Patriot Games (09.02.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

And now, Frontier Grappling Arts presents…

The scene shifts to an outside shot of Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C.! We then transition inside the arena, where red, white and blue fireworks shoot off in various patterns. We then head to a wide shot of the arena. The camera pans around, capturing the rabid crowd.

Kris Cruise: Welcome everyone to our nation’s capital! Welcome… to PATRIOT GAMES! Hello, everyone, I’m Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! We are coming to you live from the newly renamed Capital One Arena here in Washington, D.C. for our latest AxxessNet event, PATRIOT GAMES! Tonight, we will see the semifinal finals and finals of the 2017 Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! There are only four teams left! Upper Echelon, representing HKW! Shootcamp, representing both FGA and HKW! The Chaotics, representing FGA, as well as HKW/SSWA. Then there is Smart Style, the free agent team that has taken this tournament by storm! Who will win it all?

Stephy Auger: I’m picking Smart Style! You said it yourself. They’ve taken this tournament by storm. Mark Bisley is the smartest man in all of professional wrestling! Shintaro Majima knows what it takes to be a champion and has championship experience. They came into this tournament as one of the unknowns, Cruise. By the end of this thing, they’ll be known as the next #1 contender's to the Tag Team Titles!

Kris Cruise: Speaking of the Tag Titles, they will be on the line here tonight when Dan Herrera and Peaches - the PolyChromatic Lion Attack Squad - defend against current #1 contender's, Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz.

Stephy Auger: Pedro and Maritza won this shot two months ago at All-Star Showdown Six. To me, I don’t think it matters who is winning this match because it will only be a matter of time until Smart Style take those titles from whoever walks out of this match.

Kris Cruise: Speaking of walking, the loser of this match may have trouble walking afterwards when AMIRA takes on Lowri Moss in FGA’s first-ever Scaffold Match! You can see the structure hanging high above the ring. That scaffold is some 15 feet in the air above the ring. There are no pinfalls or submissions. There's no disqualification or countout. The only way to win is by climbing that scaffold and shoving your opponent off!

Stephy Auger: Lowri Moss stole the Magnificent AMIRA Championship from our great champion months ago. Tonight, the Welshie finally pays for her crimes.

Kris Cruise: One match that will feature pinfalls, submissions, DDs and countouts will be the Pride Rules Match between Molly Reid and Fujiko Mine! You can cut the tension with a knife when it comes to those two!

Stephy Auger: You sure can! Usually Pride Rules Matches are about respect. But let me tell you, Cruise, there is no respect here between these two. They do not like each other! Saying that they can’t stand one another is probably an understatement! If anything, this match should probably be Chivalry is Dead instead of Pride Rules. In any event, two former FGA Pride Champions are going head to head in the middle of the ring. I can’t wait!

Kris Cruise: Speaking of heated matches, New Murder members Dom Harter and Mercy Williams will be taking on Jimmy Page and Chris Bond in tag team action!

Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page finally found someone foolish enough to team up with him! Page has alienated himself from the rest of the roster with his actions over the last several years. With this war that he’s facing with The New Murder, he needed allies. He needed people that he could trust. Page finally found an ally in “The Battle-Hardened Veteran”. Bond was not on the New Murder’s radar. He wasn’t in their path. But by aligning himself with Page, he has put himself in harm’s ways and that, Cruise, is a decision that will prove costly here tonight!

Kris Cruise: Then in our main event, it’ll be Sadie San Francisco defending her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion against former Camp Envi member NEON in a Dog Collar Match! Both champion and challenger will be linked together by two dog collars with a steel chain. There are no disqualifications and no countouts in this one. This is one of the most brutal matches we’ve seen in wrestling over the last several decades! I couldn’t think of a more fitting matchup for these two!

Stephy Auger: Selfish San Francisco turned on her friend Evan Envi, her teammate NEON and all the EVANgelists around the globe with her actions at All-Star Showdown Six! Her actions won her the championship! But look at her now! She’s got no friends! She’s morally corrupt and tonight, NEON gets her payback when she beats seven shades of you-know-what out of her! This isn’t just about the championship. This is personal! This issue has been building all year, Cruise, and tonight, it all comes to a head. This one’s gonna get ugly!

Kris Cruise: We’ve got a solid lineup of action for you all here tonight! But before we send it to the ring, let’s hear some comments from Smart Style recorded earlier today!

[FGA Office]

Earlier tonight...

Having given their credentials to arena security and been given access to the backstage area of the Capital One Arena, the two members of Smart Style walk the corridors as they make their way for their locker room, but their demeanour is very different to before

Before there was a swagger to Bisley’s movements, almost as if he was rubbing it in the faces of anyone who happened to be nearby that the duo were showing the tournament just how good they were, but now he’s quiet and focused, not letting anything distract him – and he has the perfect partner for that, as Majima silently walks beside him, looking just as focused, and he prefers the silence

Once they arrive at their locker room, Bisley cannot help but smirk when he sees their name on the door, and after admiring it for a split second he pushes open the door to allow his partner inside before following him in, and once they’re inside he cannot help but ask…

Mark Bisley: So what’s on your mind ShiMa?

Having placed his bag on a bench and picked up a bottle of water, Majima carefully places the bottle on the bench before he answers

Shintaro Majima: The irony of the situation.

Sitting down on the bench, once again carefully making sure he doesn’t knock over the bottle even though it is unopened, Majima continues

Shintaro Majima: We are facing a team that call themselves The Chaotics, yet their name appears to have more to do with their lack of focus than how they are in the ring. It seemed strange to me, considering we are here focusing on their defeat without saying a word about it to anyone.

He picks up the bottle and twists off the cap with the sort of force that could have torn the bottle in two if he thought about it

Shintaro Majima: This is why I believe we must eliminate them tonight. They wish to focus on things other than this tournament, we do not, so we should show them what focus can bring.

Listening to his partner and nodding in agreement, Bisley gestures for his partner to toss him a bottle of water, catching the bottle out of the air as it flies in his direction

Mark Bisley: Focus and a desire to forcibly shut Upper Echelon up in the final.

He nonchalantly cracks open his bottle of water and takes a sip

Mark Bisley: I almost feel sorry for Logan, really I do, as he has to drag Ashlyn back down to earth every single time her head’s in the clouds, and from what I hear he’s also having to fight fires due to some issue with that Evan Envi guy.

Hearing the last part causes Majima to quickly look up

Shintaro Majima: Issue? What is this issue?

Bisley merely shrugs

Mark Bisley: I didn’t get the details, but there’s some argument or other between them and him. It’s all a bit he-said-she-said, but that’s the word on the proverbial grapevine, so make of that what you will.

Having taken a sip of water, Bisley changes the subject

Mark Bisley: On the other hand it’s pretty hard to feel much sympathy for them considering we gave all the credit and respect in the world to Invictus Fight Club at the press conference, and they acted like we were nothing more than a pair of thieves in the night who stole an undeserved victory. I know they were in the room, I looked right at them when I was on the podium, yet they didn’t have the common courtesy to listen to a word we said. Still, could be worse, it’s not like they stormed onto the stage throwing the mother of all hissy fits because we dared to call them out on a few things. No, that’s more Upper Echelon’s style…if being ugly and clumsy can be considered a “style”, but as it’s not early-90s Seattle I doubt that.

Majima looks at Bisley with a quizzical look on his face, as the reference went totally over his head

Mark Bisley: You know what gets me? It’s how people keep finding new and innovative ways to look past us, in spite of all the evidence that says they really shouldn’t. We had Serpent’s Touch acting as if their being a regular Frontier Grappling Arts team was enough to get them through, and it wasn’t, now we have Logan ignoring 99% of what we have done in this tournament because he wants to look clever in front of the reporters – and we’ve got Upper Echelon getting bent out of shape because we didn’t say “Oh please defeat us in short order like the superior being you are, we don’t deserve to be in the same arena as you!” Give me a break…

Rolling his eyes at the thought of the bilge that spilled from the mouths of Jinzai and Emilio during their press conference temper tantrum, Bisley looks disgusted by the lack of common sense shown by half of the teams remaining in this tournament

Shintaro Majima: The only way we can show that pairing how wrong they are is to make sure we are standing across the ring from them in the final. Do not for one second take your mind off of tonight’s opponents.

Waving a hand to say he understands and there’s no worry, Bisley centres himself once more

Mark Bisley: No argument here, I know what’s at stake, I’m just thinking of how beautiful it will be when we reach the final on merit and slap a little sense into those overly-opinionated idiots and, if we have time, maybe a little respect to go with it. In fact I’m using that as my motivation tonight: Logan and Ashlyn are what stands between us and a 50/50 chance of proving that the Upper Echelon is a polite term for describing the cheap seats that are closer to the parking lot than ringside, and it would be so entertaining to watch Emilio and Jinzai skulk back to where they came from with their tails between their legs and nothing to show for it.

A thought then pops into Bisley’s head

Mark Bisley: While they’re headed back out the door, shouldn’t we ask them to thank the guy in their company who cast you in his TV show?

Majima is struck by what appears to be a sudden case of modesty

Shintaro Majima: I do not think there is any need for that.

