Vertigo (08.12.17)

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XFINITY ARENA AT EVERETT
EVERETT, WA

The video fades to an outside shot of the Xfinity Arena at Everett in Everett, WA. 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...


Kris Cruise: Hello everyone and welcome to VERTIGO! I am Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! We are three weeks away from out next AxxssNet Special, Patriot Games, and we’re just four weeks away from the next pay per view, Trouble in Paradise! Things are getting heated left and right here in FGA and I’m expecting business to continue to pick up here tonight in Everett.

Stephy Auger: The many personal issues going around here in FGA are far from over. I’m expecting some you-know-what to hit the fan here in the Pacific Northwest.

Kris Cruise: We might be a few weeks away from the AxxessNet show as well as pay per view. But we’ve got ourselves a title match here tonight when the reigning 15 Champion, Terrence Tillman, defends his title against Julian Tijerina! I’ve got it on good authority that if Tillman retains the title here tonight and successfully defends it a fourth time against an opponent to be determined, he will be cashing that title in for a guaranteed Pride Championship match!

Stephy Auger: It seems like Triple T is putting the cart before the horse. I understand the opportunity that being a 15 Champion with four successful defenses brings. But Tillman is still halfway there. He’s got to defend against Tijerina here tonight. He can’t be thinking about Savannah Taylor when he’s still got The Spanish Sweetheart and who knows who else in front of him. Maybe he should be concerned about giving Macy Dover her rightful rematch! This just in, Cruise. It’s nearly two months later and he’s still ducking Macy Dover.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think the leader of the T-Unit is ducking anyone at all! He’s defended his championship against all worthy challengers and I’m sure he’ll continue to do so if he beats Tijerina here tonight. That will be a tough matchup for him, though, I agree. Speaking of Pride Champions, we have two former Pride Champions going at it when Molly Reid goes one on one with Fujiko Mine! Upon returning to FGA, Fujiko has made it clear that she wanted a rematch with Molly Reid to avenge that title loss from last Fall. But Molly Reid has seemingly done everything in her power to avoid that match. Well, after she lost to Fujiko in the center of the ring last week, the match has now been made. Is Fujiko going to get her revenge?

Stephy Auger: No, she’s going to get her head knocked clean off her shoulders with a Molly Kick, that’s what’s going to happen. Fujiko is too foolish to understand what she’s stepping into. She’s too hard-headed to see that she’s pissed off the wrong wrestler. Molly Reid was a better wrestler 9-10 months ago and guess what, Cruise? She’s still a better wrestler than Fuji Water is today!

Kris Cruise: In our main event, we’ve got a huge Eight Man Tag Team Match as Chandler Scott, Noelle Smith and the Elysian Empire take on all four members of Heroes Never Die! What a main event that one is going to be!

Stephy Auger: On one team, you’ve got our reigning Undisputed and Pride Champions! You’ve got a wrestling legend and a woman that could win any title at the drop of a hat. On the other side, you’ve Chandler and Noelle, who aren’t half bad. But teaming with them are the Elysian Empire, who are currently 0-2479546983684 in their last matches. Let’s be honest with ourselves here, Cruise. I think we know how this match is going to go.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think you know what you’re talking about! Chandler Scott is one of the best in the world. Noelle Smith has had a solid 2017. The Elysian Empire might have lost their last couple of matches, but they’re still a formidable duo. I think you and you’re opponents are selling them short and you’ll all be in for a surprise in tonight’s main event! But that’s still to come. Right now, we’ve got singles action to kick off tonight’s show! J.A., take it away!

Susan Kent vs. Caintigern

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from already in the ring from Cobh, County Cork, Ireland…. CAINTIGERN!!!

Kris Cruise: Caintigern KOed her own partner on the last SCCW show!

Stephy Auger: Just like she’s looking to KO Susan Kent here in this one! The Brand Extension Draft is four weeks away. A couple of the SCCW talents have informed the front office that they’re open to having their rights drafted. Which means that Caintigern could be on that short-list of names that could be drafted to either Vertigo or Flashpoint.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Wichita, Kansas… SUUUSAAAAN KENNNNT!!!

Kris Cruise: Susan Kent has had a tough couple of outings over the last few weeks. Most notably, a 15 Championship loss against Terrence Tillman. She’s looking to get back on the right track in this one.

Stephy Auger: Against Caintigern? I doubt that’ll happen!

The bell sounds as Kent and Caintigern circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Caintigern moves Kent across the ring and into the corner. While Kent is pressed up against the turnbuckles, the ref heads over and gives them until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

As soon as the collar-and-elbow is broken, the crowd boos when Caintigern socks Kent with a hard right hand to the face. After she nails Kent with another right hand to the face, Kent comes back with a right hand of her own. So Caintigern socks Kent with another right hand, only to be given a right hand in return. When Caintigern throws out another right hook, Kent blocks it and throws out a punch of her own. But Caintigern is able to duck and unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body. She then takes Kent and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Kent staggers out, Caintigern runs over and knocks her down with an elbow to the face. She then reaches down, sits up Kent and heads into the ropes. Caintigern comes back and flattens Kent with a rope leaned basement lariat. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Kent kicks out.

Caintigern picks up Kent and blasts her with a knife edge chop. Kent comes back with a backhand chop. Caintigern then nails Kent with another knife edge chop. Kent then comes right back with another backhand chop. As Caintigern sets up for another knife edge chop, Kent cuts her off with a backhand chop. She then nails Caintigern with another backhand chop… and another… and another. After a kick to the midsection, she takes Caintigern and goes for an irish whip. But Caintigern reverses and sends her into the ropes. When Kent returns, she knocks Caintigern down with a crossbody.

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Caintigern kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Kent throws out a dropkick. But Caintigern steps back out of the way, causing Kent to whiff the kick. She then runs over and nails Kent with a kick to the ribs, knocking her over onto her back. The boos continue as Caintigern stomps away on Kent. Caintigern reaches down, brings Kent back to her feet by the hair, runs and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. While Kent pulls herself up using the ropes, Caintigern runs over towards the ropes and connects with a triangle knee strike, knocking Kent off the apron and to the floor.

On the outside, Kent is seen pulling herself up using the edge of the apron. Caintigern then quickly slides to the outside and doubles her over with a punch to the ribs. After slamming Kent face-first onto the apron, Caintigern shoves Kent back inside before sliding back in. She makes the cover.

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Kent gets her shoulder up.

Caintigern picks up Kent and socks her with a right hand, sending Kent stumbling back into the ropes. While Kent tries to shake out the cobwebs, Caintigern goes over, grabs her and whips her into the far ropes. When Kent returns, Caintigern throws out a lariat. But Kent ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kent come back, Caintigern throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Kent ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kent returns, she brings Caintigern down to the mat with a running hurricanrana. After Caintigern gets back to her feet, Kent runs over and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending Caintigern throw the ropes and onto the apron. While Caintigern pulls herself up on the apron, Kent runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she sends Caintigern flying off the apron with a dropkick. As Caintigern slowly picks herself up on the outside, Kent runs back into the ropes. When Kent comes back, she flips over the top rope and knocks Caintigern down with a somersault plancha!

The cheers continue when Kent rolls Caintigern back inside, slides back in and makes the cover.

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Caintigern gets her shoulder up.

Kent picks up Caintigern and goes for an irish whip. But Caintigern reverses and sends Kent into the ropes. When Kent returns, Caintigern is set up for a back body drop. But Kent counters with a sitout facebuster. The cheers continue as she pushes Caintigern over and makes the cover.

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Caintigern gets her shoulder up.

While Kent’s pulling Caintigern up off the mat, Caintigern nails her with right hands to the midsection. Caintigern then takes Kent, delivers an irish whip, follows her into the corner and connects with a corner running double knee strike. Caintigern drags Kent away from the corner before heading into the ropes. She then comes back and delivers a jumping double foot stomp on Kent before making the cover.

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Kent gets her shoulder up.

Caintigern heads into the corner and sets up for the Jawbox Gin (Boma Ye). Once Kent rolls over and gets up on one knee, Caintigern runs over and throws out the running knee strike. But Kent is able to roll out of the way. After putting on the brakes, Caintigern turns around and rushes back over to attack. But she gets cut off by a spinning heel kick from Kent. She makes the cover.

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Caintigern gets her shoulder up.

Kent picks up Caintigern and goes for an irish whip. But again, Caintigern reverses and sends her into the ropes. When Kent returns, Caintigern goes for a back body drop. This time, Kent slips down from behind and counters with an inverted headlock backbreaker. She then brings Caintigern back to her feet, places her in a headlock and brings her down with a running bulldog. While Caintigern is in the prone position, Kent runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and flips back, connecting with a Lionsault across the back. She then turns Caintigern into position before stepping out onto the apron. From there, Kent scales to the top turnbuckle, jumps off and crashes down across Caintigern’s back with the Photo OP (Frog Splash). She pushes Caintigern over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SUSAN KENT!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system of the Xfinity Arena, eliciting a cheer from the fans, and when the song's intro finishes, the cheers increase in volume, as through the curtains walks Lowri Moss. Dressed casually, a smiling Lowri slowly makes her way towards the ring, and does her best to slap hands with each of the fans that reach out to her on either side of the aisle. After arriving at ringside, Lowri clambers into the ring, and goes to collect a microphone. She walks towards the centre of the ring, and glances around at the fans present inside the venue, basking in their cheers. Once her music ceases playing, Lowri then raises her hand - and the microphone - towards her mouth.

