind before bringing her down with a bridging straightjacket suplex.

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Yun kicks out.

Sadie picks up Yun and whips her into the ropes. When Yun returns, Sadie doubles her over with a knee to the midsection before heading into the ropes. When Sadie returns, she goes for a Fameasser. But Yun slips out of the way, grabs Sadie after she lands and follows up with a release Tiger Suplex. The boos continue as she turns Sadie over and makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Yun dumped Sadie right on the back of the neck with that release Tiger Suplex. But luckily for the champ, she was able to get her shoulder up.

Yun picks up Sadie and whips her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Yun knocks her down with a standing side kick before following up with a standing moonsault. She hooks the leg.

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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Yun picks up Sadie, delivers an irish whip, follows her into the corner and connects with a double knee strike. As Sadie drops down on all fours, Yun steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Once Sadie returns to her feet, the crowd boos when Yun leaps off and drives her down with a flying bulldog. After dragging Sadie away from the corner, Yun heads back out onto the apron before climbing to the top turnbuckle. She then leaps off and connects with a flying elbow drop. Yun makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Yun was once again a half second away from victory.

Yun picks up Sadie and sets her up for a Shiranui. But Sadie is able to shove Yun into the ropes. When Yun returns, Sadie goes for a back body drop. But Yun slips down from behind before following up with the Billboard Bust (The Stroke). While Sadie slowly turns over onto her back, Yun steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle for a third time. After measuring the distance, Yun leaps off and goes for the All-Kill (diving knee drop). But Sadie’s able to roll out of the way at the last second.

Geoff Penzer: Yun missed! Nobody was home on that one and her knee might be messed up!

As a hobbled Yun tries to get back to a vertical base, Sadie grabs a hold of her, delivers a shinbreaker and quickly transitions into the Vaticanplex (rolling double fisherman's suplex).

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Yun gets her shoulder up.

Sadie steps off to the side and waits for Yun to get into position. As Yun slowly gets back to a vertical base, Sadie goes over and dives at Yun with a reverse chop block. But Yun is able to dive over it. When Sadie returns to her feet, Yun uses her good leg to throw out a roundhouse kick. But Sadie ducks and counters with a Saito Suplex. Sadie returns to her feet and waits for Yun to get into position. Once Yun gets to her feet and turns around, Sadie runs over and knocks her down with Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike). The champ then picks up Yun from behind, hooks her arms, turns and brings her down with Vanity (Unprettier). The cheers continue as Sadie turns Yun over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Young Nation” blasts over the PA.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, SADI SAN FRANCISCO!!!

The cheers continue as Sadie get her arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Yun Goeun made Sadie San Francisco work for that win out there tonight. That was a heck of an effort that was put forth by Yun. But Sadie was able to come away with a win.

Sadie San Francisco makes her way up the ramp, placing the Mid-Atlantic Championship firmly in a loop and onto her shoulder. She pauses a bit more than halfway up the ramp, exchanging a fist bump with one overtly loud young fan. She makes her way to the curtains without much more fanfare.

Geoff Penzer: Sadie San Francisco has-- OH!

Bursting out of the curtains, out of nowhere is “The Queen of Mean” NEON! She drives a boot right into Sadie’s jaw, sending the champion to the ground! The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship falls and NEON wastes no time picking it up. Sadie pulls herself to her feet-- and NEON sprints, dives, and swings the championship belt between her eyes! Sadie nearly flips onto her stomach from the impact and NEON laughs as she falls next to her, pushing herself up to a knee. We see that NEON has a brown strap tied around her arm, though it doesn’t appear to come into play.

Geoff Penzer: NEON has just ambushed the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. First that strike to the jaw and then the belt right between the eyes! Sadie never saw any of it coming!

NEON pulls the belt up onto her own shoulder, grinning even as the jeers and boos continue to rain down on her. She rolls her eyes at the audience, raising the championship high above her head before throwing it back down on top of Sadie, hitting her in the back.

Geoff Penzer: This… I don’t know what to say about this. I knew this was personal but this is getting dangerous. Sadie could be concussed.

NEON backs up the ramp and Sadie pushes herself to her hands and knees.

Geoff Penzer: And finally--

NEON shakes her head and rushes back down the ramp, delivering a Scissors Kick to the base of Sadie’s neck, sending her face-first into the ramp again! Finally, the previously-seen brown leather strap around her arm comes loose and NEON kneels down behind Sadie, using the strap to choke her! Sadie coughs, gasping for air, but NEON begins to tie it around her neck in a knot!

Geoff Penzer: What?! What in the world is she doing?!

Finally, two referees rush from the back to stop NEON! She lets go of the strap, laughing as she’s forced away from Sadie San Francisco. Chants of ”YOU SUCK!” (and considerably more vulgar ones) directed at NEON echo throughout the arena as she’s ushered through the curtains and to the back. The ringside doctor rushes to the side of the motionless Sadie San Francisco.

Geoff Penzer: The Queen of Mean has completely snapped. She made it clear that she’s coming for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, but she might also be coming for Sadie’s career.

We fade to black on the unconscious champion.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Flashpoint returns from the commercial break to find Amanda Johnson standing backstage.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Miss Fortune.

With that, Miss Fortune strolls into view; she’s ready dressed in her ring attire, still choosing to wear the booty shorts and stockings like before she changed her name, as well as a GBH t-shirt. Her baseball bat, Priscilla, is clasped in one hand and resting atop her shoulder as she swings her hair back over her shoulders.

Amanda Johnson: We last saw you a few weeks ago in a losing effort against Flavia Rocha, as well as your appearance in the Dynamic Duos as part of GBH. But I understand tonight is a little different for you.

Miss Fortune: You could say that. James and I? We have some history together.

Amanda Johnson: Where you cost him a title…

Miss Fortune giggles behind a raised hand, before smirking at Amanda.

Miss Fortune: And that was him getting off lightly, Amanda. But I am sure James will not, uh, take that laying down. That he will want a chance for … revenge?

She shrugs her shoulders, her fingers wrapping around the handle of the bat as she giggles again.

Miss Fortune: What else should I expect from him? I have seen what he can do when he is mad. I know how much he likes winning titles, and how those titles have, uh, eluded him here in FGA?