Mark Bisley: Fair enough, I was only asking.

Bisley can’t help but laugh at the conversation’s sudden weird turn, but it soon passes and his mind returns to business

Mark Bisley: Most of all I want to see the look on Logan’s face when we defeat him and his partner and don’t leave them any excuses, because if he wants to dismiss everything we have done just because he wants to talk up his own team, he needs to learn that comes with consequences. And to be honest, I’d almost be tempted to get hold of a house mic and have him stand in the ring and tell the entire audience not only was he a semi-finalist and nothing more, but I want to hear him admit the reason why: because we were better.

At this point Bisley removes his ring gear from his bag, carefully folding it to avoid creases, and places it on the back of a chair

Mark Bisley: Maybe then he could look a little closer to home and realise the source of his insecurity isn’t what happened in our match with Invictus Fight Club, but the fact he’s partnered with someone who is dragging him down that little bit further every day, and that has to be tiring. I’m sure one day he might realise this, but I doubt he’ll be honest with himself about it. It’s not like he’s shown himself to be honest about anything else lately, after all.

[FGA Office]

DDT3 SEMIFINALS
Smart Style vs. The Chaotics

The arena lights slowly dim as the doom-laden synths of “Another Chance” blast out across the arena, and as they dim blue lights fill the entranceway, growing in brightness as the music gets more intense, and as the main hook grows the pairing of Mark Bisley emerge at the top of the ramp, Bisley with an arm raised as he surveys all before him while Majima wears a stony expression.

As they walk down the ramp, Bisley stops and holds his arms apart and tilts his head back to tell the entire arena he is here, while Majima stands directly behind him with his arms held aloft as he looks directly towards the ring, with the pair almost resembling the Vitruvian Man as they do this.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a semifinal match in the 2017 Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 443 pounds! They are the team of Mark Bisley and Shintaro Majima, SMART STYLE!!!

Making their way to ringside, Bisley lifts himself onto the apron and adopts a kneeling position, pointing to the side of his head a couple of times, while Majima stands beside him and removes his sunglasses, looking out into the crowd. A moment later, Majima steps into the ring while Bisley rolls under the ropes before getting back to a knee in the ring, running his hand on the canvas to say this is my ring while Majima stands behind him rubbing the back of each hand in his palms.

Kris Cruise: Smart Style defeated the team of Davey-Boy O’Brien and Baz Jones in the First Round. After defeating Serpent’s Touch in the Second Round, they defeated Invictus Fight Club with an assist from Savannah Taylor in the Quarterfinals. They’re now more than halfway to the finish line. But can they finish strong and win the big one?

Stephy Auger: I think they can. We both mentioned at the start of this show that they’ve taken this tournament by storm. They came into this as unknowns. By the end of the night, the wrestling world will know them as your 2017 Dynamic Duos winners!

The lights in the arena slowly fade to darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, back turned toward the ring. As the lights in the arena begin to systematically brighten, it becomes clear that the figure is Ashlyn De Luca. The arena plunges into darkness once more, earning a cheap pop from the live audience for theatrics-- before all of the lights scream to life, casting a blinding glow down on the pair at the top of the ramp. While Ashlyn De Luca now faces the ring, arms still above her head, our camera swing to reveal Logan standing with his back to hers, arms held out straight to the side. Ashlyn lowers her arms, pointing a two-handed “finger gun” toward the camera with a smirk, though she abandons it as she and the hooded Logan Alexander abruptly part, marching toward the ring with a purpose.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 368 pounds! They are the team of Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca, THE CHAOTICS!!!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience while Logan walks to the ring apron, stepping inside. Ashlyn ever-so-faintly smiles into the audience again before rushing to the barricade. Our hard camera takes over, with Ashlyn leaping onto the barricade, arms wide as she screams back out into the raucous audience. Behind her, Logan mounts the bottom-and-middle ropes, arms held to his side in a similar pose. Ashlyn drops from the barricade, sliding into the ring beneath the ropes and Logan, hopping to her feet on the opposite side of the ring, screaming out into the other side of the audience as they rise to their feet. Logan drops down from the ropes and bumps forearms with De Luca in the center of the ring as they pass each other, mounting opposite corners to look out into the masses. The Chaotics remove their hoodies, tossing them simultaneously into the crowd as their music fades.

Kris Cruise: You want to talk about Smart Style coming into this tournament has unknowns? Another team with a huge question mark was The Chaotics. Logan Alexander didn’t even have five matches under his belt here in FGA when he and Ashlyn De Luca threw their names into the hat for Dynamic Duos. These two have known each other for years, so the trust is there. Alexander is an accomplished tag team wrestler as he and Aubrey J. Parker had a heck of a run as M & M a couple of years back in APW. But this is the first time De Luca and Alexander have teamed up together. Thus far, they’ve defeated the likes of GBH, Tommy & The Guns and Chainsaw & Rowe.

Stephy Auger: These two have gone up against friends, foes and two thirds of one of the hottest teams in all of wrestling. They haven’t done bad. But they haven’t gone up against a team like Smart Style! We both know that!

The bell sounds as Bisley and Alexander start things off with a collar-and-elbow. Alexander gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Bisley is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. He then spins Alexander around and catches him in a side headlock of his own before bringing him to the mat with a side headlock takedown. Alexander is quick to reverse into a headscissors. But Bisley is able to escape with a kip up. After Alexander scrambles back to a vertical base, Bisley takes control of the arm and wrenches it. Alexander seethes when Bisley delivers another arm wrench before delivering a hard yank to the arm. After refusing to quit, Alexander rolls forward, leans back, kips up and pulls Bisley down to the mat with a wrist lock takedown. After Bisley gets back up, Alexander takes control of the wrist and greets him with an arm wrench. He then delivers another arm wrench… and another… and another. Bisley circles the ring before dropping down to a knee. It’s then that Alexander slips on a standing armbar. The ref asks Bisley if he wants to give up. But Bisley refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, he uses his free hand to push up on Alexander’s chin and move him back into the ropes, forcing a rope break.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Alexander breaks the hold. Bisley then makes his way back to the center of the ring. After cracking his neck, Alexander makes his way over and goes for another collar-and-elbow. But Bisley ducks under, goes behind and applies a waist lock. Alexander then pries Bisley’s arms from around him before reversing into a waist lock of his own. Bisley tries to pull Alexander’s arms from around his waist. But Alexander is able to keep the hold applied. Bisley then tries for an elbow to the face. But Alexander moves his head out of the way. He then hoists Bisley up before bringing him to the mat with a waist lock takedown. Alexander then transitions into a front facelock. But before he can lock it in tight, Bisley rolls out and reverses into a grounded hammerlock. The ref asks Alexander if he wants to give up. When he refuses, Bisley keeps the arm pressed against the back before delivering a quick knee drop to the arm. Bisley keeps his knee pressed down against Alexander’s arm as he reaches over, grabs a hold of the left hand and pulls back, causing Alexander to let out a labored groan. When Alexander refuses, Bisley lets go of the arm, spins around on his back and applies a front facelock. The ref again asks Alexander if he wants to give up. But Chaos Stryke refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, Alexander moves Bisley across the ring and against the ropes, forcing a rope break.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Bisley makes a slow, clean break. Alexander then backs up to the center of the ring and waits for Bisley to make his way off the ropes. Bisley wrings his wrists as he circles the ring. Bisley slowly inches over towards Alexander, feints a collar-and-elbow and follows up with a standing single leg takedown. Bisley immediately tries to slip on the Minnesota Cloverleaf (Texas Cloverleaf). But Alexander uses his legs to shove Bisley down to the mat. After Bisley scrambles back to his feet, Alexander brings him to the mat with a standing double leg takedown. He then turns Bisley over onto his stomach and tries to slip on the Perfect Chaos Theory (Edgecator). But Bisley slithers away and grabs the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Both grapplers nearly caught the other in their patented submission holds!

After Bisley pulls himself up using the ropes, he and Alexander circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Bisley gains the advantage with a side headlock. But it doesn’t stay on for long as Alexander shoves him off into the ropes. When Bisley returns, he slides through Alexander’s legs. When Alexander turns around, Bisley goes for a step-up enzuigiri. But Alexander ducks, quickly grabs a hold of Bisley’s legs and tries to put him in the Perfect Chaos Theory. But again, Bisley is able to slither his way to the ropes. Alexander then pulls him up, presses him against the ropes and delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Bisley and whips him into the far ropes. But instead of coming back, Bisley hangs onto the ropes. As Alexander rushes over to attack, Bisley flips himself over the top rope onto the apron and knocks him down with a springboard lariat. He makes the cover.

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Alexander kicks out.

Bisley picks up Alexander, brings him into the corner and tags in Shintaro Majima. The Strong Style Savior gets in and delivers a stinging knife edge chop. He then blasts Alexander with another chop… and another… and another. The boos turn to cheers when Alexander comes back with a series of knife edge chops of his own. But the comeback is stopped short after Majima grabs him by the back of the neck with both hands and doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. After tossing Alexander into the turnbuckles, Majima unleashes a series of machinegun chops that send Alexander slumping down in the corner.