Lowri Moss: What’s occurring, Everett?

This immediately draws another loud cheer from the crowd.

Lowri Moss: You know, since I arrived in FGA earlier this year, this is only the second time that I’ve been stood inside this ring when I haven’t been competing in a match, and so while I have a moment to do so, I would like to thank you all for the support that you have given me during my first six months in FGA, and for making me feel welcome here.

Many of the fans break out into a chant.

'LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!'

Lowri waits for the chant to die down before speaking again.

Lowri Moss: Awww, thanks guys!

Her smile broadens, as she continues.

Lowri Moss: The only previous time that I’ve been stood in this ring outside of a match setting came at the end of April, when I stopped a certain someone from throwing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in the trash - and that brings me onto my reason for being out here.

There is a slight sigh from Lowri.

Lowri Moss: As I made my way out here to the ring, you may well have noticed that I was walking with a slight limp. If any of you didn’t watch Flashpoint last weekend, the reason why I was limping is because prior to my match last Saturday, I was attacked from behind...by AMIRA.

The mention of that name causes the crowd to boo.

Lowri Moss: Everyone knows that AMIRA blames me for her losing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, calling me a thief - an assertion that someone else also continues to perpetuate.

Kris Cruise: I wonder who she could possibly be referring to.

Stephy Auger: ...

Lowri Moss: So last week, when Neal Durden and I had the opportunity to progress to the semi-finals of the Dynamic Duos Tournament, AMIRA took it upon herself to attack me before our match, targeting my knee, and severely affecting our chances of defeating the team of Shootcamp. She may refute that the reason she attacked me was to try to stop Neal and I from winning Dynamic Duos, but AMIRA knew as well as anyone that if we went on to win the tournament, we would get a shot at the FGA tag team titles, and she couldn’t possibly allow that to happen.

Lowri paces around the ring for a few seconds. She then stops, and this time when she speaks, there is a greater emphasis to her words.

Lowri Moss: It wasn’t my fault that AMIRA lost the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at All-Star Showdown! It wasn’t my fault that AMIRA lost to Sadie San Francisco three weeks later, when she had the chance to regain the title! But AMIRA holds me solely responsible for the loss of her title, and I guess she has decided that if she can’t be a champion in FGA, then neither can I.

Lowri manages a wry smile.

Lowri Moss: Following Flashpoint, AMIRA stated that she isn’t through with me yet. Well, I’m glad to hear that, because after what she did last Saturday, she isn’t the only one that wants to get retribution. I could simply have chosen to wait until next weekend, and retaliated by attacking AMIRA prior to her match against Flavia Rocha, but I don’t want to lower myself to her level - I want to do this the right way, and so I’m issuing a challenge to AMIRA, for a match at Patriot Games.

Her smile is replaced by something that more resembles a scowl.

Lowri Moss: You denied me the chance to compete in the finals of Dynamic Duos at Patriot Games, so now, AMIRA, I want a match with you.

She turns to look up the aisle, towards the stage.

Lowri Moss: I’m sure you’re back there, AMIRA, so how about it - you and me, one-on-one, in three weeks’ time, what do you say?

Lowri waits expectantly, but with several seconds having passed, and no sign of her foe, she grows restless.

Lowri Moss: Come on, AMIRA, get you arse out here! You didn’t hesitate to make your presence felt last week, so where are you now?

The familiar voice of AMIRA rings through the air, drawing Lowri’s attention, but not from the direction she was looking.

AMIRA: Up here, dumdum!

Cameras crane towards a skybox suite in Xfinity Arena where the platinum blonde former MAL Champion is standing with a microphone in hand.

AMIRA: That is the difference between you and me, Welshie--

Her face contorts in disgust.

AMIRA:-- While you keep your feet on the ground, groveling and kissing up to a bunch of malnourished pubic pheasants, I ascend to heights you could not dream of and could not survive! That is why I am up here and you are down there!

A man in a suit tries to ask AMIRA to leave, explaining that he and his family paid for this luxury suite and she can’t just barge in there, to which she snaps back that it has been commandeered for the time being.

AMIRA: Your lack of ambition, your lack of grandeur shines through even in a grandstand challenge, Welshie. I said that we are far from done and your response is to challenge me to what, to trade a few wristlocks? To settle our differences with wrestling holds? Your mind cannot even begin to comprehend --

She stops mid-thought, closing her eyes and holding a hand up before shifting gears.

AMIRA: -- nevermind. Allow me to make this simple for you, I said that suffering in my volcano would be too good a fate for you, but now I want to prove a point. About how you could not survive on AMIRA’s level without falling and perishing. That is why you are a tale of close but no ceegah. So if you want a match with me at Patriot Games, you can have one suspended high above my private volcano, so I can stand amongst the Gods as I send you tumbling down into the depths of the molten magma like the little Welsh insect that you are. Because you cannot survive at the heights where I operate.

AMIRA’s eyes narrow as she concludes her rebuttal and she twirls the microphone around in her hand as she waits for Lowri’s reaction. Lowri takes a moment to ponder what AMIRA has just said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it.

Lowri Moss: I should’ve guessed that a basic singles match wouldn’t be sufficient for you, and that's fine. However, if you seriously think that I would agree to participate in a volcano match, then you might be even more unhinged than I realised. Still though, while I'm not willing to take part in a match that could end with me being thrown into a volcano, I'm sure that we can come to some sort of a compromise.

That suggestion draws a sneer from AMIRA, but Lowri continues.

Lowri Moss: What kind of match would be a suitable compromise though?

Lowri taps her chin, as she contemplates her question. She then has a spark of inspiration.

Lowri Moss: I've got it! If you really want to fight on a platform suspended high up in the air, we can have a type of match that would be a first for FGA - we can have...a scaffold match.

A pause hangs in the air, before AMIRA responds.

AMIRA: You have your wish, but do not view this as a compromise, Welshie, you dirty thief! Instead, see it as my opportunity to dance in victory over your broken body. Because the fall we took together through that table at All-Star Showdown? Will be notheeeeng compared to when you get sent crashing down to Earth for being foolish enough to believe yourself worthy to exist on the same level as…AMIRA.

There is a shake of the head from Lowri.

Lowri Moss: AMIRA, I have no desire whatsoever to be on your level. You believe me to be a weak woman, but at Patriot Games, you’ll see how strong I really am, when I’m the one that is left standing victorious, atop the scaffold.

AMIRA decides against saying anything else in response, and instead hastily exits the luxury suite, disappearing from sight; Lowri turns her attention back to the crowd, and shrugs. "Whirring" by The Joy Formidable then begins to play again, as she goes to hand back her microphone.

Kris Cruise: So in three weeks’ time, at Patriot Games, it’s going to be AMIRA versus Lowri Moss in...a scaffold match? Is this actually going to happen?

Stephy Auger: Finally, that Welsh thief is going to get what she deserves!

Lowri steps through the ropes, and as she heads backstage, she slaps hands with some more of the fans.

[FGA Office]

We fade into a smiling Spencer Burke, mic in hand. Behind him is a poster for FGA’s upcoming pay per view, Trouble in Paradise.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, please wel-

Elon Elysian: It’s us. Spoiler alert.

The camera pans to the Elysian Empire. Effie has her hand on her head as Emery shakes his head. Elon steps up to Spencer which causes the often mistreated interviewer to tense up. Elon stops when he notices this and gives Spencer a curious look.

Elon Elysian: Seriously? I’m an @$$hole, Spence, but I’m not that kind of @$$hole. Chill out, bro.

Elon gently pats Spencer reassuredly on the back which does indeed relax him a bit.

Elon Elysian: Sorry to interrupt your introduction like that, but we still need to warm up for our match against Heroes Never Die tonight.

Spencer Burke: I understand. I’ll make this swift.

Spencer opens his mouth to ask Elon a question, but he hesitates to get the words out, almost as if he’s reconsidering a question. Burke then looks to Effie as if pleading her to do the interview instead. Elon rolls his eyes.

Elon Elysian: I said I’m not going to do anything to you, so spit it out, Spence. We don’t have all day.

Spencer Burke: Elon, you guys have been on a bit of a losing streak since losing the titles at All-Star Showdown. Granted, those loses have been against top talent, but I know that you and Emery were hoping for better outcomes in the Dynamic Duos Tournament and on the last Flashpoint.

Elon scratches his ear, an obvious attempt to temper himself. Effie and Emery are in the wings ready to pounce in case he says something too outlandish. The young Elysian lets out a sigh.

Elon Elysian: Ya’ know what, Spence? To anyone else, those losses would probably be justified. We’ve be competing against current and former champions in PLAS, Heather Lasiewicz, and Savannah Taylor. And, to give credit where it’s due I guess, up and coming guys like Bristow and Barnes. There are people on this roster that would probably just be happy to get in the ring with the likes of those people. People like, Em, for instance just love to fight against the best. He’s all about having the best match possible.

The camera pans to Emery who nods to the camera. Pan back to Elon.

Elon Elysian: I’m not one of those people, Spencer. I’m here for championships and glory. There’s no way for me to sugarcoat that. So to lose three times in a row in high profile matches, that kind of puts a dent in my ambitions, don’t you think? Hurts even more knowing that all three times I either played a big role in losing those matches, or I lost us the match outright.

Effie begins to move in, but Emery stops her. Elon’s eyes meet the floor.