Amanda Johnson: He is a highly decorated wrestler, but no, he hasn’t won an FGA title yet.

Miss Fortune: And if I have anything to do with it, he never will. But his chance for revenge is coming up … I just hope that nothing gets in his way.

At that moment, Dom Harter strolls into shot. Obviously, he isn’t dressed to wrestle; Dom has chosen to wear a pair of jeans and a Jester hat t-shirt. He stands behind Miss Fortune, causing her to jump in shock as he speaks.

Dom Harter: Tell you partner to pay up first. My services aren’t free you know!

Amanda Johnson: Are you tellin–

Dom Harter: You think The New Murder screwed over Jimmy Page for their benefit? No … how selfless do you think I am? We screwed Jimmy Page over, because Jimmy Page needs to be screwed over. He needs to feel uncomfortable, and downtrodden. He needs to feel like the walls are closing in on him, and accept that he’ll need an army to save his ass. But there’s a quid pro quo situation here, and these two owe me.

Miss Fortune flutters her eyelashes at The Tenacious Little Bastard.

Miss Fortune: You wouldn’t leave me all alone out there, would you, Dommy?

Dom Harter: …you’ll owe me twice over.

Miss Fortune: You wouldn’t want to see James Edwards succeed, would you?

Dom shrugs.

Dom Harter: I don’t give a f###.

He pauses, realizing her just swore on air.

Dom Harter: Bygones! But there’s New Murder things to worry about tonight. And I hear Jimmy Page is in the building … if either of you have seen him?

Both Amanda and Miss Fortune shake their heads.

Dom Harter: Damn.

And with that, Harter walks away, leaving Amanda and Miss Fortune alone once more.

Amanda Johnson: Uh, well, good luck in your match tonight.

Miss Fortune: I do not need your luck, I will make my own.

That smirk reappears before Miss Fortune spins on the spot, walking away towards the ring as Amanda brings the interview to an end.

Amanda Johnson: Back to you at ringside.

[FGA Office]

James Edwards vs. Miss Fortune

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring...from Marseilles, France by way of Georgetown, DE and weighing in at 125 lbs...MISS FORRRRTUNNNNNE!!!

Geoff Penzer: Miss Fortune, of course, coming to us via SCCW down in Delaware. The self-proclaimed “mischief maker” also participated in the Dynamic Duos Tournament during which she teamed with fellow SCCW trainee Harper Hill.

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

Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Lexington, Kentucky, and weighing in at 204 lbs., he is...JAMES EDWARDSSSSS!!!

Geoff Penzer: “The Burning Heart” has had a rough go at it the last few weeks, as it seems every which way he turns, Ricky Valero is standing in wait ready to make his life a living hell. A series of run-ins culminated last week on Vertigo, when Edwards was jumped by Valero and his Thy Kingdom Come runningmates, Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes.

He laps the squared circle, slides under the bottom ropes, and bows martial arts style to all four corners before settling into his own. But just as he gets comfortable, his steady focus is interrupted by the opening moments of “Amazing” by Kanye West.

Geoff Penzer: And speak of the devil…

Edwards’ attention is now set firmly on the entranceway as a grinning Ricky Valero emerges from the backstage area. Wearing his new featured t-shirt from Irish Whip Clothing and a pair of denim jeans, he stands at the top for a few moments, basking in the arena’s displeasure. Finally, he starts toward the ring, never removing his eyes from Edwards’.

He circles the ring, jawing at Edwards the entire way until he reaches the announce table. Edwards is fuming inside the ring as Valero retrieves a headset and takes a seat next to Penzer at the announce table.

Ricky Valero: I figured you’d appreciate some company out here, Geoff. I hope you don’t mind!

Geoff Penzer: Not at all, Ricky. Welcome to the Flashpoint announce table!

Ricky Valero: It’s a pleasure to be here when you have a beauty like Miss Fortune in the ring ready to tear that deadbeat James Edwards limb from limb.

Edwards is forced to turn his attention back to his opponent as the bell sounds. Miss Fortune pounces at the opportunity to catch Edwards off guard, driving him back into the corner with a flurry of forearms. Miss Fortune connects with a swift slap across the face that echoes throughout the building.

Geoff Penzer: Miss Fortune is showing James Edwards no respect at all right there.

Ricky Valero: What respect does Edwards deserve, Penzer? The guy is a fraud who should thankful to even be allowed to step foot in a FGA ring.

Miss Fortune goes for an irish whip, but Edwards reverses and sends her crashing backfirst into the turnbuckle. When she comes staggering out of the corner, Edwards scoops her up and plants her into the mat with a snap powerslam. He goes for the cover.

ONE
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Miss Fortune gets the shoulder up!

Geoff Penzer: Edwards looking to end this match early with that impressive display of power and athleticism.

Ricky Valero: A 204-pound man picked up a woman he outweighs by nearly 80 pounds. Let’s not act like he just shattered world-class powerlifting records here or anything, Penzer.

Edwards pulls Miss Fortune to her feet and looks to stay on the offensive, connecting with a thunderous knife-edged chop. When Miss Fortune turns back toward Edwards, she’s met with another thunderous chop followed by a kick to the midsection. Edwards hooks the arms and drives her into the mat first a double underhook brainbuster. Once again, he goes for the cover.

ONE
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Miss Fortune gets the shoulder up!

Geoff Penzer: And again Miss Fortune kicks out.

Ricky Valero: You have to admire Miss Fortune’s heart and determination, two things James Edwards lacks completely.

Geoff Penzer: I have to be honest, Ricky: I have never heard anyone question James Edwards’ heart and determination.

Ricky Valero: Well if you took 15 seconds to quit ogling Miss Fortune, then you would know that James Edwards is nothing more than a waste of precious oxygen. The planet is dying, Penzer, yet we’re allowing this pheasant to continue inhabiting it with complete disregard to our own well being!

Geoff Penzer: I think the word you’re looking for is peasant...

Ricky Valero: I said pheasant and I meant it!

Edwards continues his assault on Miss Fortune, lifting her to her feet and backing her into the continue with a barrage of knees to the SCCW trainee’s midsection. The crowd cringes with every blow and Miss Fortune struggles to remain on her feet. With Valero in his vision, Edwards fires off a flurry of strikes that include knife-edged chops, a swift jab to the jaw, and another knee to the midsection that forces Miss Fortune to stagger out of the corner.