Stephy Auger: I think Alexander just learned the hard way not to get into a striking battle with Majima!

Majima quickly steps back to the center of the ring, rushes forward and throws out the Noshinto (running knee strike). But Alexander moves out of the way, causing Majima to crash knee-first into the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Alexander got out of the way just in the nick of time!

After Majima stumbles back and turns around, he sees Alexander tag out to De Luca. The crowd cheers as De Luca rushes Majima and rattles off a series of snapping jabs. After an open slap to the face, she takes Majima and goes for an irish whip. But Majima reverses, sending De Luca into the ropes. When De Luca returns, she knocks Majima down with the Syxx Kick (running double spinning wheel kick). She makes the cover.

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Majima gets the shoulder up.

De Luca picks up Majima and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring to attack. But Majima lifts her up and throws her down with a hard Uranage. The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Majima threw De Luca down with authority, but it only gets a count of two!

Majima picks up De Luca, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of backhand chops. He then takes De Luca, whips her into the opposite corner and runs across the ring to hit the Kao No Nai (corner yakuza kick). But De Luca catches his foot. The crowd cheers as De Luca walks out of the corner as Majima hops up and down on one foot. She then shoves Majima down to the canvas. As Majima rolls back up, De Luca rushes over and blasts Majima with a running elbow strike, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Majima comes back and runs over De Luca with a running forearm smash. He marches back over, drops down and makes the cover.

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De Luca kicks out.

Majima sits up De Luca, delivers a soccer kick to the back and then runs into the ropes. When he returns, he flattens De Luca with a Kawada Kick. He makes the cover.

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De Luca kicks out.

Majima picks up De Luca, wrenches the arm and delivers repeated kicks to the chest before turning her inside out with the Akuma-fu (repeated short-arm clothesline). He drops down and makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for The Strong Style Savior!

Majima heads over and tags Bisley back in. Once Bisley gets in, Smart Style take De Luca and whip her into the ropes. When she returns, they throw her down with a double Japanese arm drag. Bisley makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Bisley goes over and tags Majima back in. He then picks up De Luca, whips her into the corner and delivers a running elbow smash. He then takes De Luca and whips her over towards Majima for a double chop. But instead, De Luca counters with a running hurricanrana. When Majima gets up, he gets knocked through the ropes by a spinning heel kick. Once De Luca gets back to her feet, Bisley rushes over and throws out a lariat. But De Luca rolls underneath it. When Bisley turns around, he throws out a superkick. But De Luca ducks underneath, runs and knocks Majima down with a running suicide front dropkick through the ropes!

After De Luca climbs back up onto the apron, she gets caught with a rolling solebutt kick through the ropes. He then takes De Luca and goes for a vertical suplex back into the ring. But De Luca’s able to slip down from behind. When Bisley turns around, The Chaotics knock him over the top rope and to the floor with a double clothesline!

Kris Cruise: Bislye’s been sent hard to the floor!

De Luca steps out onto the apron and waits for Majima to get back to his feet. Once The Strong Style Savior returns to a vertical base and turns around, De Luca runs across the apron, leaps off and plants him with a diving Tornado DDT!

Kris Cruise: The Chaotics are on a roll, Stephy!

De Luca picks up Majima and rolls him back inside before rolling herself back in to make the cover.

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Majima gets his shoulder up.

De Luca rushes over and tags Alexander back in. The Chaotics pick up Majima and deliver a russian leg sweep (De Luca)/single knee lungblower (Alexander) combination. He makes the cover.

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Majima gets his shoulder up.

Alexander heads over and tags De Luca back in. The Chaotics then deliver an inverted atomic drop (Alexander)/stiff lariat (De Luca) combination. She makes the cover.

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Majima gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for The Chaotics! They are running on all cylinders right now, Stephy. If they keep this up, they’ll be moments away from advancing to the Finals.

Stephy Auger: This doesn’t look good for Smart Style. They’ve got to do something fast!

De Luca heads over and tags Alexander back in. When he gets in, The Chaotics pick up Majima and whip him into the ropes. When he returns, they go for a double clothesline. But Majima swats through the clothesline and runs into the far ropes. When Majima returns, the crowd cheers when hey knock him down with a running double dropkick. Alexander makes the cover.

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Majima gets his shoulder up.

Alexander delivers a snap suplex before going over and tagging De Luca back in. After turning Majima over onto his stomach, Alexander lifts him up with a wheelbarrow hold as De Luca runs towards the ropes. When she hits the ropes, Bisley yanks down the top rope, sending De Luca flipping over the ropes and landing hard on the outside.

Kris Cruise: De Luca just crashed hard to the floor!

Alexander sees this, so he lets go of Majima to go over and attack Bisley. But Bisley wisely hops down off the apron. Majima then grabs Alexander from behind and nearly dumps him on his head with the GOJU50 (half and half suplex). Majima then picks up Alexander before tossing him through the ropes and to the floor. Bisley enters the ring and heads over to Majima while De Luca and Alexander slowly pick themselves up on the outside. Smart Style then run into the far ropes. When they come back, they leap through the ropes, knocking down The Chaotics with a suicide dive and an elbow suicida!

Kris Cruise:

Stephy Auger: Smart Style have just wiped out The Chaotics!

On the outside, Bisley picks up De Luca and rolls her back inside. Majima makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Lucky break!

Majima heads over and tags in Bisley. Bisley picks up De Luca, whips her into the corner and connects with a running elbow smash. He then whips her over towards Majima, who knocks her down with a double handed chop. Majima then brings De Luca back to her feet, pops her in the air and moves out of the way for Bisley to hit her with a superkick on the way down. Smart Style then whip De Luca into the ropes. When she returns, Majima brings her down with a drop toe hold, followed by a Lionsault across the back from Bisley. He pulls De Luca over and makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Bisley sits up De Luca and delivers a soccer kick to the back. Majima then quickly follows up with a running soccer kick to the chest. Bisley makes the cover.

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De Luca gets her shoulder up.

Bisley heads over and tags in Majima. Once Majima gets in, he lifts De Luca up onto his shoulders to set up a powerbomb. Bisley then goes for a springboard lariat. But he whiffs when De Luca reverses into a hurricanrana! Once Bisley rolls back to his feet and turns around, he nearly gets speared out of his boots from Alexander.

Kris Cruise: Alexander with the spear out of nowhere!

Stephy Auger: Where the heck did he come from!?

Alexander rolls out onto the apron and pulls himself up using the ropes. De Luca then rushes over and tags him in. The Chaotics take Bisley and whip him into the far ropes. When Bisley returns, The Chaotics dump him over the top rope and to the floor with a double back body drop. Majima then slides back in from behind, runs up behind Alexander and delivers the Kurifu (back suplex side slam). When De Luca turns around, she gets caught when a shoot kick to the chest. When Alexander returns to his feet, he gets caught with a shoot kick to the chest. Majima turns back to De Luca and blasts her with another shoot kick to the chest. He then turns back to Alexander and nails him with another shoot kick to the chest.

Kris Cruise: The Strong Style Savior’s kicking everything in sight!

Stephy Auger: Look at him go to work on The Chaotics!

Majima turns to De Luca and delivers a Mongolian Chop. He then turns back to Alexander and gives him a Mongolian Chop. Majima then turns back to Alexander and throws out a roundhouse kick, but she ducks. The Chaotics quickly follow up with the Double Tap (superkick/spinning heel kick to the sides of the head)! Alexander then lifts up Majima with a wheelbarrow hold while De Luca runs into the ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers when she knocks Majima down with a scissors kick. De Luca runs back into the ropes while Alexander picks up Majima and holds him up. When De Luca returns, she leaps into the air before The Chaotics deliver the C5 (flapjack from Alexander/high leaping sitout facebuster from De Luca) to cheers from the crowd. De Luca makes the cover while Alexander stays on lookout.

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Alexander cuts him off with a superkick, knocking him back to the floor.
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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Deadcruiser” hits the speakers.

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

The cheers continue as De Luca and Alexander get their arms raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: The Chaotics have done it! They’ve knocked off Smart Style and have advanced to the finals of the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! Stephy, you didn't see this coming, did you?

Stephy Auger: of course I didn’t! I had Smart Style going all the way. Unfortunately, lady luck was on The Chaotics’ side tonight.

[FGA Office]

The scene switches to an area backstage at the Capital One Arena, where Spencer Burke can be seen, stood together with Lowri Moss. With there still being a while to go until it is time for her match, Lowri is not yet in her ring attire, instead wearing a pair of jeans, a ‘BSS’ t-shirt of hers - available from Irish Whip Clothing - and a backwards snapback.

Spencer Burke: Lowri, tonight the hostility between you and AMIRA will come to a head, when the two of you meet in a scaffold match. This match will be a first for FGA, and although you were the one that proposed it, I have to ask, are you having any second thoughts at all about the match?

Lowri Moss: At the moment, no, but if you ask me again in about an hour and a half, when I’m up on that scaffold, you might get a different answer.