Elon Elysian: I want to get back to the top, but I’m starting to realize we lost those belts for a reason, and I might be a huge part of that. These losses, although they pull us further and further from the top, are starting to teach me a lesson. I need to tighten things up. I’m still getting distracted too often, it’s a weakness of mine and I know it. It’s been our downfall ten times over.

Elon’s eyes return to level. He looks at the Trouble In Paradise poster that has Izzy Anders and Savannah Taylor, two of his opponents tonight, on it.

Elon Elysian: I can’t afford to get distracted tonight. Once again the stakes are high. It’s the main event, and all four of our opponents have held, or are currently holding gold. Our teammates, Chandler Scott and Noelle Smith, have both held gold. The caliber of the participants in this match is probably the highest in any match I’ve ever competed in. This is a dream match for Emery, but for me it’s chance to show everyone that I won’t always f*** things up. It’s a chance to give Heather and Savannah some payback for what happened at the DDT. It’s chance for the Elysian Empire to get back to what they do best-

Voice: And what would that be?

Into the picture step Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes, much to the chagrin of the members of Elysian Empire.

Tully Barnes: Losing, obviously.

The duo burst into exaggerated laughter, apparently entertained by their own joke.

Nate Bristow: Elon, Elon, Elon….why so glum? Is it really that surprising to discover YOU are the weak link? I mean honestly, look back at the tape. Emery could be a superstar without you, but, for whatever reason, he’s adamant about carrying dead weight around with him.

Tully Barnes: I guess Effie got all the brains in the family, huh?

Again, they chuckle, putting their arms around one another and mockingly slapping their legs in hysterics.

Nate Bristow: I’d be cautious to give her that much credit. No offense, sweetheart…

He says with a wink in Effie’s direction.

Nate Bristow: Sometimes the truth hurts, and maybe now--more than ever--is a good time to call it quits and let a real team like Tully here and myself run roughshod through the FGA tag division like we will inevitably do. You guys had a nice run...what was it...15 minutes? Plenty to be proud of, I’m sure!

Spencer begins to cower out of frame as a livid Elon starts to move in Bristow and Barnes’ direction. Emery looks to Effie with the intention of her helping to intervene, but Effie stomps towards the lunkheaded duo. Emery sighs.

Emery Elysian: Grab a bit of shorts and you guys think you run the place already, huh?

Elon and Effie stop and turn to Emery, surprised looks on their face from Emery actually talking smack. Emery makes his way over to Bristow and Barnes, hands on his hips, obviously fed up with the constant heckling from Bristow and Barnes.

Emery Elysian: You should know, Elon’s not the weak link, and Effie’s not the brains. We lose as a team. We make decisions as a team. We handle consequences as a team. We handle ourselves like the real team you two claim to be. Yeah, we had a nice little run and now we’re on a little skid, but there’s a reason we’re in the main event tonight and you’re nowhere to be found on the card, just at like Dynamic Duos. Win or lose we bring it each and every match. Can’t same the same for you two.

Elon and Effie flank Emery, both of them daring Bristow and Barnes to make a move. Now it’s Bristow and Barnes perturbed by Emery’s words. Barnes is ready to go full tilt, but Bristow clutches his arm and squeezes it tightly.

Nate Bristow: Cute. You think you’re going to unravel us by taking little shots at us for not participating in Dynamic Duos, something you lost, or being on the card tonight, something you’re also going to blow later on? You three definitely lose as a team, but we are everything you wish you could be. Be honest: it killed you that we pinned you in the middle of that ring last week. You two had something to prove and we cut you down and did exactly what we said we were going to do. You wish you could do that. You wish you could go out to that ring and do whatever it takes to win.

Tully Barnes: But you two don’t have the balls. You stand here like a bunch of frauds and you go out to that ring and compete with what you perceive as honor, and what does that get you?

A devilish smirk stretches across Barnes’ face.

Tully Barnes: A big fat L. Just like in Dynamic Duos. Just like when you dropped those tag straps to PLAS in the first place. And what’s your excuse?

Barnes mockingly rolls his eyes and wipes tears from his cheeks.

Tully Barnes: Oh, you had my tights! Oh, you guys didn’t play fair! Newsflash, fellas! All’s fair in love and war, it’s only cheating if you get caught, etc. etc. etc. The fact of the matter is Bristow & Barnes are here with triumph in mind, and that will come by any means necessary. You two goons found that out the hard way. There is NOTHING that will keep those FGA World Tag Team Championships from our grips for much longer and there’s not a damn thing the three of you can do about it!

Bristow steps up, moving his tag partner to the side and grinning as he stands nose to nose with the fired up trio in front of them. Emery has his hands on both Elon and Effie’s chest to restrain them.

Nate Bristow: But I can tell by the look on our faces that you’re not buying our schtick. You think mighty high of yourselves, don’t you?

Bristow snickers.

Nate Bristow: How about we prove to you just how serious we are? Honolulu, September 9th…

He points to the Trouble in Paradise poster hanging on the wall behind Elysian Empire.

Nate Bristow: Trouble in Paradise...the FORMER FGA World Tag Team Champions, Elysian Empire versus the hottest tag team in professional wrestling today, Bristow & Barnes!

He looks over at Barnes and the duo extend their hands out for a shake.

Nate Bristow: Whaddaya say?

Six pairs of scathing eyes lock onto the outstretched hands of Bristow and Barnes. There’s no hesitation, no looking at one another for reassurance. They each already know the answer of the other two. Emery nods slightly.

Emery Elysian: Done.

The siblings glare at Bristow and Barnes’ smug faces, their hands still offered up. Elon and Effie fall back, Emery slowly following behind them. Bristow and Barnes snicker to one another as we fade out.

[FGA Office]

Luke Jackson vs. Harper Hill

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

Stephy Auger: Harper Hill is coming off the biggest win of her career when she defeated Jimmy Page in the middle of the ring!

Kris Cruise: That’s not telling the whole story.

Stephy Auger: What do you mean?

Kris Cruise: Page was distracted by Dom Harter!

Stephy Auger: How is that her fault?

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 As' cap on. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Oakland, California! Weighing in at 195 pounds! He is “The Kid” LUUUUUKE JAAAAACKSOOOONNNN!!!

Kris Cruise: Luke Jackson, who teamed up with Susan Kent last week, was on the losing end of a tag match between NEON and AMIRA. We’ll see if he can do what Susan Kent did here in the opener and bounce back with a W.

The bell sounds as Jackson and Hill look to start things off before Hill takes a step back and offer Jackson a handshake. The crowd immediately boos Hill for her display of sportsmanship. Jackson turns and looks at the crowd. When he turns back to Hill, she places one hand behind her back while she continues to keep the other hand out for the handshake. Jackson takes a step back, clearly unsure if he should trust Hill or not.

Jackson turns to gauge the crowd.

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

When he turns back to Hill, the Gilmore Girl assures him that he can trust her. Going against his better judgement, Jackson slowly inches his hand forward and shakes Hill’s hand. The two continue to shake hands until Hill tries to cheapshot him with a punch. But Jackson kept his guard up, blocking the punch before knocking her down with a punch of his own. The cheers continue as Jackson knocks Hill down with two more punches before sending her into the ropes. When Hill returns, Jackson throws her down with a scoop slam. He makes the cover.

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Hill kicks out.

After being brought back to her feet, Hill is moved into the corner before being given a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Jackson then takes Hill and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Hill staggers from out of the corner, Jackson runs over and knocks her down with a clothesline. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Hill kicks out.

Jackson picks up Hill and shoots her into the ropes. When Hill returns, Jackson goes for a back body drop. But Hill slips down from behind and quickly brings him down with the Poppy Plunge (ripcord jumping neckbreaker). The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Hill picks up Jackson, moves him into the ropes and delivers a series of chops of her own before going for an irish whip. But Jackson reverses, sending Hill into the far ropes. When Hill returns, Jackson sets up for a back body drop. But Hill counters with a knee lift, followed by a dropkick that knocks him down. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Jackson kicks out.

Hill sits up Jackson before running into the ropes. When she returns, she throws out a Penalty Kick. But Jackson catches her leg. The cheers continue when Jackson gets back to his feet while keeping a hold of Hill’s leg. Hill tries to counter with an enzuigiri. But Jackson swats the leg away from him. He then reaches down, hooks Hill’s other leg and leans back, catapulting her into the corner. While Hill stumbles back, Jackson comes up from behind and brings her down with a reverse DDT. He makes the cover.

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Jackson picks up Hill, lifts her up and brings her down with a belly to back suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Jackson picks up Hill and lifts her in the air before falling back for a vertical suplex. He turns over and hooks the far leg for the cover.

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Jackson picks up Hill and whips her into the ropes. When Hill returns, she slides through Jackson’s legs. When Jackson turns around, Hill knocks him down to one knee after a dropkick to the leg. She then gets to her feet before running back into the ropes. When Hill returns, the crowd boos when she spikes Jackson with a low angle headscissors driver. She then brings Jackson back to his feet, places him in a front facelock, heads over towards the ropes and plants him with a corner springboard tornado DDT. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Hill picks up Jackson and hits him with three punches to the face before running towards the ropes. Hill goes for the Bang to Rights (springboard stunner). But Jackson counters with a superkick to the back of the head, knocking her down. After dragging Hill into position, Jackson steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Just as Hill gets back to her feet, Jackson leaps off and drives her down with a diving bulldog. While Hill struggles to get up onto a knee, Jackson turns and heads into the ropes. When Jackson comes back, he knocks Hill down with a Drive-By Kick. The cheers continue as he slowly brings Hill back to her feet before connecting with Bo To The Face (spinning back elbow), sending The Gilmore Girl crumbling to the mat. He drops down and makes the cover.