Geoff Penzer: It looks like those strikes may be meant for someone else there, Valero.

Ricky Valero: Does he seriously think he intimidates me?

Edwards takes control of Miss Fortune’s wrist and looks prepared to connect with his trademark rainmaker bicycle high knee, but just as he swoops through with the wristlock, he sees Valero jumped to his feet at the last second. Valero’s action knocks off his focus and distracts him for a moment, just enough for Miss Fortune to counter into a sunset flip!

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Edwards kicks out!

Both competitors are quick to work back to their feet, but Miss Fortune beats Edwards to the chase and connects with an impressive scissor kick. She mounts Edwards and pummels him with consecutive slaps to the face followed by a stiff forearm to the side of the head.

Geoff Penzer: Miss Fortune has taken control here following the distraction by Valero, who apparently has no intentions of returning to the announce table.

Valero is still standing by the announce table, but he has removed his headset and is focused intently on the action inside the ring. Meanwhile, Miss Fortune has Edwards up in the corner. With a sinister smirk, she sizes him up from across the ring.

Geoff Penzer: What does Miss Fortune have in mind here?

She takes off toward Edwards and shows her athleticism, connecting with a running cartwheel back elbow. Edwards crashes to a seated position in a heap, once again bringing a smile to Miss Fortune’s face as she lines up across the ring from him. She takes off again, leaping into the air in hopes of connecting with the bronco buster...but Edwards moves out of the way! Miss Fortune is dazed and hurt as she struggles to her knees. The crowd roars to life as Edwards is lining her up with fire in his eyes.

Sensing danger, Valero leaps up onto the ring apron, but any attempt to interfere is cut short by a charging Edwards who clocks him with a stern right hand before bouncing off the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes toward Miss Fortune, who attempts a half-hearted clothesline. Edwards ducks underneath it, however, then plants her into the mat with a release reverse exploder suplex (Halfcut Kai).

Geoff Penzer: Edwards cuts Valero off in his tracks and then connects with a HUGE reverse exploder suplex!

Once again, Edwards lines Miss Fortune up as she struggles to all fours, then to a seated position, he lays her out with a running PK kick straight to the head (The Violent Gospel).

Geoff Penzer: The Violent Gospel! The Violent Gospel!

He goes for the cover.

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THREE!!!

The crowd erupts as “My Name is Human” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner...JAMES EDWARDS!!!

Valero is throwing a mini temper tantrum on the outside as Edwards celebrates his victory inside the ring.

Geoff Penzer: James Edwards manages to pick up the win despite Ricky Valero’s best efforts to throw him off his game. The self-proclaimed “Franchise” found out the hard way that it’s going to take a lot more than that to rattle The Burning Heart!

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Amanda Johnson is standing by.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time: the FGA World Tag Team Champions, The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad!

With that, Dan Herrera and Peaches walk into shot; both are dressed in their ring attire ahead of the upcoming eight man tag match after the break, with the tag titles each slung over a shoulder. They stand next to each other to one side of Amanda, and greet her warmly as the interview starts.

Dan Herrera: Great to be here Amanda. Thank you for having us.

Peaches: Always a pleasure.

Amanda Johnson: And the same to you both. Now, it’s been about six weeks since you won those FGA World Tag Team championships, and the competition is beginning to heat up again.

Peaches: An’ we wouldn’t want it any other way. We ain’t ‘bout to back down from any competitors who’ve earned a shot at these belts.

Peaches pats her title belt and smiles. A nod in Dan’s direction and he just shakes his head whilst laughing.

Amanda Johnson: Well you’ve got Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz coming up next month at Patriot Games. Peaches, you know them both from your time in LDFC and 3GW so have you been telling Dan all about them?

Dan Herrera: She has, and since Peaches was there, I obviously had been watching the product. And in that time, I’ve seen Maritza and Pedro grow as competitors as time went by Amanda. Now, after All Star Showdown, they’ve more than earned their shot at our titles. But beyond the past, we’ll see what the future holds up close and personal like coming up in a few minutes.

Peaches: Eight man tag match comin’ up tonight, an’ we’ve got Pedro & Maritza across that ring from us. We’ve got The Elysian Empire in their corner.

Dan Herrera: Calm down, Peaches! That’s a damn good lineup… the #1 Contenders and former Tag Team Champions across the ring. But the truth of the matter is, it doesn’t matter. Because in our corner we have the best tag team on the planet.

They share a laugh. The joke is based off a recent Twitter interaction between themselves and Bristow & Barnes. But Dan and Peaches collect their thoughts, recomposing themselves as the interview continues.

Dan Herrera: But tonight we’re going to see what Pedro & Maritza can do in that ring, and see how far they’ve come since All Star Showdown. Then next month at Patriot Games, we’ll show them that it wasn’t far enough when The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad walk out of Washington DC as the FGA World Tag Team Champions.

Amanda Johnson: Love the confidence, guys. But…

She stresses the word, drawing both of the champions’ attention.

Amanda Johnson: ...if you do that, then you’ll be facing off against the winners of the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament at the next pay-per-view. And later tonight we’ve got two quarter finals coming up.

Peaches: We’ve been watchin’, Amanda, don’t worry ‘bout that. An’ each an’ every team that’s competed this year? They’ve been amazing to watch. They’re all great wrestlers, we all know that. But we ain’t ‘bout to play favorites.

Dan Herrera: I know what it takes to be in the Dynamic Duos, how much work it is to progress through the tournament like this. But where Status Quo succeeded last year; where we won the Dynamic Duos and went on to become the FGA World Tag Team Champions?

Peaches: That’s what sets ‘em apart from whoever wins this year, Amanda. ‘Cause these belts? They ain’t goin’ nowhere anytime soon. Not at Patriot Games. Not at Final Frontier. An’ nowhere in between, ‘cause the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are gonna stand tall above all the competition. So when people like Bristow & Barnes or The Small Boob Wrecking Crew say they’re the best tag team in the world - they know where to really look.