Lowri lets out a laugh.

Lowri Moss: Seriously though, Spencer, no, I’m not having second thoughts about this match. When I challenged AMIRA to a match for tonight, it didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t satisfied with simply having a run-of-the-mill singles match, and while I was never going to go along with a volcano match - a concept that Geoff Penzer accurately described as ‘absurd’ - I was willing to agree to something more than just a basic one-on-one match; various different potential match types came to mind, but when ‘scaffold match’ popped into my head, I knew that was the one: I get to throw AMIRA off a platform suspended however many feet above the ring, without having to run the risk of possibly falling into a crater full of lava - I don’t think I could ask for more than that. I suppose it’s just a good thing that I don’t have a fear of heights.

Spencer Burke: So, far from having second thoughts, it sounds like you can’t wait to get the match started.

Lowri Moss: Oh yes, I’m looking forward to it a lot - this match feels like it has been several months in the making, and I’m looking forward to hopefully finally getting to settle things with AMIRA.

A wicked grin crosses Lowri’s face.

Lowri Moss: Everyone has heard AMIRA say that I robbed her of what was hers, but she conveniently forgets what happened five months ago, at the beginning of April. Two weeks prior to Only The Strong Survive, I was one of nine participants in a battle royal, the winner of which would then enter the Gold Rush Rumble somewhere between number twenty and number thirty. In fact, Spencer, I seem to remember being interviewed by you ahead of that battle royal.

Spencer nods, recalling the interview himself.

Lowri Moss: As the battle royal reached its climax, I appeared to have the match won after eliminating NEON - that was until AMIRA came out of nowhere, knocked me over the top rope, and stole the win from me. When I then stopped AMIRA from throwing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in the trash four weeks later, I reminded her I owed her one for the way that she had screwed me over. The way I wanted to return the favour was by defeating her to win that championship, but of course, that didn’t quite come to pass. If anything though, what happened at All-Star Showdown, and particularly what has happened since then, has only increased the animosity that I feel towards AMIRA.

Spencer Burke: I assume the particular incident that you’re referring to is what took place before your quarterfinal in the Dynamic Duos Tournament, when AMIRA attacked you as you were making your way to the ring.

Now it is Lowri’s turn to nod.

Lowri Moss: Right. If things had worked out differently, Neal Durden and I might’ve been preparing for a semifinal match against Upper Echelon, and then potentially the final. Despite our best efforts though, it wasn’t to be.

Lowri gives a slight shrug.

Spencer Burke: On the subject of that attack by AMIRA, the following week on Vertigo, you were walking with a noticeable limp, so I have to ask, how is your knee now?

Lowri quickly glances at her left knee, before looking back to Spencer, as she answers his question.

Lowri Moss: It’s fine. My most recent match - the bronze medal match in the Rookie X Cup - was twenty-seven days ago, so my knee has had more than enough time to fully recover, and nothing is going to hold me back from getting retribution against AMIRA.

There is then a small sigh from Lowri, before she continues.

Lowri Moss: After the loss that we suffered against Shootcamp in the quarterfinals, Neal apologised to me, saying that he had failed me. He wanted to win Dynamic Duos, not for himself, but for me - he wanted to bring me a title. I told him not to be sorry, but that didn’t stop him from feeling down, and so when AMIRA and I are up on that scaffold later tonight, not only will be I be looking to exact revenge for myself, I’ll be doing it for Neal too.

Lowri turns away from Spencer, looking directly at the camera, as she addresses her opponent.

Lowri Moss: AMIRA, you fired the first shot of our conflict five months ago, in that battle royal. Since then, you’ve been the aggressor - whether you were striking me with a chair, or attacking my knee, it was always you that was the antagonist. I couldn't possibly let what you’ve done to me go unanswered though, so tonight, it’s time for me to go on the offensive, and wearing my Welsh rugby team inspired attire, I’m going to embody the spirit of the national animal of Wales: mae'r ddraig goch yn mynd i rhuo - the red dragon is going to roar!

The scene then cuts away.

[FGA Office]

The scene fades backstage inside the locker room of the Upper Echelon. Inside the locker room former HKW World and Global Champion Emilio Vialpando is seen sitting on a couch by himself watching some past matches within the Dynamic Duos Tournament 3. Emilio was studying his upcoming opponents Shootcamp as well as potential opponents in The Chaotics and Smart Style. As he sat there alone he crossed his arms and looked over when the door opens. Tony Capone followed by Jinzai walked into the locker room chatting it up. Emilio shakes his head and looks at his G-Shock watch.

Emilio Vialpando: Seriously?

Jinzai doesn’t acknowledge Em as he looks up at Tony in confusion. Whether it’s him deliberately ignoring him or not isn’t clear just in that moment.

Jinzai: - So you mean that you just have a suit for any occasion? Like, on hand and ready to wear?

He gives the suit that Tony’s wearing a glance over, then gives a nod of approval.

Jinzai: Cause I’m not gonna lie, that sounds pretty metal.

Capone smirks and nods.

Tony Capone: I’m always prepared.

Emilio pauses the video he was watching and looks at the two men.

Emilio Vialpando: Breh, are you fucking kidding me? I told you to be here a half hour ago.

Emilio looks to Tony.

Emilio Vialpando: The hell were you two at?

Capone calmly looks over to Emilio and then back to the television screen.

Tony Capone: Drago wanted to talk to me about something in private. Calm your nerves, Serpe.

Emilio Vialpando: Calm my nerves? Calm my nerves? We’re on the last leg of this tournament, how can I--

Capone holds up his hand cutting Emilio off.

Tony Capone: We know this already. Look, if you really have a problem with it I suggest you take it up with your brother here...That is if he really even is your brother still.

Emilio Vialpando: The hell is that supposed to mean?

Capone smirks and looks over to Jinzai.

Tony Capone: We’ll talk more later, yeah?

He nods to Jinzai and turns around to walk out of the locker room leaving the two teammates alone. Emilio pissed off now looks over to Jinzai.

Emilio Vialpando: The hell was that about?

Jinzai looks over at Emilio, no smiles to be found as his expression turns cold.

Jinzai: Exactly how it sounds.

The silence that followed that statement was deafening for the two of them. Emilio looked hurt by the line and Jinzai couldn’t quite meet his eyes after saying it.

Jinzai: ...I’m sorry.

Jinzai sighs, closing his eyes and leaning against the nearby wall.

Jinzai: Hebi… Emilio… I hate this. I hate that I had to say that and that this has gone so far south for everybody involved. I hate that I’m lashing out at the people that’ve had my back for the longest time and that we’re gonna end up having to tear each other limb from fucking limb before shit can even come close to being resolved.

Jin looks up at Emilio sadly.

Jinzai: I just… I wanted us to not get fucked over for these flavors of the month. That’s all I wanted when this shit started. Then Fel had to go and be Fel and take things to heart that weren’t meant to be and it just spiraled.

Emilio stares at Jinzai for a moment and sighs.

Emilio Vialpando: I know but...How could you know that everything wouldn’t have changed on their own. This shit, Jin? It didn’t have to happen breh. It didn’t have to go down this way.

Jinzai reaches a hand up, brushing his hair aside as he looks up at Emilio.

Jinzai: The eyes, hebi.

Emilio looks confused as Jinzai continues.

Jinzai: The eyes never lie. And whenever anyone, be it a Time Warner Rep, Harter, or any apologists, try to deny anything I’ve been saying? About how I’ve been railroaded, left for dead and forgotten for whatever new fad pops up?

Jin reaches a hand up and points at his own eye.

Jinzai: Their eyes give ‘em away.

Emilio looks at Jinzai for a minute before sitting up in his seat on the couch.

Emilio Vialpando: Wait..Hold up.

Emilio studies Jinzai once more seeing that he was serious.

Emilio Vialpando: Are you kidding me right now? You’re not serious are you? After everything that we have all been through together, you seriously think that? C’mon cuzz, you don’t think that do you?

Jin pushes himself off the wall he’d been leaning against.

Jinzai: You’ve known me long enough to know when I’m bullshitting and just saying stuff to say it, Hebi.

His lips curl into a small, confident smile.

Jinzai: What do you think? Am I serious or no?

Despite how crazy his words sounded, Jinzai is dead serious in everything he said. He really, truly believes in his own words.Emilio turns away and buries his face into the palm of his hand.

Emilio Vialpando: Drago...You’ve got to be fucking kidding me breh. You can’t be thinking like that. The stuff ain’t true man. It ain’t. You’ve--

Jinzai cuts Emilio off.

Jinzai: Fuck you, man! You know that shit’s true.

Emilio tries to get a word in, but Jinzai isn’t having it as he paces back and forth.

Jinzai: You know goddamn well it’s true, Hebi! You know it, I know it - Fel knows it’s true and when she’s not trying to little brother me and hope I see whatever reason SHE’S pushing? She’ll willingly and spitefully throw that right in my face every chance I get, just like the rest of them. Isn’t that a fucking kick in the throat, right? Big sister, the person who talked me out of retiring again and who I stuck with through good and bad, using the SAME talking points that my enemies have been pouring over for years. You know the ones.