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J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, LUKE JACKSON!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The scene opens backstage, where The Tenacious Little Bastard is standing by with Fenrys by his side. Both men are wearing their New Murder bandanas, even the masked man! As well as their matching leather jackets. There’s no Spencer Burke or Jessie Pederson this time; instead it’s just the two of them as Dom pulls down his bandana to start speaking...

Dom Harter: Aquí tengo a Mi compadre Fenrys … durante todo la semana, él solamente hablaba de una cosa, de una persona. Y esa persona eres tú, El Stravito.

Fenrys nods vehemently as he lifts his clenched fists up into a fighting pose.

Dom Harter: El Príncipe Azul. Ése Príncipe quién se la lleva de héroe. Él hombre, uh, quien salvó a la descontada Lowri Moss en destruyendo su carrera antes que podría empezar. Y con mi amigo lobo, el no es así.

Fenrys shakes his head this time as Dom looks over at him.

Dom Harter: Y peor que eso, intentaste –damn, what’s the word?

Fenrys waves Dom over, before whispering something into Dom’s ear. He nods his head again as The Tenacious Little Bastard shoots him a thumbs up gesture, before continuing in Spanish once more.

Dom Harter: Trataste de quitarle del centro de atención. No se equivocan, El Stravito, uh, tú y los de mas en FGA van aprender que mi compadre Fenrys es uno de, uh, los mejores voladores que este compañía tiene. Y el no aprecia que tratas de quitarle de su lugar. Yo no apreció eso! Yo no apreció eso!

Harter chuckles as he strokes his stubbled jaw.

Dom Harter: ¿Pero esta noche? No tienen que preocuparse de él…bueno, pues tal vez después de la pelea?

Fenrys shrugs his shoulders, drawing another chuckle from Dom.

Dom Harter: Yeah ... No te estoy quitando tú mérito y lugar, Fenrys. Uh, porqué lo que voy hacer es llevarte a ése tapetito, y darte duro hasta que reconozca la verdad. Así para que sepas que estas equivocado. Mientras que estás salvando mujeres de Galés, mientras estas contra el New Murder, mientras estas enfrentando lo inevitable, deje que ahora sea una lección. Uh, porque nadie saldrá de Vertigo sin ser afectado, ni sí quiera tú. Nada más esperé para ver...

Harter pulls the bandana back up to cover his mouth as he and Fenrys throw their arms out to the side. The masked man howls as the scene cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

[ PREVIOUSLY RECORDED ]

The camera fades in and we see Julian Tijerina sitting down in a cozy den, a burning fireplace keeping him warm while he reads Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. He is wearing a suit in a shade of pink that is aptly known as strawberry breeze. We hear classical music playing in the background, a violinist, and it takes a few more seconds before Julian notices the camera. 

Julian Tijerina: Oh, hello!

Julian smirks and put his book down. He leans back on his chair and steeples his fingers.

Julian Tijerina: My name is Julian Tijerina. You might know me as El Guapo, The Spanish Sweetheart, The Venomous Virtuoso, The Shooting Star Supreme... I am all that and more. More importantly, I am still a world champion.

Julian snaps his fingers and a pretty blonde girl dressed like a French maid enters the room, pushing an elegant tray cart with a white cloth over it. He acknowledges the girl with a nod and a smile. She giggles and walks away. Julian turns his attention back to the camera. He takes the white cloth off the cart as he speaks.

Julian Tijerina: You see this? This is the AXN World Heavyweight Championship. A few months ago, I regained it from an old rival. I've had it ever since. AXN might be dead right now, but I'm still here, and this championship is still here, which makes me not only the last AXN World Heavyweight Champion but also STILL THE AXN World Heavyweight Champion. This? I keep this in my bedroom, hanging over my bed. It's mostly a decoration now, but that does not make it any less of a world championship. 

Julian snaps his fingers again and the same blonde girl enters the room to retrieve the cart and the title. Julian stares at the girl's rear end and raising an eyebrow, smirking, admiring the beauty before him. As she leaves, he follows her with his eyes, before returning back to us.

Julian Tijerina: What does all that have anything to do with FGA? Next to nothing. I don't care about FGA. I don't care about the people in the locker room. I especially don't care about the likes of Brian Stryker. I care about me, Julian Tijerina, and I am a world champion in every sense of the word. That said, tonight, FGA finally, finally, understands the importance of my name, of my breeding, of my caliber. Tonight, I move past the circus that was Brian Stryker and I move forward to my future as the greatest 15 Champion FGA will ever come to know. No one will ever remember who Terrence Tillman is, no one will ever remember Brian Stryker. All of you will only remember the great, the magnificent, the awes-mazing, Julian Tijerina!!!

Julian gets up from his chair and the camera zooms out to give him space. He extends his arms to either side and a gaggle of beautiful, attractive women enter the room and take their place beside him, one of which was the French maid who begins to take off her clothes until only her underwear remain. Julian laughs, basking in the sea of his alluring company.

Julian Tijerina: Because this? This is the new and improved version of Julian Tijerina! What I did to Brian Stryker? It was phase one of my metamorphosis, my evolution, my return to greatness. For far too long, I've been blinded in FGA by the fans, these unworthy, boring, glasses of water that have accomplished nothing with their sad, pathetic lives. Instead of achieving greatness, like yours truly, these stupid, inferior, insects leech off better people, prettier people, people like me. So I'm done with them. I'm done with Brian Stryker. From here on in, it's just going to be Julian...

Julian stops when he notices one of the girls wearing a mask and covered from head to toe. He raises an eyebrow at her.

Julian Tijerina: What the hell? Trixie? Is that you? I told you to wear something nice. Why are you even wearing a mask? You're not a (censored) luchador! Come here, you stupid little b---

Julian grabs the mysterious woman's mask. She tries to hold on to it but Julian won't let on. He aggressively tries to take it off, even tear it off if he has to. The woman finally relents and lets him take it off, only to reveal that he's not even a woman. Julian stares at the mask in disgust before his eyes widen at the sight of the mysterious woman's identity: Brian Stryker.

Brian Stryker: That’s not the way to talk to a lady, Julian.

Stryker grabs Julian by the back of the head and starts laying rights to the man who attacked him at the last Vertigo. All the girls start running away in fear. Julian tries to fight back but Brian overpowers the man with a hard knee to the stomach. He tosses Julian into his chair as it topples over, sending the man to the floor, knocking the table over.

Brian Stryker: Not fun on the other side of an ass kicking, is it, Jules?

Brian bends down and picks up the copy of Alice in Wonderland and thumbs through it.

Brian Stryker: I prefer the movie.

He tosses it over his shoulder as he grabs Julian by the hair and drags him back to his feet.

Brian Stryker: Hey, how about the sequel? Through the Looking Glass!

Brian takes a running start with Julian. Grabbing the front of his shirt, Brian lifts Julian into the air and throws him right through the ground floor window! Julian lands in a bush as he is turned end over end, glass and branches everywhere.

Brian Stryker: Don’t think we’re done here, Julian. Way I see it, we got a lot of time to have this sort of fun.

Brian climbs out the window and looks down at Julian.

Brian Stryker: See you again, Julian.

He smirks as he walks off as the camera stays focused on Julian who's groaning in pain and holding his stomach.

[FGA Office]

The camera cuts to the back to find Spencer Burke with Yun Goeun outside the Heroes Never Die locker room.

Spencer Burke: I'm here with Yun Goeun, who in a bit of a twist, actually called for this interview. So Yun, what is on your mind?

Yun Goeun: Spence, can I call you Spence?

Spencer Burke: I would...

Yun Goeun: Good, Spence, the fact of the mater is I just needed the microphone, you just came with it so I don't know. You can ask me questions if you NEED to but, I wrote you a list so if you would please read from the script?

Yun hands him a piece of paper, which Spencer looks at curiously, raising an eyebrow as he does.

Spencer Burke: You can't be serious?

Yun Goeun: Do I look like I am kidding? So do you want to interview me or just hand me the microphone so I can do this myself?

Spencer Burke sighs.

Spencer Burke: Yun at Flashpoint you...

Yun Goeun: Read it word for word!

Spencer Burke: ... Your majesty Yun Goeun first of her name, Queen of... Ya know what, just have the microphone...

Spencer Burke hands her the mic and walks off.

Yun Goeun: YOU WERE JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART! Okay, so he is gone. So, I have you all to myself eh? Where should I start? Oh, I know. Johnny. Karma. So, if you are listening somewhere in the back, Johnny, could I have your attention?

...

..... Do I have it yet?

... Okay good. I am sure you have seen the Flashpoint card by now? You see earlier in the week I went to the dudes in the back who book those shows and asked them if I could have a match with you. Ya see, I am pretty petty at heart and like 3 years ago you beat me by beating me back into the ring by less than HALF a second and taking a count out victory. Okay, ya know, I get it ya have to win by any nature and Good Girl Yun didn't give two flying sh*ts. She lost, she went to the back screamed hwaiting at herself in the mirror and ya know the song and dance. See, this Yun though... that kinda bugs me.

And I know, I know, I sit here and claim to not care if I win or lose, but didn't I just say I was petty? It isn't about the loss, hell I got paid pretty well for that. It is how you had to resort to beating me and frankly I think that is a bit of a bitch move.