Dan Herrera: And we’ll keep pushing, and progressing. And showing everybody why we’re the champions. Why we deserve to be the champions. And moreover, why we’re going to continue to be the FGA World Tag Team Champions. And it’ll continue tonight when we walk out of this eight man tag match with our hands raised.

With that, Dan and Peaches high five each other and bid farewell to Amanda. They walk off in the direction from which they came, leaving Amanda to close the segment.

Amanda Johnson: There you have it: the tag champs confident about the future. Can they co-exist alongside Bristow & Barnes tonight? We’ll find out after the break.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

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

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

Geoff Penzer: It looks like the Battle-Hardened Vet is out here to discuss the events that transpired at this past weekend’s Vertigo. Bond was attacked after his victory over The New Murder’s Jaelynn Ramsey, but Jimmy Page made sure they didn’t do too much damage!

Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off throughout the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Bond pulls a microphone from his back pocket and stands basking in the glory of the fans chanting his name.

Geoff Penzer: Listen to this crowd cheer for the man who bleeds FGA!

Bond stands, microphone in hand, waiting for the crowd to quiet down before beginning.

Chris Bond: You know, I’ve been around this business for a looooong time. I’ve seen the rise and fall of greats, icons and heroes of this industry. I’ve seen boys become men by waging cold and brutal war with those who see no remorse in the actions they commit. I’ve seen men become heroes, vanquishing nefarious villains who sought to see the FGA in ashes. And I’ve seen those heroes become legend, their legacy gilded in gold, polished up to shine forever in the annals of history. I’ve seen the names of Chandler Scott, Cordelia Stevenson, and Johnny Karma become immortalized. I’ve seen titans, men like Chris Q, Johnny Cannon and Malcolm Drake, once thought to be invincible, crack and crumble like dirt in your hand. I’ve seen the scattering of a Murder… and it’s revival.

The crowd boo’s loudly as they let their feelings shower down in negativity upon the reformation of the New Murder. Bond nods his head in agreement.

Chris Bond: No, I agree. This organization has seen it’s fair share of those wishing to see it burn. The FGA survived Malcolm Drake’s twisted world. We survived Chris Q’s drunken stupor. We’ve made it through the era of the New Kings… and I can tell you, I can assure you that the FGA will remain steadfast and strong through Dom Harter’s attempt at overtaking this glorious organization. This is the FGA, dammit!

Bond’s face reddens a bit as the crowd erupts into a sea of cheer.

Chris Bond: For far too long have men and women like Dom Harter, Chris Q, Johnny Cannon, and the current reigning champion, Izzy Anders, been allowed to do whatever they’ve wanted. They’ve beaten, bruised, broken people… just because they could. They’ve cheated, stolen, and tried to stamp out the light that hope brings… all because they could. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of sitting back and watching men like Dom Harter do whatever he wants… just because he can. I’m sick of seeing those too stupid to think for themselves follow him blindly and wreak havoc… just because they can. And I’m so very sick and tired of seeing people get laid out, victims of cheap shots and numbers games… because their opponent is too chicken sh*t to fight a fair fight!

The crowd erupts again, cheering for fairness and equality.

Chris Bond: I’d like to think that fairness and hope, integrity and pride can keep back the tide of injustice and evil. I’d like to think that those who do what is right, who fight for what is just and good in this world will eventually overcome the evil-doers. We may not win every battle, but we will win the war. Light shines forever. No matter the darkest part in our history, our universe… there still shines a spark of light.

The crowd explodes, cheering for the hopeful triumph of good over evil.

Chris Bond: I’m not saying the fight won’t be bloody, it won’t get brutal, and it won’t be vicious… what I am saying is… one man cannot stand up and fight for what is right.

Geoff Penzer: I-Is he getting at what I think he’s getting at?

Chris Bond: Dom Harter, you attacked me like the coward you have always been. You attacked Jimmy Page with your group of miscreants and weasels, and you do so because no one is willing to stand up for what’s right. I’m sick of seeing the injustice take place. You asked Jimmy Page what army would stand in defiance of the New Murder…

The crowd builds in anticipation.. Their cheers getting louder and louder.

Chris Bond: Jimmy Page, I will fight with you, alongside you against the likes of the New Murder. This organization has seen too many good men fall because no one would fight for what was just and what was right. They’ve said the age of heroes would never come again. I don’t believe that. I will fight with you, Jimmy. I will fight with you, because no one else will.

Geoff Penzer: Jimmy Page is raising an army… and it’s because Dom Harter and his flock of vagrants attacked Chris Bond on Vertigo! Dom Harter can’t stop the fate of justice. He can run, he can hide, but he cannot stop the will of righteousness!

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon rings throughout the arena as fans begin to cheer. Page steps out, microphone in his right hand, and his left hand stuffed in his pocket.

Geoff Penzer: Page is here tonight?!

Page steps through the ropes, looking at Chris Bond who has a hardened glare. Page twirls the microphone, looking out at the crowd as they begin to quiet down. Page looks at Bond for a moment, then looks down at the mat. Page looks back out at the crowd, then looks back to Bond. Page steps up to Bond and looks him in his eyes to make sure Bond was a man of his word. Bond has a small smirk on his face, nodding as he mouths something to Page. Page finally breaks his silence...

Jimmy Page: ...Thank you.

Page shakes Bond’s hand, then says something away from the microphone. “Murdered Out” plays, Page backs away slowly keeping eye contact with Bond before sliding out of the ring.

Geoff Penzer: He's a man of few words! Page shows his appreciation in this war against Dom Harter and his brand new Murder. Bond understands this now! But the question is will it be enough?!

[FGA Office]

Amanda Johnson Ladies and gentleman. Please welcome my guest at this time, the newest FGA sensation...El Stravito!

El Stravito walks up to Johnson clapping his hands and pumping himself up. He’s accompanied by a thin, brunette who simply smiles at Amanda.

Amanda Johnson Alright I’m guessing this lovely lady is your translator. And what is your name?

The woman shyly approaches the microphone:

Woman: My name is Esmeralda.

She said in a timid tone. Amanda nodded and smiled before focusing his attention on El Stravito

Amanda Johnson So El Stravito, it seems as though you made a big splash here early on. However, it seems as though you have a problem with The New Murder. As a relatively new star here in FGA, why step up to what seems to be the strongest force developing?

Esmeralda turned towards El Stravito.