Jin stops on a dime, facing away from Emilio.

Jinzai: That no matter how many cage matches I drag myself through or ladders I get tossed from, no matter if I had the crowd behind me or what I’ve done for that fucking company and how much I give and give? I’m always gonna be either second to whatever big name that comes through, or worse, in your shadow and mentioned in passing.

He slams his fist into the side of the wall in frustration.

Jinzai: And I’m sick of it.

Emilio doesn't say anything. He sighs as he knows what Jinzai was saying had truth to it and there was no disputing it. Emilio looked away from Jinzai and rubbed his cheeks.

Emilio Vialpando: Look...Just…

Emilio looks over to Jinzai.

Emilio Vialpando: Just don't go out there and do something f*cking crazy okay? Don't go crazy on me, Drago. We're too close...way too close to winning this tournament. Getting our shot at those titles. Getting every single fucking thing we deserve and have worked for. Remember where we came from Jinzai. We were just two kids coming from nothing and--

Jinzai interrupts, turning away from Emilio..

Jinzai: You remember that, Em. Where I come from and how it came to be? That’s something I’d love to forget if I could.

Emilio Vialpando: I say you be happy with how things turned out, breh.

Jinzai’s head whips towards Emilio.

Jinzai: No, YOU be happy with how shit turned out. Me? I want what I’m owed after all I’ve done. What I’ve been owed for the last two years, and I’m done waiting for everyone else to recognize.

Jin places a hand over his chest and takes a step towards Emilio, fire in his eyes.

Jinzai: I want what’s coming to me, Hebi.

Emilio throws up his hands and shakes his head. He looks to Jinzai and groans.

Emilio Vialpando: Yeah? And what’s coming to you, Drago? What the fuck is coming to you? We are about to win this damn tournament and earn our shot at the FGA World Tag Team Championship belts. What is coming to you?

Jinzai looks up at Emilio and answers with no hesitation.

Jinzai: ...I want the World, Hebi.

Seeing the look he’s getting, Jinzai carefully elaborates.

Jinzai: I want the world and everything in it for the last three years of grinning through my pain and suffering while someone else is handed the keys to the kingdom, leapfrogging off of my blood sweat and tears to get ahead. I want that for every second I spent in an ER, having to assure Kanna-Hime that I’m fine while getting my head scanned after falling off ladder after ladder, getting tossed off cage after cage only to be denied the opportunities I damn well EARNED when they tell me it isn’t enough. When is it ever? When, after being the go to guy for matches that their little experiments wouldn’t DREAM of doing, am I gonna get my due?

Jin collapses into a metal folding chair, dragging his hand through his hair stressfully.

Jinzai: That’s what I want, Hebi. The World is all I want out of this and if that makes me sound selfish and what not then fuck it, that’s what I’ll be.

Sighing, Jinzai pushes himself up and grabs the bag containing his ring gear.

Jinzai: Look, just… forget it. Forget I said anything. I’ll see you out there

He slings the bag over his shoulder and goes to walk towards the locker room door. Jinzai reaches for the handle and goes to leave, but stops short and tosses Emilio a glance over his shoulder.

Jinzai: I um… I’m not gonna fuck us over, Em. We came too far and put in too much work to screw us both out of a title shot.

He exits the room, leaving Emilio alone with his thoughts as the camera fades to black.

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage, to where three member of The New Murder, Dom Harter, Jaelynn Ramsey, and Fenrys, are all surrounding Spencer Burke. They’re all dressed in their leather jackets, with their bandanas around their necks. Smiles on all their faces - except Spencer, who has to introduce them.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with three members of The New Murder who’ll all be in action later tonight. Dom, I’ll start with you.

Dom Harter: Nahhh, you get that pleasure later, Spencer. Right now this is all about my boy Fenrys, and my girl Jaelynn. As they show the wrestling world what they’re capable of, why they were chosen to be in The New Murder, and why we’re leaving Patriot Games with a clean sweep. And first up is EL STRAAAAAVITO!

Harter slaps his hand down across Fenrys’ shoulder, and the masked man nods his head enthusiastically.

Fenrys: I--

Dom Harter: As he goes one on one with my boy Fenrys. And over the last few weeks--months, even--El Stravito has been biting off more than he chew. When he thought he’d make a name off Fenrys, when he thought he’d make a name off me. But I beat him back then…

Jaelynn Ramsey: Not bad for someone so green.

Jae chips in, referring to El Stravito’s minor experience advantage over Dom. Harter just laughs as he slaps his own chest.

Dom Harter: This rookie’s got some fight in him! But just like he did on that night, El Stravito is going to find himself in over his head, amirite, Fenrys?

Fenry’s nods and before Dom could say anymore, Fenry’s speaks up surprsing Spencer and the fans watching.

Fenrys: Right, boss.

Fenrys looks into the camera and growls for a moment.

Fenrys: Tonight, I have the pleasure of decimating some bonehead that even with his best efforts couldn’t even make it out with his hands raised in his first match in the Dynamic Duos Tournament. Against the pathetic pukes of Ace Watson and Owen Gonsalves for fucks sake! I guess because he got his ass handed to him in the tournament he felt he had to do some making up to the fans of FGA watching all around the world. Had to prove that he was actually worth a damn. So what’s the best thing to do to get the people behind you….Save some useless bitch like Ash Fi, as if she really needed saving. Yeah, you did a great job of that didn’t you Stravito?

He chuckles as Dom and Jae laugh along with him.

Fenrys: You didn’t prove a damn thing, Stravito. You haven’t proved yourself to be a threat to anyone around here. You think I’m scared of you? Huh? You think The New Murder fears you? Boy...You don’t even know what fear even smells like let alone looks like. You haven’t felt fear. But tonight, you sure as hell will. You may have got your ass dealt with by the boss, but now you’re mine. Now it’s my turn to pay and believe me, I’ve been waiting for this one for a long time. Fear is knocking on the front door and I can smell it creeping into your veins as we speak.

Fenrys sniffs around and takes a deep breath of joy.

Fenrys: Yeah...yeah I can smell the fear dripping out of you like some sweat covering your body on a hot day. This going to be fun for me, Stravito. Watching the hurt I will inflict on you. The pain. Begging for me to stop. Hoping that someone, just someone will be brave enough to come and save you. There’s no saving you Stravito. There’s no saving FGA. This is The New Murder’s playground now. And we’re just getting started.

Fenrys nods to himself and steps aside.

Spencer Burke: And Jaelynn, tonight you’re set to face off against a woman you’ve had a war of words with over recent weeks: Flavia Rocha. How are you feeling ahead of this one?

Jaelynn Ramsey: What is it she’s been saying lately: that she’ll be ok as long as the rest of The New Murder stay out of the way?

Behind her, Dom gives the Scout’s honor salute, just to let Flavia know that he’s on his best behavior.

Jaelynn Ramsey: That’s cute. Look, Flavia, I know you’re probably feeling all high and mighty because you won a six man tag but let's make one thing very clear. One on one, you won’t beat me. You can’t beat me, Flavia, and you know it. But you’ll boast that you were trained by a former FGA World Champion, as if I haven’t trained with one as well.

She looks towards Dom with a wry little smirk on her face.

Dom Harter: Taught her all she knows!

Jaelynn Ramsey: All the tricks of the trade that you’re too naive to know, Flavia. Or too clueless. I’m not sure. But tonight I’ll show you this the only way you’ll learn: in the ring. And why I’m part of the most dominant faction in FGA today. Why I’m going to become the next Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, and start bringing gold to The New Murder. So you, Flavia, you can be my stepping stone as I take my first step towards greatness.

Dom Harter: Because she’s the next big thing! But tonight is our night, and tonight belongs to The New Murder!

He says, and the three of them pull up their bandanas and pose with their arms outstretched to the side. With that, the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

SINGLES MATCH
Fenrys vs. El Stravito

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

“GIVE US YOUR GOLD!!!!!”

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from The Wolves Den! Weighing in at 178 pounds… FENNNNRYSSSSS!!!

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

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

Kris Cruise: The first time we laid our eyes on Fenrys was a little over two months ago, when he made his FGA debut as a member of The New Murder during the mass attack on Jimmy Page. Will Fenrys deliver another statement here tonight on?

Stephy Auger: Yes he will! Dom Harter left just enough of El Stravito for Fenrys to take care of here tonight. It’s going to be a clean sweep for The New Murder, Cruise! It all starts here in this one when Fenrys sets the table for the rest of his New Murder teammates.

The music starts and different colored lights flash around. Once the beat drops, El Stravito rolls out from the curtain and pops up on stage. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on each side.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from San José, Costa Rica! Weighing in at 185 pounds… ELLLLL STRAAAAAVIIIIITOOOOOO!!!

El Stravito dances to his music on the ring steps before flipping over the ropes into the ring. Stravito leaps on the top turnbuckle to hype the fans as the music dies down.

Kris Cruise: Several weeks ago, Stravito stopped Fenrys from injuring the young upstart Ash Fi. Ever since then, he’s been in The New Murder’s crosshairs!