...or hey maybe I really don't care and I just want to wrestle you and I needed a valid excuse other than I don't like him. Fact of the matter is I asked for it, and it was given to me. I know, to you I am small fry, so to speak, so I don't need my ego fluffed by having it at a super card, I just want a chance to get my hands on you, Johnny. So, I figured before Izzy ends your career at Trouble In Paradise, I better act fast.

Now I know you are sitting there thinking, why don't I like you? We never had a history outside that one match, and come on, we both know that count out story is a crock, so really? Why does Yun Goeun want to kick Johnny Karma's teeth down his throat? Fact of the mater is, I have no idea, there is just something about you that rubs me wrong and I would like to find out by punching you in the face. I mean, isn't that how this whole sport works? Violence with petty reasons?

So, Johnny? I'll see you later.

Hey, for old time sakes...

HWAITING.

...Hey Spence, where did you go? You need your microphone back! And probably your camera man too!

Yun Goeun goes walking off after Spencer Burke, as the scene cuts back to the ringside area.

[FGA Office]

Daniel Widdel vs. Mercy Williams

The electronic ethnic beats echo through the speakers kicking into the chorus of "Mercy" by Badshah. Mercy Williams struts on to the stage with a sly smirk upon her face soaking in the reaction from the audience. Mercy walks down the walkway emphasizing hips to the movements of beat of the music .

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, representing The New Murder! From Sydney, Australia! She is “The Emerald Jewel” MERCYYYYY WIIIILLIIIIAAAAAAMSSS!!!

Mercy climbs up to the apron and spins around on her right knee down and her left leg bent and and gets her feet blowing a kiss to the fans. Mercy ducks under the top rope to climb into the ring and poses with her arms spread with swagger.

Kris Cruise: The Emerald Jewel has been turning heads since her arrival here in FGA, and not just because of her looks.

Stephy Auger: Her role in The New Murder has allowed her to shine brighter than ever before, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, but it’s also put her in the crosshairs of the likes of Jimmy Page and Fujiko Mine!

Stephy Auger: Meh, who cares about them, anyway?

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel’s issues with Stunray have continued after their clash at All-Star Showdown Six! I’ve just been given word that these two will meet one-on-one, one more time, at Trouble in Paradise!

Stephy Auger: I can’t wait for Stunray to finish this once and for all. Daniel Widdel and his floozy wife have done nothing but take from poor Stunray. At Trouble in Paradise, he takes from them!

Kris Cruise: There’s a lot of words I’d use to describe Stunray. “Poor” would never be one of them.

The bell sounds as Widdel and Williams start things off with a lock up. Williams wins the collar-and-elbow after transitioning into a side headlock. But she’s quickly shoved off Widdel and sent into the ropes. When Williams comes back, Widdel throws her down to the canvas with a hip toss. Williams returns to her feet, only to get sent back down to the canvas with an arm drag. Another arm drag brings Williams right back down before Widdel transitions into an armbar. Williams can be seen complaining to the ref after Widdel got the better of her. The ref asks if she wants to give up. But Mercy refuses.

Mercy slowly brings herself back to her feet, reaches over and uses her free hand to move Widdel into the ropes. While Widdel is pressed against the ropes, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

As soon as Widdel lets go, the crowd boos when Mercy sucker punches him. She then takes Widdel, places him in a side headlock and rakes his face along the top rope. She then turns Widdel around and gives him three chops before going for an irish whip. But Widdel reverses, sending Mercy hard into the turnbuckles. As she staggers away from the corner, Widdel leans forward and throws her down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers as they see Mercy arching her back and howling in pain. After The Emerald Jewel gets back to her feet, Widdel takes control of her wrist before shooting her into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Mercy hangs onto the ropes. The crowd boos as she drops to her back and rolls to the outside.

Kris Cruise: Where is she running off to? To find her New Murder friends for backup?

Stephy Auger: Or maybe she just wants to slow the pace down, did you ever think of that one, smart guy?

While Mercy takes a breather, Widdel heads over towards the ropes to go after her. It’s then that Mercy quickly turns her attention back to Widdel and yanks him down to the canvas. She then drags Widdel to the outside before doubling him over with a knee to the midsection. She then takes Widdel by the wrist and whips him into the guardrail before whipping him into the side of the ring. The boos continue as Mercy pushes Widdel back inside before sliding back in and making the cover.

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Widdel kicks out.

Mercy picks up Widdel, moves him into the corner and delivers several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She follows up with a European Uppercut that rocks the veteran. After bringing Widdel from out of the corner, Williams sends him into the far ropes. When Widdel returns, Mercy knocks him down with a running back elbow to the face. She then follows up with a running knee drop to the face before making the cover.

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Widdel kicks out.

Mercy sits up Widdel and gives him hard kick to the back before running into the ropes. When Mercy returns, she flattens Widdel on the canvas with a dropkick to the face. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Widdel gets his shoulder up.

Mercy picks up Widdel and doubles him over with a punch to the midsection before wrapping her arms around his waist. Mercy goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Widdel blocks it. So Mercy tightens her grip and goes for another gutwrench suplex. But again, it gets blocked. So she lets go, turns Widdel away from her and brings him down with a sitout rear mat slam. Mercy reaches out and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Widdel kicks out.

Mercy picks up Widdel and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, Mercy throws out another running back elbow. But Widdel ducks and makes his way into the far ropes. When Widdel returns, he knocks Mercy down with a running clothesline. Mercy returns to her feet, then gets returned to the mat with another running clothesline. As Mercy gets back up, Widdel goes for a third running clothesline. This time, Mercy ducks. Mercy then quickly reaches back, hooks Widdel from behind and brings him down with an inverted headlock back.

Stephy Auger: Widdel went to the well one too many times and paid for it!

Mercy returns to her feet, heads into the ropes, comes back and delivers Mercy On me (split-legged leg drop). The boos continues as she reaches over and hooks the near leg.

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Widdel gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: He might have paid for it, Stephy, but he’s still not out of it!

Mercy walks across the ring and waves up Widdel. As Widdel begins to pick himself up off the mat, Mercy runs over and connects with a bicycle kick, knocking him partially through the ropes. While Widdel hangs across the middle rope, Mercy rolls to the outside, grabs Widdel and pulls him down so that his head is resting on the apron. She then takes several steps back before running forward and catching Widdel in the side of the head with the Drive By, sending him crumbling to the floor. The boos continue as Mercy rolls him back inside, slides herself back in and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

The crowd cheers when Widdel gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: How was that not three?

Kris Cruise: Because he got his foot on the rope.

Stephy Auger: ...

Mercy picks up Widdel and dazes him with another European Uppercut before turning and running into the ropes. When she returns, she throws Widdel down with an STO. The Emerald Jewel then drags him into position before stepping out onto the apron. Mercy scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and goes for the Mercy In Motion (somersault leg drop). But Widdel rolls out of the way. The crowd explodes with cheers when Mercy crashes onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Nobody was home! Mercy missed!

Stephy Auger: Gah!

As Williams tries to pick herself back up, Widdel runs up from behind and throws her down with an inverted powerslam. The cheers continue as he pulls her over and makes the lateral press.

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Williams gets her shoulder up.

Widdel picks up Mercy and goes for an irish whip. But Mercy reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Widdel returns, he throws Mercy down with an STO of his own. He makes the cover.

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Mercy gets her shoulder up.

Widdel picks up Mercy and sets her up for an implant DDT. But Mercy is able to roll out of the front facelock and tries to throw out a short-arm clothesline. But Widdel counters with an elbow to the face. He then doubles Mercy over with a boot to the midsection before dropping her down with an implant DDT. He rolls over and makes the cover.

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Mercy gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Widdel dropped her right on her head! But it only gets two!

Stephy Auger: C’mon Mercy, you’re still in this.

Widdel pulls Mercy up slowly off the mat until she swats his hands from off of her and rakes him across the eyes. The boos continue as she turns and runs back into the ropes. When Mercy returns, she goes for a wheelbarrow stunner. But on the way down, Widdel blocks the move, lifts Mercy back up and counters with a release German Suplex in one smooth motion. As Mercy turns over and picks herself back up, Widdel runs over, leaps up and socks her with the Hitman (superman punch), knocking her down to one knee. Widdel reaches down, brings Mercy back to her feet and plants her with a spike DDT. The cheers continue as he brings Mercy off the mat, only to bring her back to the canvas with the Emulsion Down (inverted overdrive). He makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: Widdel picks up the win over Mercy here tonight in Everett!

Stephy Auger: I hope he enjoys this win here tonight because he certainly won’t be getting one at Trouble in Paradise!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon blares through the arenas as the fans cheer. Jimmy Page steps out from the back, a microphone in his back pocket...and a steel chair in his right hand. However, he isn’t alone in his march towards the ring. Chris Bond comes out to a satisfying cheer as he holds up a chair and lets out a shout to the fans. Page looks into the camera, then looks out into the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Look who showed up tonight! Chris Bond and Jimmy Page made it known last Flashpoint that they would join forces to battle Dom Harter and his new cohorts.

Stephy Auger: Ah, ah, ah, not “cohorts” they’re “like minded individuals” Cruise.

Kris Cruise: They’re more than that, and then some! Dom Harter taunted, picked, and prodded Jimmy Page on Twitter asking him if he had found an army. I’d say with someone like Chris Bond on his side, Dom Harter’s going to be eating crow pretty soon!