Esmeralda: Así que el Stravito, parece que hiciste un gran chapuzón aquí desde el principio. Sin embargo, parece que tienes un problema con The New Murder. Como una estrella relativamente nueva aquí en FGA, ¿por qué subir a lo que parece ser la fuerza más fuerte en desarrollo?

El Stravito shakes his head.

El Stravito: De donde vengo, pelea con honor. Usted no toma la salida barata. No es fácil. Admito que no sé mucho de Dom Harter, pero tenía la impresión de que era un buen tipo. Pensé que era un héroe para FGA. Estaba equivocado y me tomará tiempo para aclimatarme a cómo están las cosas aquí en FGA y América. Pero ahora El Stravito es más inteligente.

Esmeralda stepped towards Amanda’s mic. She speaks with more confidence.

Esmeralda: Where I come from you fight with honor. You don't take the cheap way out. No easy way. I will admit, I don't know much of Dom Harter but I was under the impression that he was a good guy. I thought he was a hero to FGA. I was mistaken and it will take time for me to acclimate to how things are here in FGA and America. But now El Stravito is smarter.

Johnson nods as El Stravito raises a thumbs up to Esmeralda.

Amanda Johnson Very well. I suppose you will get a taste of The New Murder later tonight. Now as far as the last episode of Vertigo, we saw you get involved after the Fenrys, Ash Fi match. Surely he will have a response.

Esmeralda: Supongo que tendrás un sabor de The New Murder más tarde esta noche. Ahora, hasta el último episodio de Vertigo, vimos que te involucraste después del partido Fenrys, Ash Fi. Seguramente tendrá una respuesta.

El Stravito starts to laugh.

El Stravito: Fenrys es sólo un disparo de advertencia. ¿Clamoroso? ¿Se supone que es algún tipo de lobo? Todo lo que veo es un perro de regazo. Perro de Lap para Dom Harter a quien me enfrento en el próximo Vertigo. Será extraño sacar al dueño antes del perro, pero he hecho cosas más extrañas. Cuando él responda, estaré listo. No sé mucho acerca de cómo FGA fue en el pasado, pero ahora que El Stravito está aquí será sobre dar a los fans el mejor espectáculo posible.

Esmeralda is nodding, trying to process it all. Biting her lip, she turns around towards Johnson but El Stravito isn’t finished.

El Stravito: ¡Toda la gente quiere al final del día es una buena competencia! Quieren creer que cualquier persona puede ganar en cualquier noche dada. Cuando suceden cosas como El nuevo asesinato, realmente apila la cubierta contra el resto de los luchadores. No debería haber ninguna razón por la que no podamos jugar en un campo parejo. Es todo para los aficionados y pasar un buen rato con competiton amigable.

Visibly overwhelmed, Esmeralda turns towards Johnson again but El Stravito still isn’t finished.

El Stravito: Es ajedrez humano y El Stravito ve a todos los lacayos de Dom como peones. Al igual que Molly Reid, Jaelynn Ramsey y Mercy Williams. Todos ellos son atletas inferiores de Dom Harter. Ellos piensan que estar alineados con él les da la vlidación que siempre han buscado. Así que la confianza ciega es algo a tener en cuenta. Pero usted puede poner un perro de regazo en un traje de león, pero lo puso en la selva y muere.

El Stravito violently stomps his foot, and walks away.

Esmeralda, trying to recollect everything looks at Amandawith a stern look before taking he microphone from him.

Esmeralda: Fenrys is just a warning shot. Howling? Is he supposed to be some kind of wolf? All I see is a lap dog. Lap dog for Dom Harter who I face at the next Vertigo. It will be strange to take out the owner before the dog, but I have done stranger things. When he responds I will be ready. I don't know much about how FGA was in the past, but now that El Stravito is here it will be about giving the fans the best show possible. All the people want at the end of the day is good competition! They want to believe anyone can win on any given night. When things like The New Murder happen, it really stacks the deck against the rest of the wrestlers. There should be no reason why we can't play on an even field. It is all for the fans and having a good time with friendly competition. It is human chess and El Stravito sees all of Dom's flunkies as pawns. Just like Molly Reid, Jaelynn Ramsey and Mercy Williams. They are all inferior athletes to Dom Harter. They think being aligned with him gives them the validation they have always seeked. So that blind confidence is something to watch out for. But you can put a lap dog in a lion suit, but put it in the jungle and it dies.

Esmeralda then awkward stomps her heel on the ground, politely hands Amanda Johnson the microphone and walks off. Slightly stunned, Amanda Johnson looks into the camera and shrugs her shoulders.

Amanda Johnson Well there you have it. El Stravito, ladies and gentlemen.

[FGA Office]

EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Bristow & Barnes
vs.
Pedro Gonzales, Maritza Diaz, Elysian Empire

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

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds! They are the team of Emery and Elon Elysian… THE ELYSIAN EMPIRE!!!

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

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

Melanie Sierra: And their partners! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida! She is “The Power Princess”... MARRITZZZAAAA DIIIIAAAAZ!!!

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

“BUENO CLUB! POR-R-R-R-R-R-R VIDA!”

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

Melanie Sierra: And her partner, from Mexico, City, Mexico! Weighing in at 115 pounds… PEDRO GOOOONZAAAAALESSSS!!!

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, Pedro 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.

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

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

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

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents! Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 495 pounds… BRISTOW & BARNS!!!

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

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

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

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

...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

Melanie Sierra: And their partners, weighing in at a total combined weight of 332 pounds! They are the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions! Dan Herrera and Peaches… the POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAD!!!

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair climb into the ring.

Geoff Penzer: 8-Man Tag action is about to get underway. On one team, you’ve got the current #1 contenders for the World Tag Team Titles, as well as the team who still feels that they should be given a rematch for the titles. On the opposite side of the ring are the reigning Tag Champs, as well as the team that’s looking to one day dethrone them. This is quite the mix of teams we’ve got in this one. I’m not sure how well, or how poorly, these teams are going to be able to coexist.

The bell sounds as Dan Herrera and Pedro Gonzales start things off with a handshake before circling the ring. Herrera and Gonzales then make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Herrera shoves Gonzales down to the canvas.