Stephy Auger: Stravito should have just kept to himself. Instead, he stuck his nose in New Murder business. The Tenacious Little Bastard could have finished him off weeks ago. But he left just enough for Fenrys to finish off here in D.C.

The bell sounds as Fenrys and Stravito rush right at each other to start things off. The crowd cheers when Stravito knocks Fenrys down with a running shoulder block. He then runs into another set of ropes as Fenrys kips back up. When Stravito returns, he runs Fenrys over with another running shoulder block. Stravito then runs into another sets of ropes. When Stravito returns, Fenrys kips up and leap frogs over him. After Stravito runs into the ropes and comes back, Fenrys grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope. The crowd boos when Fenrys turns and howls at the Moon. But the boos turn to cheers once they realize that Stravito is still hanging on by the top rope. Fenrys turns around and does a double take. He then marches over to knock Stravito off. But Stravito pulls himself back up, wraps his legs around Fenrys’ neck and pulls him over the top rope and to the floor. After “skinning the cat,” Stravito turns and runs into the far ropes. When Fenrys returns to his feet and turns around, he gets flattened by a flipping suicide dive through the ropes from Stravito!

Kris Cruise: What a dive from the luchador!

Stephy Auger: Are you just going to ignore the fact that Stravito jumped Fenrys before the match even started?

Kris Cruise: What are you talking about? They ran at each other at the same time and Stravito has gotten the better of him ever since!

Stravito picks up Fenrys and rolls him back inside. After hopping onto the apron, he delivers a slingshot senton before turning over into a lateral press.

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Fenrys kicks out.

Stravito picks up Fenrys, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Fenrys and goes for an irish whip. But Fenrys reverses, sending the luchador across the ring. Fenrys immediately follows him across the ring. Instead of crashing into the corner, Stravito goes to vault himself over his oncoming opponent. But Fenrys is able to catch him across his shoulder. Fenrys then turns and goes for a running powerslam across the ring. But Stravito is able to slip down from behind and shove Fenrys into the ropes. When Fenrys returns, Stravito throws him down with an arm drag. When Fenrys gets back up, Stravito throws him back down with another arm drag. Once Fenrys gets back to his feet, Stravito rushes over and brings him down with a standing headscissors takedown. He makes the cover.

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Fenrys kicks out.

Kris Cruise: The speed of Stravito has been causing Fenrys trouble all night.

Stephy Auger: It’s still early, Cruise! This match is far from over.

Kris Cruise: Not if Fenrys doesn’t get on offense soon.

Stravito picks up Fenrys and goes for an irish whip. But Fenrys reverses, sending Stravito into the ropes. When Stravito returns, Fenrys sets up for a back body drop. Stravito sees it coming and goes to counter with a sunset flip. But Fenrys rolls through it and immediately follows up with a front dropkick. The crowd boos as he scrambles over and makes the cover.

Stephy Auger: There we go! A dropkick right to the mush!


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Stravito kicks out.

Fenrys picks up Stravito and wrenches his arm. He then delivers an arm wrench. After refusing to quit, Stravito rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of his own. Fenrys then rolls forward, bridges back, spins over onto his knees, flips over with a headstand, sends Stravito flipping down to the mat with a hard arm wrench and follows up with a standing senton. The boos continue as he reaches back and hooks the near leg.

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Stravito reverses into a grounded crucifix pin.

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Fenrys kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Fenrys rushes over and throws out a clothesline. But Stravito ducks and grabs him around the waist. Fenrys then rushes towards the ropes, wraps his arms around the top rope and yanks back, sending Stravito flying off his back and to the mat. After Stravito rolls back to his feet, Fenrys rushes over and throws out another clothesline. But Stravito rolls underneath it. When Fenrys turns around, Stravito executes a running hurricanrana. But Fenrys cartwheels out of it. When Stravito gets back to his feet, Fenrys rushes over and executes a running hurricanrana of his own. But Stravito is able to cartwheel out of it. After both grapplers turn and face each other, they throw out dropkicks at the same time. They then get back to their feet and throw out dropkicks at the same time again. After returning to their feet, Fenrys motions for a dropkick and the side steps as Stravito whiffs on the kick. Stravito tries to get up, but Fenrys nails him with a kick to the ribs. The boos continue as he brings Stravito back to his feet, brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker and follows up with a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg.

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Stravito kicks out.

Fenrys picks up Stravito and goes for an irish whip. But Stravito reverses, sending him into the corner. Stravito then rushes across the ring, but Fenrys cuts him off with a knee strike to the midsection. He then hoists himself up onto the middle ropes before bringing Stravito down with a diving sunset flip. But Stravito is able to roll through it and flip back over into a jackknife pin.

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Fenrys bridges up, turns over, turns again, hooks Stravito’s arms from behind and tries to bring him down into a backslide pin. But Stravito overpowers him and reverses into a backslide of his own.

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Fenrys slips out. He then throws out a Shining Wizard. Stravito ducks. But when Stravito puts his head back up, Fenrys clocks him from behind with a rear Shining Wizard. The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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Stravito gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Stravito isn’t look so hot now, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: I will admit that Fenrys has gotten the better of him over the last few minutes.

Fenrys picks up Stravito, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle five times. He then hoists Stravito up and sits him down with force across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Fenrys delivers clubbing strikes across the back of Stravito’s neck before going for an avalanche belly to back suplex. But in mid air, Stravito turns over and crashes down across Fenrys! The cheers continue as the ref slides over for the count.

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Fenrys kicks out.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Fenrys knocks Stravito down with a corkscrew enzuigiri. He makes the cover.

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Stravito gets his shoulder up.

Fenrys picks up Stravito and whips him into the ropes. When Stravito returns, Fenrys sets up for a back body drop. But Stravito stops, turns away from Fenrys and then rolls across his back. Once Fenrys stands up and turns around, he gets clocked by a spinning roundhouse kick. He makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Fenrys gets his shoulder up.

Stravito picks up Fenrys, moves him into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crow counts along.

crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EI-

Fenrys grabs Stravito, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop that sends Stravito four feet into the air before falling back down. The boos continue as Stravito lays on the mat holding himself in agony. After hopping onto the apron through the ropes, Fenrys gets back inside with a slingshot corkscrew elbow drop. Fenrys brings Stravito back to his feet, lifts him up and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. Fenrys watches as Stravito bounces off the rope and flip down to the canvas. Fenrys hops back out onto the apron through the ropes, scales to the top turnbuckle and flips off with a 630 Senton. But Stravito rolls out of the way, causing Fenrys to crash onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Fenrys missed! Nobody was home!

Stephy Auger: Come on, Fenrys! You’re still in this!

After struggling to get off his back, Fenrys slowly gets back to a vertical base. When he turns around, he gets rocked by a discus reverse elbow to the face. Stravito then quickly grabs a hold of him, brings him into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and plants him with a Tornado DDT. Stravito picks up Fenrys and whips him into the ropes. When Fenrys returns, Stravito spikes him with a frankensteiner. The luchador brings the New Murder member back to his feet, nails him a spinning backfist, then hits a dropkick to the knee and follows up with a Shining Wizard!

Kris Cruise: Stravito Special!

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The crowd cheers when “Gasolina (Blasterjaxx Remix)” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, EL STRAVITO!

The cheers continue when Stravito gets his arm raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: STRAVITOOOOOOOO gets his first win on an AxxessNet special after defeating Fenrys. So Stephy, what were you saying about tonight being a clean sweep for The New Murder?

Stephy Auger: Just shut up, would you?

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where the FGA World Tag Team Champions, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, are standing by. Both Dan and Peaches are ready dressed in their ring attire - with Peaches also wearing a new Raleigh Renegades t-shirt - ahead of their match later tonight, with the belts slung over their shoulders. Spencer Burke is standing between them, looking dapper as ever as the interview starts.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the FGA World Tag Team champion, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. Dan, Peaches, tonight you’re set to defend those titles against Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz. How are you feeling going into this one?

Dan Herrera: This is the moment we’ve been waiting for, Spencer; ever since we defeated The Elysian Empire and The Keisters back at All Star Showdown. Some call it the most important step in any title reign...

Peaches: That first defense. An’ the first obstacle we gotta get past.

Dan Herrera: That’s right. And ever since that night in Los Angeles, we’ve been preparing for this moment. Ever since it was announced that Pedro and Maritza would be our opponents for this match, we’ve been preparing for this moment.

Peaches: An’ it ain’t got any easier…

The champions share a nervous glance, but Peaches begins to chuckle before Dan cracks a smile.

Spencer Burke: I take it you’ve got some nerves building up.

Peaches: That’s an understatement if there ever was one, Spence. But like we’ve been sayin’ since we won ‘em, we’re gonna do eveythin’ we can to make sure these belts are defended with pride. An’ honor.

Dan Herrera: And to make sure these belts aren’t going anywhere. But that’s not a slight on Pedro and Maritza; we’re know they’re great wrestlers, we know they’re hungry for gold. They’ve worked their way up from LDFC, through 3GW, and now they’re here in FGA and ready to try and get what they’ve been dreaming of for the last two years.