Page slides into the ring and marches around the canvas. Bond follows, getting in and pacing back and forth as he smirks out at the crowd. Page’s music dies down slowly. The fans cheer as Page pulls the microphone from his back pocket. He placed his steel chair down having it face the entrance ramp. Bond is pacing still, slowly making his way to face the entrance as well.

Jimmy Page: So, for people who have just tuned into this fine program; And for those who are familiar with FGA as a whole. Allow me to give you a rundown of history between Dom Harter and myself as of right now. Dom Harter as many of you know, lied to a lot of people when he said he was turning over a “new leaf”. I called Dom out on his BS, because Dom Harter’s never cared about what people thought of him. Dom Harter will sink to new lows when it suits him. Dom Harter is a vulture who preys on the trust of others. And so when it finally came time for our match at All Star Showdown Six, Dom Harter proved me right.

Jimmy Page: He somehow managed to coax more bodies to fight in his stupid war. It could’ve been between me and him. Nobody else had to be involved, all I wanted was Dom Harter. Instead I got Molly Reid, Mercy Williams, and his brand new shiny toy Jaelynn Ramsey. Hey Bond…

Jimmy nods his head towards him.

Jimmy Page: I got her name right.

Bond chuckles and shakes his head as Page gets comfortable in his chair.

Jimmy Page: So, Harter decided that he’d show his true colors. He thinks he can get away with it, well, me and my new acquaintance Chris Bond…?

The crowd gives Bond a loud pop. Chris nods his head, impressed with the reaction to his name. He leans on the ropes, facing the entrance, letting the chair in his hand dangle over the top rope.

Jimmy Page: We’re here to show him that there are consequences for your actions. So, if Dom Harter and his flunkies want this fight? WE’RE WAITING…!!!

Page lowers the microphone, Bond asks for the mic and looks forward.

Chris Bond: You know, a lot of people have wondered why it is I put my neck out on the line here for Jimmy Page. This guy… he used to be one bad hombre. He’s done some real horrible stuff. But, well, people can change. I’ve seen it myself. I’ve been there and done it myself. A man can only be pushed so much before he pushes back… I know his story. I’ve lived it.

Bond shakes his head a little from side to side, and even raises a brown to Page, who slightly shrugs his shoulder in agreement.

Chris Bond: I was always raised that you can look a man in his eye and find out if he’s true, find out if he’s real, honest, too… or if he’s as crooked as a snake nailed to a cross… and Jimmy Page has changed. I don’t need to tell you all, you’ve seen it. He’s not the same long haired sociopath that hurt innocent people. No, now he’s one of the good guys--he only hurts the bad folk!

A ridiculous and cheesy smile are forced and are none-to-soon replaced by Bond’s trademark smirk.

Chris Bond: But as to why I’ve signed up to fight, to wage and win this war… well, Dom Harter brought me into this battle. When he and the rest of the flock of seagulls attacked me…

A fit of laughter erupts in a large part of the crowd, who found his dig and 80’s pop-culture reference all too amusing…

Chris Bond:...they drafted me to fight. Justice is blind, it doesn’t see a man’s past deeds. It only knows what is right, and what is wrong… and a lynching, a lynching just ain’t right...

Bond shakes his head and looks at Page only to mouth “I’m sorry, man”... however, Bond is soon interrupted by the sounds of ‘Low Self Opinion’ by the Rollins Band! The guitar intro thunders throughout the Xfinity Arena as the crowd tries to drown it out with boos and jeers - and they come close!

Stephy Auger: Looks like business is about to pick up, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter answering the challenge here?

In the ring, Page and Bond both turn their attention towards the aisleway as the lights go down. A sole spotlight shining down on the curtain as a figure steps out from behind it, their back to turned to the ring as they pose with their arms out to the side.

Kris Cruise: That’s--that’s not Dom!

The figure turns around, revealing it to be Fenrys as the lights come back up! The crowd can’t warn their favorites in time though; Dom Harter and Mercy Williams are standing in the ring behind Jimmy Page and Chris Bond respectively, and they charge. Forearm shots to the back catch them unawares as The New Murder members punch and kick their opponents down to the mat. The crowd booing loudly as they do so.

Stephy Auger: Bait and switch, Cruise! Brilliant tactics from Dom Harter here.

Kris Cruise: It’s an attack from behind! How can you be ok with this?

Mercy rocks Bond with a bicycle kick, knocking the Battle Hardened Veteran out through the middle ropes as she and Dom both focus on Jimmy. Page catches a stiff knee to the face from Dom, before Harter lifts him up in a wheelbarrow position as Mercy drives Page face first into the mat with a kneedrop facebuster! The two of them continue stomping at Page until Dom drags him back up via a handful of hair.

Kris Cruise: What is this? What disrespect!

He says as Harter holds Page’s arms, leaving him defenseless for Mercy to deliver the bitchiest of bitch slaps right across the face! Dom laughs as Page staggers away, only to get caught by an Irish whip that sends him against the ropes - but Page ducks the clothesline attempt! The crowd’s mood turns on a dime as Jimmy hits the ropes again, coming back with a double clothesline to both New Murder members!

Dom and Mercy hit the mat, getting up just in time to see Bond sliding back into the ring with a chair in hand! Page has retrieved a chair of his own, slamming it down mere inches from Dom’s skull as The Tenacious Little Bastard rolls out of the ring. Mercy escapes under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring; the pair of Bond & Page standing tall in the center of the ring with chairs in hand as The New Murder members regroup in the aisleway.

Dom Harter: This isn’t over!

He shouts, unassisted by a microphone, as the crowd continue cheering for their heroes in the ring.

Dom Harter: And you forgot Fenrys!

Both men leaning over the top rope to taunt Dom, telling him to get back in the ring. But he’s not having any of it; Harter holds Mercy back, telling her to get to the back and live to fight another day as they backpedal, never once taking their eyes off their foes in the ring.

Stephy Auger: Very wise decision there, Cruise. Since Bond and Page have resorted to having to use weapons to defend themselves, Dom knows that The New Murder are at a disadvantage--

Kris Cruise: Resorted to using weapons? Do you hear yourself, Stephy? They fended off a sneak attack, and Dom Harter didn’t come prepared for what they had to offer. And he knows it!

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon plays throughout the Xfinity Arena once again as Page and Bond watch their foes leave. The crowd still cheering and chanting their names as the show cuts elsewhere.

[FGA Office]

The scene comes to life in the backstage area. On any normal night, backstage is usually a scene of well organized chaos. Standing tall amid the chaos is ace FGA reporter Spencer Burke. Spencer stands straight and tall with his microphone in his right hand as he looks towards the door he was standing in front of. Getting a closer look at the door, the cameras see that the nameplate reads ‘Heroes Never Die.’ Spencer gulped slightly as he reaches a hand out and tentatively knocks on it. A slight commotion is heard from behind the door as it opens and out steps one of the members, reigning FGA Pride champion Savannah Taylor. She steps out into the hall and shuts the door behind her, her Pride championship belt sling over her shoulder.

Savannah Taylor: Spencer! What ever can I do for you?

The tone of her voice did absolutely nothing to mask the sarcasm that was dripping from her voice as she regarded the interviewer standing next to her.

Spencer Burke: Savannah, I was wondering if I could get a few words with you regarding the big main event match tonight.

Savannah Taylor: Go ahead. But before you do, you might count yourself lucky that you’re talking to me instead of Izzy, Yun and Heather. Just saying.

Spencer Burke: Noted. Now tonight, you and the aforementioned teammates will be taking on the foursome of The Elysian Empire, Noelle Smith and Chandler Scott. This is one heck of an all star team and it should be a unique challenge for the four of you.

Savannah has a fleeting look of annoyance on her face as she clears her throat.

Savannah Taylor: Oh without question, Spencer. I mean, The Elysian Empire are former World Tag Team champions. That fact alone is worth a little concern and trepidation. They are going into this with the focus of gaining a measure of revenge against the team that bounced them out of the Dynamic Duos tournament. An admirable quality to have. And then you have one of the scrappiest people in this entire industry in Noelle Smith. She's one of the more underrated wrestlers that I have ever seen. You've seen her war with Evan Envi. You've seen what kind of competitor she is. Izzy, Heather, Yun and myself are going to have to be on our toes tonight.

She says with all the sarcasm that she could manage, yet still keeping a slightly confident smile on her pristine face.

Savannah Taylor: Now, there is one more person that I need to discuss. One person who I've neglected to bring up in conversations and it's something that I am going to rectify right now.

Spencer Burke: You are obviously referring to Ch…

Savannah cuts him off.

Savannah Taylor: Exactly. Chris Madison. Now I admit that things have been more than a little hectic and that my attention and talents have been pulled in more than one direction. But rest assured that right at the front of my mind has been the impending title defense against Chris at Trouble In Paradise. I know what he's thinking. He's under the impression that I could care less about the match. He's thinking that because my attention had been elsewhere that I am not as focused on him or my Pride Title as I should be.

She turns her attention to the camera and any trace of humor vanished.

Savannah Taylor: Look at me, Chris. Do I look like someone who is taking something of this importance lightly at all? You're only fooling yourself by thinking that. Call my methods questionable. Call into question HOW I won. But even you can't deny the fact that this title belongs with me. I will move heaven and earth to keep this belt where it belongs, and that is with me.

She gives one last glance at the camera before turning her attention back to Spencer.

Savannah Taylor: That answer your question, Spence?

Spencer Burke: You sure you aren't forgetting anyone?