Geoff Penzer: Gonzales is quickly overpowered by the stronger Herrera.

Gonzales gets back to his feet and circles the ring. He then slowly makes his way over towards Herrera and engages in another lock up. After jockeying for position, Herrera moves Gonzales across the ring and into the corner. While Herrera press Gonzales against the turnbuckles, the ref goes over and gives them until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO…

Herrera lets go. He then quickly takes Gonzales and goes for an irish whip. But Gonzales reverses, sending Herrera into the opposite corner. Gonzales rushes over to attack. But he gets knocked back by a back elbow. Herrera then comes out of the corner to attack with a lariat. But Gonzales avoids the blow with a Matrix evasion. When Herrera turns around and runs back over to attack, Gonzales stands up and brings him down with a deep arm drag. Herrera gets back to his feet, but he gets sent to the outside through the ropes after receiving a dropkick from Gonzales.

Geoff Penzer: Gonzales clears the ring with that dropkick. Is Mexico City’s Favorite Son about to take it to the air?

As Herrera picks himself up on the outside, Gonzales turns and runs into the far ropes. When Gonzales comes back, Herrera slides back in and tries to cut him off with a lariat. But Gonzales ducks and runs into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, the crowd cheers when Herrera knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Gonzales kicks out.

Herrera brings Gonzales into the corner and lights up his chest with knife edge chops. He then grabs a hold of Gonzales before hurling him out of the corner and towards the center of the ring with a hip toss. As Gonzales picks himself up off the mat, Herrera comes out of the corner and throws out a discus elbow strike. But Gonzales ducks. When Herrera turns around, he gets caught with an uppercut to the jaw, then an elbow to the face, then a roundhouse kick to the arm, followed by a legsweep. Gonzales picks up Herrera, wrenches his arm, drags him over into the corner and tags in Maritza Diaz.

The crowd cheers as the Power Princess gets in and nails Herrera with a double axe handle smash across the back. She then takes Herrera and wrenches the arm before whipping him into the ropes. When Herrera returns, Diaz wraps her arms around him before throwing him down with a belly to belly suplex. She makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Diaz only gets a two count. But what a display of power that was from The Power Princess.

Diaz picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera returns, Diaz grabs him by the neck with both hands.

Geoff Penzer: Diaz is setting up for that choke suplex!

Before Diaz can throw him across the ring with the overhead choke suplex, Herrera smacks her hands off of him and follows up with a belly to belly suplex of his own. He hooks the far leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Diaz gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Herrera returns the favor with a belly to belly, but it only gets a count of two.

Herrera picks up Diaz and whips her into the ropes. When Diaz returns, Herrera scoops her across his shoulders to set up a Samoan Drop. But before he can deliver the move, Diaz nails him with three elbows to the side of the head before she slips down from behind. Diaz quickly grabs a hold of Herrera from behind before throwing him down with an inverted powerslam. Cheers and applause are heard as she pulls Herrera over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Another display of power there by Diaz, who threw Herrera down with that inverted powerslam with ease!

Diaz picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera returns, Diaz sets up for a back body drop. But Herrera is able to counter with a kick to the face, followed by a discus elbow strike that knocks her down. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Diaz gets her shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Diaz, moves her into the corner and tags in Peaches.

The crowd cheers when the other half of PLAS gets in and gives Diaz a trio of chops before bringing her out of the corner. After an irish whip into the ropes, Peaches lifts up Diaz and throws her down with a sitout spinebuster. Instead of going for the cover, Peaches heads into the corner, steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. Once Diaz returns to her feet and turns around, Peaches leaps off the top turnbuckle and connects with a diving crossbody block…

… but Diaz is able to roll through it. With Peaches still held in her arms, the crowd gasps and cheers as The Power Princess gets back to a vertical base, shifts her over across one shoulder and delivers the Royalty Bomb (running emerald Flowsion). Cheers can be heard as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Diaz is winning this crowd over here tonight with this performance! This has to give the Tag Champs some sense of worry.

Diaz heads over and tags in Emery Elysian.

The crowd cheers as Emery heads over, picks up Peaches and wrenches the arm before throwing her down with a judo toss. He then sits up Peaches and nails her with a stiff kick to the back before heading into the ropes. Upon his return, he nails Peaches with a Penalty Kick to the chest. He drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Emery picks up Peaches, places her in a Muay Thai clinch and nails her with alternating knee strikes to the midsection. The last strike doubling her over. From there, Emery takes advantage of his opponent’s positioning by lifting her up onto his shoulders and going for a Tiger Bomb. But Peaches is able to counter with a sitout facebuster. She turns Emery over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Emery kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches countered the powerbomb with a facebuster. But it only got a count of two

Peaches picks up Emery and goes for an irish whip. But Emery reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Peaches returns, she slides through Emery’s legs. When Emery turns around, Peaches gets back to her feet and delivers three toe kicks to the midsection before bringing him down with an Overdrive. While Emery is down, Peaches heads into one of the unoccupied corners before stepping out to the apron and climbing to the top turnbuckle. She then leaps off and goes for a flying elbow drop. But Emery rolls out of the way.

Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home on that one!

Peaches tries to get back to her feet. But Emery is quick to bring her down into a Fujiwara Armbar.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches got caught!

Peaches cringes in pain as the ref gets down to check on her. She asks Peaches if she wants to give up. When Peaches refuses, Emery pulls back on the arm.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches is trying to fight through the pain. But Emery is really working to get the submission!

Herrera can be seen slapping the top turnbuckle as he tries to shout of word of encouragement. Meanwhile, Bristow & Barnes can be seen taunting Peaches while she’s in the hold.

Geoff Penzer: The nerve of those two!

Emery continues to fight for the submission while Peaches howls in pain. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But again, Peaches refuses. She then begins to fight her way towards the ropes. Emery keeps a hold of the arm and tries to slow her down. But Peaches is determined to make it to the ropes. After scratching and clawing her way to the side of the ring, Peaches reaches out with her free arm and grabs the bottom rope. Emery breaks the hold.

Emery picks up Peaches and whips her into the far ropes. When Peaches returns, Emery swings around peaches and slaps on a rear naked choke.