Both Dan and Peaches pat the belts on their shoulders, smiling at one another as the interview continues.

Spencer Burke: It’s what every tag team here in FGA dreams of. And, of course, tonight we’ll find out the winner of the Dynamic Duos tournament as well. Are you looking forwards to seeing who’ll be in the final?

Peaches: Of course, Spence. We’ve already seen one semi final, the other’s coming up in a moment...

Spencer Burke: Are you going to let us know how you feel about that opening match tonight?

Peaches laughs.

Dan Herrera: You know the rules, Spencer. We’re not giving anything away when it comes to the Dynamic Duos. And before that’s over, and we find out who’ll be challenging for these belts at the next pay-per-view in a few months time, we’ve got to get that first defense under our belt.

Peaches: An’ that means we gotta do Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad things! An’ we gotta show these two exactly why we managed to beat The Elysian Empire back in June. An’ why we’re the best tag team in FGA today.

Dan Herrera: And yes, that includes The New Murder and Heroes Never Die. That includes Bristow & Barnes, and Serpent’s Touch. Pedro and Maritza are the next challenge we face, and trust me, Spencer, we’re leaving our nation’s capital with these tag titles.

With that, Dan and Peaches bump fists and walk away, effectively ending the interview as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

DDT3 SEMIFINALS
Upper Echelon vs. Shootcamp

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a semifinal match in the Dynamic Duos Three tournament!

As the scene fades back at ringside, the lighting goes pitch black as “Upper Echelon” by. Travis Scott feat. T.I. & 2 Chainz fades in. On the titantron a series of animal faces flash on the screen. As the horn sounds the lights being to flash like strobe lights until the actual song hits.

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first…

The camera pans down at the stage and there stood the duo of thee Upper Echelon, Emilio Vialpando & Jinzai! In the middle of them was their manager Tony Capone.

Pull out the zip, pull out the ride (roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon

The three men looked out to the crowd listening to their mixtures of cheers and boos. Emilio and Jinzai look at one another nodding symbolizing they was ready. The two speed demon duo sprints down the ramp and slide into the ring while Capone calmly walks down the ramp ignoring the fans on his way down.

J.A. Aldridge: On their way to the ring… At an combined weight of three hundred and ninety-five pounds and both standing at 6 feet tall...The Snake & The Dragon…...Emilio Vialpando & Jinzai…UPPPPPPERRR ECHEELLOOONNNN!

Both Emilio and Jinzai sprint over corner turnbuckles across from one another taunting the fans. They hop back down and move to the next turnbuckles doing the same. As Capone reaches the ring he applauds the two men. After they hop down from the turnbuckles they head over to their corner and talk with Capone until their music fades.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents…

The marching beat in the intro plays throughout the arena as immediately the crowd in attendance clap along to the beat, the front row smack the guardrail along to the beat as well. As soon as the song kicks in at about 15 seconds, Ace Watson and "Indestructible" Owen Gonsalves burst out from behind the curtain. Both men immediately go to opposite ends of the stage and engage with the crowd, hyped for their upcoming match. The crowd wait in anticipation and as the first line of the song hits, they chant it out along with Owen and Ace:

"I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND"

The hype behind the chanting of the first lyric in the song connects with Shootcamp as they shake hands like true gentlemen before making their way down to the ring, singing along with the song.

J.A. Aldridge: At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds, Owen Gonsalves and Ace Watson… SHOOOOOOOOTCAMP!

They both climb onto the apron before bursting up onto the turnbuckles to another ovation from the crowd before the hop into the ring. They meet in the middle as Owen falls into a cross legged seated position and does a gun gesture with his hand as Ace stands behind him and does a shotgun gesture. The song fades out as they move to a corner to discuss their match tactics, looking across the ring at Jinzai and Emilio.

Kris Cruise: On one side, we have Shootcamp. And on the other, we have, who many consider to be tournament favorites, Upper Echelon. The winner moves onto the finals--

Stephy Auger: AKA Upper Echelon moves onto the finals!

Kris Cruise: --and the winner will be one step away from victory. What a tournament this has been, Stephy, and with one team already confirmed, we’re about to narrow the field down to two. It looks like it starts with Gonsalves and Vialpando.

Emilio starts things off for his team while Owen Gonsalves does the same on his side. The bell sounds-- and Owen charges across the ring at Emilio without hesitation!

Kris Cruise: Owen with a head of steam--

Emilio counters, smashing into Gonsalves with a high knee strike, sending a shot howling through the arena!

Stephy Auger: And Emilio just cooled him off!

Owen immediately staggers back at the high knee strike and Emilio rushes forward for a second one to the temple, earning a roar from the crowd! Owen loses his balance, hitting the middle rope, but rebounds back to his feet as Emilio shoots the ropes-- and Owen charges after him, nailing a European Uppercut as soon as Emilio rebounds! Emilio falls against the middle rope now and both men collide, each one fighting for control over the other’s neck!

Kris Cruise: Now both men are fighting for the upper hand here. What an explosive start!

Emilio manages to wrench Owen in a cravat! Owen Gonsalves fights out of it with stiff shots to the ribcage, earning a warning from the referee, but it manages to get Emilio to loosen his hold! Owen slips his head free and pulls Emilio in close for a European Uppercut, followed by a second and a third that knock him to the ropes! Owen grabs his wrist and goes for an Irish Whip, but Emilio reverses, sending him into the ropes. Owen cries out and goes for a running European Uppercut-- but Emilio slides between his legs, rolls through and seamlessly locks in the Single Leg Crab!

Stephy Auger: Perfect counter! Upper Echelon with the submission win, minutes into this thing, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: That quickly, Shootcamp is in trouble!

Ace Watson looks dismayed at his partner’s predicament, but Owen immediately covers ground, using his forearms to crawl across toward his partner-- toward the outstretched hand of Ace Watson… and Ace manages to make the tag!

Kris Cruise: And that quickly, Watson gets tagged in!

Stephy Auger: Gah…

Jinzai shoots a warning at Emilio, who releases the hold and backpedals into the corner, catching the incoming Ace Watson with a back elbow to the jaw! Emilio rushes back at the rising Owen Gonsalves-- but gets caught and hoisted upside-down in the scoop position! Still holding his jaw, Watson climbs into the ring and charges at his partner, hitting Emilio with a Dropkick to the back-- knocking Owen to his rear to finish Emilio off with a Michinoku Driver! Owen rolls backwards out of the ring while Watson makes the cover!

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Emilio throws the shoulder up as Jinzai contemplates climbing into the ring. He shouts something at his partner that the cameras don’t quite pick up, but Watson is already pounding away with elbows to the back and base of the neck.

Kris Cruise: The point of those elbows just catching Emilio Vialpando in some crucial spots here!

Ace Watson drags Emilio back toward his corner, allowing Owen Gonsalves to tag himself in on his back.

Kris Cruise: What’s Shootcamp thinking here?

Ace nails a sharp elbow to the jaw, turning Emilio around. Ace hooks him for a rear waistlock and turns around while Owen ascends to the top rope. Ace pivots just as Owen leaps off, nailing a Sky Uppercut to the defenseless Emilio! The momentum knocks Ace back, allowing him to hit a rough German Suplex on Emilio! He bridges, allowing Watson to float over for the jackknife cover on Vialpando! The ref drops for the count!

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Jinzai flies into the ring with a Slingshot Senton Atomico! Watson cries out, clutching his ribs as he sits upright. He moves to his feet and swings at Jinzai-- but Jinzai ducks beneath him, setting Watson up for the Electric Chair despite the referee’s warnings! Emilio uses the ropes to pull himself up, looking back as Jinzai falls back-- and meets Watson on the way down with a Neckbreaker to a roar from the divided crowd! Owen Gonsalves looks on with his mouth agape from the apron!

Stephy Auger: Aha! Afterlife Paradise! At least the best one the team could muster under the circumstances…

The ref counts Jinzai out inside the ring, warning to disqualify Upper Echelon, but Jinzai steps out to the apron at the count of three. Emilio meanwhile rolls into the cover, hooking the near leg while the audience counts along!

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Ace Watson rolls his shoulder off of the canvas and Owen clutches the tag rope, stomping on the apron. Many in the audience rally behind him, clapping and stomping along to will Ace Watson to his corner. Emilio Vialpando is already up to his knees, making the short crawl to Jinzai to tag in his partner!

Kris Cruise: And now Jinzai is legal for the first time in this match! He’s wasting no time!

Stephy Auger: Nor should he, damnit. Both of these teams have everything to lose! We’re at the semifinals, Cruise!

Jinzai sprints past Watson, swinging at Owen Gonsalves! Owen drops down from the apron and Jinzai turns back to the rising Watson, blasting him with a shoot kick to the ribcage, knocking him to a knee-- and another shoot kick to the chest, staggering him! Watson cries out and rises up, smashing into Jinzai with an unrelenting European Uppercut to a pop from the crowd, but he staggers back to a knee as Jinzai bounces off the ropes and rebounds, nailing a stiff double-palm to the sternum-- followed by a snap kick to the jaw, knocking Watson to his back!