Savannah scrunches her face slightly as she shakes her head.

Savannah Taylor: Nope. I can’t say that I am.

Spencer Burke: Well….best of luck tonight.

Savannah Taylor: Luck is for those who need it.

She gives him a little wave before opening the dressing room door once more and disappears inside as the scene shifts to another part of the arena.

[FGA Office]

FGA 15 CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Terrence Tillman vs. Julian Tijerina

The lights go out. A few seconds later, a creepy female voice tells everyone "open your mind" before glass breaks and "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall with a FIFTEEN minute time limit and it is for the FGA 15 CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger! From Extremadura, Spain! Weighing in at 220 pounds… JUUUULIIIIIAAAN TIIIIJJJJJERRRRRIIIINAAA!!!

Out comes Julian Tijerina, bathed in varying shades of purple, with the hood of his sleeveless jacket drawn over his head. Julian bobs his head to his theme music as he takes to the middle of the stage. He feigns going down on one knee before immediately popping his head out of his hood, the lights coming back on as he does so, swallowing the purple spotlights out of sight. Grinning, Julian stretches both arms to either side of his body before firing a finger gun aimed at the ring. He then makes his way to the ring, keeping his eyes on the squared circle while occasionally high-fiving fans, without even looking them in the eye, along the way.

Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina challenges Terrence Tillman here tonight. But at Trouble in Paradise, he’s got a whole nother challenge coming his way in Brian Stryker!

Stephy Auger: Brian Stryker should be in jail right now! Did you see that video from earlier? He broke into Tijerina’s humble abode and assaulted him! That man should be being bars right now! That man is actually someone's Father? I pray for that child.

Julian stops right outside the ring, breathes deeply while shaking his hands on his sides, and then without warning jumps up on the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stretches both his arms to either side once more. Afterwards, he leaps forward into the ring and rolls through, taking a seat on the balls of his feet against the opposite corner.

Julian stays seated against the corner for a few seconds more before popping back to his feet. He stretches with the nearest ropes' help and waits for the match to officially begin.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is the reigning… defending…. FGA 15 Champion… “Terrific” TERREEEEEENCE TILLLLLMAAAANNN!!!

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

Kris Cruise: Terrence Tillman is looking for this third defense here tonight as he defends against Tijerina. This is without a doubt his toughest challenge to date. But I think that Triple T can pull this off. As I stated earlier, if he makes it to four successful defenses as 15 Champion, he will cash in that championship for a guaranteed shot at the FGA Pride Champion!

Stephy Auger: Yet nowhere did I hear the words “Macy Dover.” The Leader of the DUCK SQUAD continues to avoid The Bulldozer at every turn. Sad!

The bell sounds as Tillman and Tijerina start things off with a lockup. After jockeying for position, Tillman places Tijerina in a side headlock. After a bit of maneuvering, Tijerina is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. He then quickly spins Tillman around towards him and catches him in a side headlock. Tillman groans as Tijerina cinches in the hold. The ref goes over and asks Tillman if he wants to give up. But the 15 Champion refuses. He then latches onto Tijerina’s arm before slowly slipping out and reversing into a wrist lock. Tijerina grimaces in discomfort when Tillman gives him an arm wrench. The Shooting Star Supreme is quick to reach over and reverse into an arm wrench of his own. Triple T responds by rolling forward, leaning back, returning to his feet with a kip up and taking back control of the match with another arm wrench. Tijerina slowly reaches over to try and reverse. But he’s stopped when Tillman applies pressure to his wrist. After grimacing from the pain, Tijerina slowly reaches back over to try a reversal. But again, he’s stopped when Tillman applies pressure to the wrist. Realizing that that aren’t going his way, Tijerina moves over, reaches out with his free arm and hooks it around the top rope, initiating a rope break.

Ref: ONE… TWO…

Tillman releases the hold. Once Triple T is a good distance from him, Tijerina shakes his arm before circling the ring. The two grapplers then size each other up before motioning for another lock up. But Tijerina opts out for a boot to the midsection, which elicits boos from the crowd. The boos continue as Tijerina alternates between kicks to the midsection and punches to the face. The last punch sends Tillman into the ropes. Tijerina then goes over, takes the champion and whips him into the far ropes. When Tillman comes back, Tijerina throws out a clothesline. But Tillman ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tillman comes back, Tijerina goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Tillman ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tillman returns, he knocks Tijerina down with a crossbody.

ONE!
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Tijerina kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Tillman with a nearfall!

Tillman picks up Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Tillman goes for a hip toss. But Tijerina blocks it. So Triple T tries to muscle him up for another hip toss. But again, Tijerina blocks it. So Tillman doubles him over with a punch to the midsection, drapes his leg across the back of the neck and performs a backflip. When Tillman lands on his feet, Tijerina doubles him over with a boot to the midsection, delivers a double underhook suplex and floats over into a butterfly lock.

Kris Cruise: Smooth transition there from Tijerina!

Stephy Auger: Isn’t he great!?

The crowd boos as Tijerina pulls back and applies pressure to Tillman. The ref asks the champ if he wants to give up. But Tillman refuses. Triple T then does his best to scoot himself over towards the side of the ring and places his leg underneath the bottom rope, initiating a rope break.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tijerina reluctantly lets go. He then brings Tillman back to his feet, leans him against the ropes and gives him a series of knife edge chops before whipping him into the far ropes. When Tillman returns, Tijerina grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him through the ropes. Tijerina turns and raises his arms, thinking that he’s sent Tillman crashing to the floor. But instead, Tillman held onto the ropes and is on the apron. When Tijerina turns around, his eyes widen as Tillman leaps across the ring and knocks him down with a springboard clothesline. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tijerina kicks out.

Tillman picks up Tijerina, moves him into the corner and nails him with a series of right hands to the face. He then takes Tijerina and whips him across the ring before running into the opposite corner to attack. But Tillman gets knocked back by a back elbow from Tijerina. The Shooting Star Supreme then heads out of the corner to attack. But he gets quickly thrown down by Tillman with a back body drop. Tijerina returns to his feet, only to get returned to the mat with a running clothesline. Triple T then runs back over and knocks Tijerina back down with another clothesline. He then takes Tijerina and shoots him off into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Tillman knocks him down with a dropsault. He then motions for a Shining Wizard, but Tijerina quickly rolls to the outside. The crowd boos after Tijerina takes a powder to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Look at that! Tijerina’s retreating to the outside!

Stephy Auger: What do you want him to do? Stand there and get kneed in the face!?

While Tijerina slowly walks around ringside with his hands on his hips, Tillman walks over towards the ropes and pointing at his wrist, signaling to Tijerina that time is ticking.

Kris Cruise: This 15 Championship matches only have a 15 minute time limit. Tillman isn’t the type to retain his title by using the clock. But time isn’t on the challenger’s side right now!

Tijerina continues to circle the ring before climbing up onto the apron. After wiping his feet off on the apron, he steps back in through the ropes. He and Tillman begin to inch their way over towards each other and lock up. After jockeying for position, Tijerina begins to move Tillman across the ring. Then, Tillman puts on the brakes and moves Tijerina back in the opposite direction. The cheers continue as Tillman moves Tijerina across the ring and over towards the corner. At the last second, Tijerina pivots and presses Tillman against the ropes.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

As soon as they let go, Tijerina quickly lowers his head and catches Tillman with a shoulder thrust. The boos continue as Tijerina reaches out, grabs the middle rope with both hands and repeated drives his shoulder into Tillman’s midsection. He then places Tillman upperbody between the middle and top ropes, grabs Tillman by the back of the neck with both hands and pulls back, choking him against the top rope. The ref gives Tijerina until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tijerina breaks the choke, steps back and follows up with a superkick, knocking Tillman through the ropes and onto the apron. After stepping out onto the apron, Tijerina begins to wave up Tillman. As Triple T picks himself up on the apron, Tijerina runs over and delivers a running hurricanrana, sending Tillman flipping off the apron and to the floor. The boos continue as Tijerina climbs back onto the apron and waves Tillman up. Once Tillman returns to his feet and turns around, Tijerina runs along the apron, leaps off and drives him down with a diving Meteora.

Stephy Auger: Triple T just got flattened!

Tijerina picks up Tillman, rolls him back inside and slides back in before making the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Tillman gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Tijerina picks up Tillman, throws him down with a scoop slam and quickly hops through the ropes onto the apron before hitting a slingshot somersault senton. He turns over and hooks the far leg for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Tijerina picks up Tillman and whips him hard into the corner. After Tillman crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles and stumbles back, Tijerina runs up from behind and brings him down with a schoolboy.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tijerina pulls up Tillman before throwing him down with a Schoolboy Suplex. He then heads into the ropes before coming back and delivering a running Shooting Star Press. Tijerina hooks the far leg…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another close call for Tillman!

Tijerina picks up Tillman, grabs him from behind, rolls him out in front of him and knocks him down with the Rain Shatter (wrist lock transitioned into a short-arm roundhouse kick). The challenger then heads into the corner before hoisting himself up onto the middle ropes. When Tillman turns over, gets back to his feet and turns around, Tijerina brings him back down with a diving neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina is really taking it to the champion. But to Tillman’s credit, he continues to stay in this match.

Stephy Auger: For now...

Tijerina picks up Tillman and nails him with a shoot kick to the leg leg, followed by a shoot kick to the left side followed by a finger gun gesture. Tijerina then throws out a superkick, but Tillman ducks. When Tijerina turns around, he gets knocked down by a roundhouse kick.