Geoff Penzer: Emery’s got her locked in another submis-

Peaches flails her arms around before reaching back, grabbing Emery by the head with both hands and pulling him down into seated jawbreaker.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches countered!

While Emery holds is jaw, Peaches gets back to her feet and runs into the ropes, where Bristow makes the blind tag. When Peaches returns, Emery scoops her up across his shoulder, turns and goes for a running powerslam. But Peaches is able to slip out from behind before pushing Emery into the ropes. When Emery returns, Bristow throws him down with a spinning spinebuster. He then rolls across Emery and hooks the far leg for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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T-NO!

Elon dives over and breaks up the pin.

Geoff Penzer: Nate Bristow nearly stole the window until Elon Elysian came in with the timely save!

While the younger half of the Elysian Empire heads back out to the apron, Bristow picks up Emery, moves him into the corner and tags Barnes in. Once Barnes get in, they send Emery slumping down in the corner with double mudhole stomps. He then reaches down, brings Emery from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Emery returns, Barnes scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bristow gets his shoulder up.

Barnes picks up Emery and delivers three elbow smashes to the lower back before hoisting him up for a belly to back suplex. But Emery is able to roll over his shoulder and land on his feet. When Barnes turns around, he gets rocked by a roundhouse kick. While Barnes is dazed, Emery turns and runs into the ropes, where Elon reaches out and makes the tag. When Emery returns, he knocks Barnes down with a jumping side kick. As Barnes picks himself up off the mat, Elon leaps off the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a flying knee strike. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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T-NO!

The crowd boos when Bristow dives over and breaks up the pin.

Geoff Penzer: Bristow with the last second save! That was close!

While Bristow heads back out onto the apron, Elon picks up Barnes and whips him into the ropes. When Barnes returns, Elon sets up for a back body drop. Barnes sees it coming, so he counters with a sunset flip. But Elon rolls through, grabs Barnes by the leg and turns him over into an ankle lock.

The crowd cheers as Barnes can be heard howling in pain. The ref asks Barnes if he wants to give up. When Barnes refuses, Elon begins cranking away on the ankle.

Geoff Penzer: Elon’s trying to snap that ankle!

After Barnes gets up on his hands, he rolls forward, sending Elon into the corner, where Bristow nails him with an elbow smash to the face. As Elon stumbles back, Barnes grabs him from behind and lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. But Elon is able to roll over the shoulder, land on his feet and quickly follow up with an Angle Slam. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bristow runs over and breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Geoff Penzer: Another save from Bristow!

Before Bristow can head back out to the apron, Emery rushes in and greets him with elbow smashes to the face. The Elysians then take Bristow and whip him into the ropes. When Bristow returns, they deliver a double back body drop. Barnes then spins Elon around and whips him into the corner. After Barnes charges into the corner, Elon turns him around with a boot to the face. As Barnes staggers away from the corner, the Elysian come from opposite directions and take him down with a legsweep/STO combination. Elon makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bristow picks Elon up off of Barnes, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor.

When Bristow turns around, Emery runs over and connects with a clothesline, sending them both over the top rope and to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Emery and Bristow just took a hard tumble to the floor!

Back inside, Gonzales, Diaz and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad slowly step in through the ropes and make their way over towards the center of the ring.

Geoff Penzer: Uh oh! All hell may be about to break loose!

While the Tag Champs have a staredown with their #1 contenders, Barnes runs up from behind and knees Gonzales in the back, knocking Gonzales into Peaches.

After seeing Peaches go down, Herrera throws out a punch to at Diaz. But Diaz blocks and counters with a punch of her own. The two powerhouses of their teams continue to trade blows until Herrera ducks one of the blows and scoops Diaz across his shoulders for a Samoan Drop. But Diaz is able to slip down from behind and shove Herrera into the ropes. When Herrera returns…

Geoff Penzer: SPEAR!

Diaz curls up and howls in pain after nearly getting broken in half. Gonzales then quickly spins Herrera towards him, doubles him over with a kick to the midsection and plants him with a Devil Spike DDT.

After Gonzales returns to his feet, Peaches runs over to attack. But Gonzales ducks with a matrix evasion. When Peaches turns around, Gonzales stands back up and stuns her with a pelé kick. Mexico City’s Favorite Son then returns to his feet before taking off into the ropes. When he comes back…

Geoff Penzer: SPEAR!

Gonzales guards his midsection after getting tackled down with the spear. Before Peaches can turn around, Elon grabs Peaches from behind and throws her down with an Angle Slam. As soon as Elon gets back to a vertical base, Barnes quickly runs up from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy.

ONE!
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Barnes grabs the tights
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd boos when “Run This Town” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners, BRISTOW, BARNES and the POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAD!

The boos continue as Barnes rolls to the outside and meets back up with Bristow. The two raise each others arms in the air.

Geoff Penzer: Tully Barnes just stole the win by hooking the tights!This has to feel like a tough loss for the Elysians, who were already coming off a couple hard losses already. Elon looked like he had this match in the bag until Barnes rolled him up from behind and hooked the tights!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Cameras go backstage to see Fujiko Mine, pacing back and forth. She is fully in her ring gear now, and it’s clear something is off. The imposing Xena stands just out of her path, her eyes watching Fujiko pace. Fujiko sniffles a couple of times, seeming that she’s trying to keep her emotions in check after her back and forth with Molly earlier in the night. Fujiko slows herself down a moment, and Xena takes the opportunity to place a hand on her shoulder.

Xena: Talking about your mom…

Fujiko Mine: ...got to me, yeah.

Fujiko loses the battle against some tears. They squeak out, rolling down her cheek and dropping off. She bends down, trying to compact herself and make it easier to deal. Xena lets her hand drift down to her side, and she watches Fujiko for a second.

Xena: Push it out of your mind, Fujicakes. She’d want you to not worry about her.

Fujiko nods, but doesn’t respond.

Xena: You hurting from having to talk about her in front of all of the fans?

There is a pause, but then a small nod punctuates what the normally mute Xena was thinking.

Xena: But did you hear all of them out there cheering for you? They supported you all the way. They know what’s true. They know what you went through. They know what you went through, and they were behind you. Molly is a fu-...you know. She’s jealous of you.

Fujiko begins to stand back up, wiping stray tears off her cheeks. She draws to her full height and Xena looks down into her face.