Kris Cruise: What a kick from Triple T!

Stephy Auger: He’s probably using a loaded boot, too!

Tillman picks up Tijerina and doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before heading into the ropes. When Tillman returns, he throws out the Terrific Kick (scissors kick). But Tijerina slips out of the way and shoves him into the ropes. When Tillman returns, he knocks Tijerina down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Tillman picks up Tijerina and goes for an irish whip. But Tijerina reverses, sending Tillman into the corner. Tijerina then runs across the ring, connects with a corner dropsault and follows up with a step-up enzuigiri that sends Tillman crumbling from out of the corner. The boos continue as Tijerina hops through the ropes onto the apron and goes for La Guillotina (slingshot leg drop). But the boos turn to cheers when Tillman rolls out of the way. After Tijerina picks himself back up, Tillman moves him into the corner before whipping him across the ring into the turnbuckles. Tillman then runs across the ring and hits a running back elbow before following up with a CCS Enzuigiri. After Tijerina slumps down in the corner, Tillman pulls him back up before climbing up onto the middle ropes. He sets up for a Tornado DDT. But Tijerina is somehow able to slip out. He quickly grabs a hold of one of Tillman’s ankles and yanks him off the ropes, sending him crashing back-first on the apron. As Tillman turns over and gets up one one knee, Tijerina runs from out of the corner and motions for the Kedavra Knee (shining wizard). But Tillman leaps to his feet before knocking Tijerina down with a dropsault. He then picks up Tijerina and shoots him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Tillman nearly knocks his head off with the Chin Checka (savate kick). He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Tillman picks up Tijerina and lifts him up for a brainbuster. But on the way up, Tijerina knees him in the head. After Tijerina drops down back, he throws out a wild roundhouse kick. But Tillman ducks, hooks Tijerina’s arms from behind and delivers a release tiger suplex, leaving The Shoot Star Supreme folded up on the mat! He then brings Tijerina back to his feet, doubles him over with a knee to the midsection and heads into the ropes. When Tillman returns, he sends Tijerina flipping down to the canvas after a Terrific Kick. The cheers continue as Tillman drags Tijerina into position before stepping out onto the apron. Tillman then scales to the top turnbuckle while the ref checks on Tijerina, who is gesturing to his neck. Just as Tillman’s about to deliver the Skyfall (450 Splash), Macy Dover leaps onto the apron and shoves Tillman off, sending him crashing down across the top of the guardrail. The crowd boos as Tillman goes down hard.

Kris Cruise: Macy Dover! What in the hell!?

Stephy Auger: Dover’s had enough up Triple T ducking her and robbing her of a rematch!

Dover heads over, picks up Tillman and rolls him back inside. Back in the ring, Tijerina slowly turns over and pulls himself up using the ropes. When he turns around, his eyes widen when he sees Tillman down. Tijerina then heads over, picks up Tillman and brings him from out of the corner before delivering the STorm’s End (Shiranui).

Kris Cruise: No… NO! Not like this!

Stephy Auger: Yes, EXACTLY like this! Make the cover, ref! Hurry up!

The boos continue as Tijerina makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd boos when “Senbonzakura” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and now, the neeeeeewwwwww FGA 15 Champion, JULIAN TIJERINA!

The boos continue when Tijerina yanks the championship away from the ref before raising it high above his head!

Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina just stole the 15 Championship from Terrence Tillman here tonight! But Tijerina wasn’t alone! He had an accomplice in this heist and her name is Macy Dover!

Stephy Auger: Oh boo hoo! Triple T ducked Dover at every turn! He had this coming! He did this to himself! I have no sympathy for what happened to him, just like I have no sympathy for what happens to Stryker at Trouble in Paradise!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

While he may not have a match booked for this evening Johnny Karma is in attendance at the Xfinity Arena, and as he takes a stroll backstage he’s momentarily stopped in his tracks by a slightly tinny rendition of Break on Through (to the Other Side) emanating from his phone, so he pulls his phone out of his pocket to answer it

Johnny Karma: Hey, I was just wondering where you were.

As he listens to whatever it is that the person on the other end of the line is saying with some interest, Karma notices something out of the corner of his eye - a something that looks remarkably like Izzy Anders headed in his direction

Johnny Karma: I’ll call you back in a bit. I’ve got something to take care of…

As he puts his phone away, Karma turns to give Izzy his attention - not his full attention, as he has wasted far too many hours of the only life he will ever live giving Izzy Anders his full attention, but just enough to let her know that he’s giving her the courtesy of putting up with her this time

Izzy, instinctively on the defensive, stares dagger at Karma, bringing her hand over her championship. The looming threat of him simply taking the belt again displays itself in the motion. On the other end, Izzy does radiate pure malice, not acting upon it for whatever reason.

Izzy Anders: I see you’re still high off the power play that you’ve made.

She dips her head to the left, begrudgingly smiling all the while.

Izzy Anders: As you should. You got me back, congratulations. Now you just wait for the cage match to try to finally put it all to rest. Woo, go, Karma!

She rallies him on in the most derisive of ways.

Izzy Anders: Except you’re not going to win. I explained why, so I won’t tell you again. That’s up for you to come to terms with--who were you on the phone with? It couldn’t have been anyone important. Was it your lawyer, trying to pick out some new ways to torment me? Was it your mother, father, or whatever?

The Undisputed Champion almost seems...too friendly at this point.

Izzy Anders: I believe it’d be more of the lawyer thing. You’re going through my old playbook trying to find some way to make sure you’re absolutely safe from me. Except you’re not. You’re never going to be absolutely safe. You’re just free from my torment during the times that I don’t...feel like trying to ram your head against things like.

She searches around, before pointing at the nearest wall.

Izzy Anders: That wall right there. What a pretty color of generic egg white that is. Sucks for the camera crew, huh?

Looking at Izzy with about the same level of passion that somebody looks at an empty tax return form, Karma can’t help but crack wise

Johnny Karma: If you’re so determined to ram my head against…

Karma points at the same spot of wall that Izzy pointed at

Johnny Karma: Why not go ahead and get it out of your system now?

Leaning his head towards the wall to make it that much easier for Izzy to do what she threatened to do, Karma looks Izzy directly in the eye for a second as he waits for her to go through with it - and knowing she won’t, he pushes back off the wall to the stance he was stood in

Johnny Karma: Except you’re not going to do that, are you? Because if you do, you know what’ll happen.

To drive home the point, Karma pats the title that rests on Izzy’s shoulder

Johnny Karma: You see, that right there, that’s where you and I differ. You just use contracts so you can use a loophole to have even more people do their dirty work for you, I use contracts to guarantee that you can’t. Hasn’t it occurred to you the only reason the Sword of Damocles is hanging over your head is because you're the one who chose to stand under it? Just remember, when it falls, you won’t have the time to run away - which means you won’t be able to use the “winning” tactic from a couple of weeks ago.

Izzy scowls at this point, turning her head away.

Izzy Anders: That’s poetic.

She sighs out before turning her head back to Karma.

Izzy Anders: You see, I plan on using that sword come this cage match. It’ll be the end of our little go around. Does it feel good knowing that the closest you’ll get to being champion is stealing it from me? Karma, what exactly happens if you lose? You’re so preoccupied with the idea that you will beat me, but have you ever thought about what happens if you don’t? Or rather, I’ll play the advocate for you. What happens if you beat me? You think this ends? Sure, you beat me, but you’re just a lonely soldier in a place where there are worse things than me. You didn’t fall for it. I sure as hell didn’t. We both know what it means to have all the dangers lurking behind us. You beat me, and you’ll be by yourself. You should find yourself a group and grab that sword you just spoke of. You’re walking into a horrible situation...remember what I’ve been telling you, Karma.

The champion motions all around her. There is a somber pause there, and Izzy’s demeanor seemingly changes to something almost forlorn.

Izzy Anders: This will never have a happy ending, Johnny Karma. If it be because of me or because of some other horrible group...you’ll lose. Be thankful that you’re going to lose to me, because after this cage match, we’re done.

For a moment Karma appears to have trouble finding his words, and it appears that what Izzy just said really got to him, until he quietly yet firmly says...

Johnny Karma: I know what will happen when I beat you, Anders.

Trying hard not to look at the title belt that’s literally close enough for him to touch, he continues

Johnny Karma: When I beat you, the weight of every last thing that you have said and done to me for the past few months will be lifted because I came through it and put you down, because everything you said about and did to the people I care about won’t be coming back to bite you, they’ll be coming back to swallow you whole. The question isn’t about whether I need backup, the question is how long your backup will hang around once you’ve lost the title, especially because I’d wager Dom Harter won’t want anybody walking onto The Murder’s turf, and that’s what you and your friends are doing.

Karma then looks up to the ceiling above Anders’ head

Johnny Karma: Looks like there’s an entire arsenal hanging up there, Izzy. How long do you think your luck is going to hold out?

Silence falls as Izzy stands there, her turn to be conflicted about the words spoken to her.

Izzy Anders: Karma, I was told a story about luck by some dear friends of mine. Now I won’t go on a whole tangent about it, but I’ll tell you the ending of it.

Izzy gives a beat to set the mood.

Izzy Anders: You have needed luck to continue to get these opportunities and face me. Izzy Anders only needs to have enough luck once to walk out of that cage still the FGA Undisputed Champion.

Without much of another word, she keeps moving past him, going to get ready for her main event match up.