Xena: You’re going to go out there, and you and Flavia and Stravito are going to beat the New Murder. You’re going to embarrass Molly in front of the world. And then you’re going to put blinders on. You’re not going to engage in Dom, or any of his cowardly antics. They want you to appear insignificant. You know you’re better than that. And you’re going to prove it. They’re going to grit their damn teeth and admit that you’re as good as you say you are. And you and I? We’re going to revel in it while they do it. So take those emotions, and pack them into your offense. Make Molly pay for even doubting you.

Fujiko Mine: Yeah. No, if Molly thinks she’s getting the better of me tonight...

Fujiko’s face turns to a scowl as she turns away from Xena.

Fujiko Mine: ...she’s really in for a rude awakening.

Without another word, Fujiko exits the room. Xena looks on for a moment, then grins.

Xena: Boy, this is gonna be good…

[FGA Office]

The scene switches to inside one of the locker rooms at the Sun National Bank Center, where the team of Lowri Moss and Neal Durden can be seen. With their match against Shootcamp in the quarterfinals of the Dynamic Duos Tournament mere moments away, they are both already in their ring attire, and - in the words of Republica - ready to go. Neal is sat on a bench, with one eye on Lowri, who is opposite to him, checking over the items in her case. She then takes out an object that causes Neal to raise an eyebrow.

Neal Durden: What do you need a padlock for?

Lowri looks up at her partner.

Lowri Moss: After what happened last weekend, I want to make sure that none of my belongings get taken while we’re out in the ring, by Dom or by anyone else.

Neal Durden: What are you going to do with the key though?

Lowri taps the side of her head.

Lowri Moss: It doesn’t use a key - it’s a combination lock.

She then closes her case and attaches the padlock to the zipper, before securing it. When Lowri raises her head to look back to Neal, she sees that the two of them have now been joined in the locker room by someone else.

Amanda Johnson: Excuse me, Lowri; Neal. May I ask you both a couple of questions?

Neal turns to look at the reporter as well.

Lowri Moss: Of course.

Lowri puts her case to one side and then moves over to where Amanda is now stood. Neal, however, stays sat down.

Lowri Moss: What do you want to ask us?

Amanda Johnson: I’ve got some questions to ask about your impending match against Shootcamp, although first, Lowri, I would like to ask you something about AMIRA.

Lowri’s irritation at the mention of AMIRA is obvious, as she closes her eyes.

Lowri Moss: What do you want to ask me about her, Amanda?

She then reopens her eyes, giving Amanda her full attention.

Amanda Johnson: Last week on Vertigo, AMIRA stated that all of her efforts will be focused towards disposing of you, so I wanted to know, are you at all concerned about what she might have planned?

Lowri Moss: I heard everything that AMIRA said about me last Saturday, and I was of course also there three weeks ago, at the previous episode of Vertigo, to hear her run me down; I’ve heard her say that she’s going to end me, and that she’s going to make FGA a Welsh free zone...

Lowri pauses to look in Neal’s direction.

Lowri Moss: I wonder how she feels about a compatriot of mine having joined me in FGA, even if it is only for however long our involvement in the Dynamic Duos Tournament lasts.

She then looks back to Amanda.

Lowri Moss: Everyone knows that AMIRA is a bit, let’s say, kooky, and it’s probably only a matter of time before she goes completely batsh*t crazy, so maybe I should be worried about what she has in mind. I’ve already been attacked by AMIRA with a steel chair, and I’m sure that whatever she tries to do to me next will be at least a step up from that - she blames me and me alone for her no longer being the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, so goodness only knows what she could be planning to do.

A small sigh escapes Lowri’s mouth, before she continues.

Lowri Moss: You know, Kris Cruise had it right recently, when he commented that the one person who is truly to blame is AMIRA herself. I’m well aware there’s no chance of her seeing it that way though, and that she won’t be satisfied until she has gotten retribution for the things that she holds me responsible for. But to answer your question, Amanda, no, I’m not concerned about what AMIRA might have planned - right now, all I’m concerned about is trying to reach the semifinals of the Dynamic Duos Tournament.

Amanda Johnson: Speaking of which, it’s just a matter of minutes until your quarterfinal match against Shootcamp takes place; how confident are the two of you about your chances of progressing to the semifinals?

Lowri looks over towards her tag team partner.

Lowri Moss: Do you want to answer this one?

Neal Durden: No, it’s okay. You’ve got this.

Lowri turns her attention from Neal, back to Amanda.

Lowri Moss: We’ve got plenty of respect for Owen Gonsalves and Ace Watson, they’re both very talented, but while their friendship goes back a number of years, them competing together as a tag team is a much more recent thing. In fact, while only a handful of the people that have participated in this tournament have less experience than me and Neal, not many of the other remaining duos - if any - have as much experience of working together as a team as we do.

Lowri has a quick glance towards her partner, who remains unmoved.

Lowri Moss: It was eleven months ago yesterday that I made my pro debut, in a tag team match, with Neal as my partner - and we won. We’ve had numerous matches as a team since then, but only once have we been defeated, and we both believe that we can make it to the end of the Dynamic Duos Tournament without doubling our number of losses. Because while as individuals we may be lacking in experience, the same can’t be said for us as a team, and we certainly aren’t lacking in ability.

She shakes her head.

Lowri Moss: Prior to the tournament, Ace said that he wanted to face me and Neal, and now, he’s about to get his wish. He would do well to remember though that you should be careful what you wish for, because it could turn out to have unpleasant consequences.

Lowri winks.

Amanda Johnson: I just want to ask one other question before I let you go. The last time the two of you were in a ring together, it was as opponents - are there going to be any after-effects from that?

Lowri Moss: None whatsoever. Neither of us held anything back, we gave each other our best, but that match is over and done with, it’s in the past, and now we’re back to working together, in unison, as a team.

A smirk crosses Lowri’s face, as she thinks of something.

Lowri Moss: I was surprised earlier that AMIRA and NEON managed to work together well enough for them to be able to defeat Luke Jackson and Susan Kent. It shouldn’t be a surprise though, Amanda, to not see Neal and I have any issues at all; we’re a well-oiled machine, and we’ve got a place in the semifinals in our sights.

The camera then cuts away.