Stephy Auger: Metsu Hadokken!

Kris Cruise: Cover on Watson!

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The Nation’s Capital pops as Watson throws his shoulder off of the apron again. Once more, the rhythmic stomping and clapping of the audience picks up while Jinzai begins to stalk the rising Ace Watson.

Kris Cruise: Not sure if I agree with Jinzai’s tactics at this juncture. He had Ace Watson in a vulnerable position and could regret not following up-- OH!

Jinzai hits a Rolling Elbow to the base of Watson’s neck, sending the larger half of Shootcamp face-first to the canvas! The audience groans at the shot and Jinzai smirks, walking toward Owen Gonsalves, pointing a finger toward him-- but Gonsalves leaps the top rope and nails a Slingshot DDT to a massive roar from the audience!

Stephy Auger: ...okay, so you’re not gonna say anything about THAT?!

Kris Cruise: Haha, I don’t agree with it… but like you said, we’re at the semifinals! Shootcamp is taking no chances here against Upper Echelon, not even on the apron!

The referee gets in Owen’s face, reprimanding him for the move as a shocked Jinzai stares up at the lights. Owen steps back out to the apron, grabbing the tag rope, yelling for Watson to crawl! An ”OWEN!” chant breaks out inside the Capital One Arena and the FGA Grappler bounces on the apron, arm outstretched, anxious look in his eyes. Emilio paces on the opposite side of the ring and Capone leans on the apron, saying something to Jinzai that the cameras can’t quite pick up, but Jinzai seems to be completely out of it! Watson crawls toward his corner… and leaps up, making the tag!

Kris Cruise: Tag to Owen Gonsalves!

Owen yells for Watson to get up and pulls Jinzai up to his feet in a front facelock before switching to the wristlock position. He looks to be about to Irish Whip him-- and with a last gasp of energy, Watson hits Jinzai with a Bicycle Kick! Owen completes the maneuver, pulling Jinzai into the Darkest Lariat to complete “Dark Zero”! Jinzai corkscrews to the canvas and Owen drops to the mat, hooking both legs, leaning into a deep cover!

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Jinzai pops out of the cover, flipping all the way onto his stomach! The audience erupts into a mixed reaction but Owen wastes no time pulling Jinzai up by the hair and nailing him with a European Uppercut that knocks him into the corner while Ace recovers, lying on the apron. Owen runs to the center of the ring before pivoting and racing back, hitting Jinzai with a second European Uppercut! He throws him to the mat out of the corner, causing Jinzai to roll onto his back. Owen leaps to the second turnbuckle-- and leaps off with a Double Knee Moonsault!

Kris Cruise: Malicious Moonsault!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, with a little extra salt on it.

The audience roars for the added touch on the maneuver! Emilio Vialpando screams at Jinzai in Spanish and Owen Gonsalves hooks the far leg, leaning back for another deep cover!

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Again, Jinzai throws a shoulder off of the canvas, this time to more of a groan from the D.C. audience. Owen looks at the referee, dejected. He shakes his head a little, moving into a neutral corner to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. A ”D-D-T!” chant echoes throughout the arena, fans showing appreciation for the tournament. Owen slowly begins to pull himself up as Jinzai moves up to a knee. Jinzai staggers upright and Owen charges ahead for a jumping knee strike-- but Jinzai side-steps it and sends Owen toward UE’s corner! Emilio leaps up, hitting a modified Pele Kick on the apron, catching Owen across the temple with a shot that echoes throughout the arena! Emilio manages to flip to his feet, landing on the floor below!

Kris Cruise: GOOD LORD!

Stephy Auger: Teamwork! This is why they’re going to the finals!

The groggy Gonsalves staggers forward and Jinzai nails a Flowing Snap DDT! Tony Capone applauds from the outside, a smug expression crossing his face as Jinzai rolls back to his corner as Emilio leaps onto the apron. Jinzai pushes himself up and Emilio extends a hand for the tag-- and Jinzai, while smirking back at the fallen Owen, slaps Emilio’s chest. There is an audible ”OOOOHH…” from the audience, though Jinzai seems to have done it intentionally. Emilio mutters something to Jinzai as they switch spots from the ring to the apron… but Emilio quickly shifts his attention to Owen. With a glance out toward the audience, Emilio runs across the ring and leaps onto the second rope, nailing a Lionsault across the ribs!

Kris Cruise: Running Asai Moonsault! And--oh! Again!

Emilio scrambles to his feet and hits a second Lionsault! He hooks both legs and the ref makes the count!

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Owen Gonsalves kicks out with authority! He sits upright, hands clenched into fists, redfaced to a roar from the crowd! Emilio rises to a knee with a look of concern. He begins to club away at the rising Owen, but Owen yells out and nails a stiff European Uppercut! Emilio fires back with a forearm, and Owen nails another European Uppercut! Emilio hits another forearm-- and Owen nails a third European Uppercut! The shot turns Emilio around-- but Emilio goes for another Pele Kick! Owen catches his leg however, turning, twisting him into the Single Leg Crab!

Kris Cruise: There’s a receipt from earlier with the Single Leg Crab! Emilio Vialpando is in the middle of the ring!

Emilio cries out in pain as Owen leans back in the hold! Tony Capone says something to Jinzai, who shakes his head at Emilio, but leans over the top rope, extending his arm!

Kris Cruise: Again, I’m noting some tension here between your favorites, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Jinzai just wasn’t trying to waste any unnecessary energy until he was sure Emilio was within arms’ reach!

Emilio uses his fists to crawl across the ring, squinting from the pain as he reaches out for Jinzai, fingertips only inches away…

...and Owen Gonsalves pulls him back to the center of the ring to a pop from the crowd! Emilio places his hands on his head, digging his fingers into his hair in frustation-- but he manages to roll onto his back and kick at Owen! Owen falls as well, but maintains a grip on the leg, applying a grounded Leg Bar! Emilio howls out in agony and rolls onto his stomach! Owen immediately rises to his knees and pulls Emilio back, locking him up in the Surfboard Stretch, first onto his knees-- and then rolling onto his back, suspending Emilio above him in the hold! Emilio cries out in agony, but shakes his head when the referee asks if he wants to submit! Jinzai rolls his eyes, muttering to Capone as he kneels down on the apron.

Kris Cruise: Jinzai doesn’t look happy. He can feel the finals slipping away!

Stephy Auger: Watch your tongue…

Finally, Owen has no choice but to release the hold from exhaustion, but he rolls Emilio up into a La Magistral pin! The ref checks the shoulders, but one of Emilio’s shoulders is propped up off the canvas! Owen shifts his weight slightly and finally the ref makes the count!

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Owen staggers to his feet and falls back into his corner-- where Ace Watson tags himself in! Owen gives Ace a nod and runs forward-- but Emilio catches Owen with a Back Body Drop! Owen hits the canvas hard, rolling out of the ring… but Watson blasts Emilio across the face with a Running Dropkick! Emilio flips onto his back from the momentum and Watson forces him over, stacking him up for a pin!

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Emilio throws the shoulder off the canvas!

Stephy Auger: The kickout!

Watson forces Emilio up to his feet… but Emilio fights back with a hard slap to the face! He goes to Irish Whip Ace Watson, but Watson reverses it-- and Emilio dives through the ropes to the outside, nailing the rising Owen Gonsalves with a Suicide Dive! The audience roars as Owen is driven into the barricade! Watson glares, making his way to the ropes… but Jinzai runs across the apron and nails a High Impact Palm Strike to Watson’s face!

Kris Cruise: Hey! Gō no Ken from the illegal member of Upper Echelon, Jinzai!

Stephy Auger: I bet if Owen did it you wouldn’t complain.

Watson stumbles back away from the ropes, falling to a seated position in the center of the ring. Jinzai winks at Emilio, who shouts something at him in Spanish-- but quickly realizes his opportunity and climbs back onto the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle. Emilio leaps from the top-- and smashes into the seated Watson with a knee strike!

Kris Cruise: Right to the side of the head!

Emilio kips up to his feet, yelling out into the audience which, for the moment, responds with a mixed reaction. He motions for Watson to climb upright… but Jinzai yells for the tag! Emilio looks back at Jinzai, clearly saying “I got it” but Jinzai insists on the tag. Emilio looks between Jinzai and the grounded Ace Watson before shaking his head at Jinzai and going back to pull Watson up…

...but Watson catches his slightly smaller opponent with an Inside Cradle! The ref, in perfect position, drops down!

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Jinzai races into the ring and throws his shoulder into the side of his own partner, knocking him free from the hold! Emilio pushes himself up and Jinzai puts a finger in his face, saying something along the lines of “I told you so”, but Emilio waves him off. Jinzai rolls his head and turns around-- right into a stiff, Running European Uppercut from Owen Gonsalves!

Stephy Auger: WHAT! GONSALVES OUT OF NOWHERE!

The impact sends both Owen and Jinzai through the ropes! Jinzai crashes straight to the floor to a roar from the crowd while Owen lands on the apron! Emilio looks on in surprise, but he’s caught again, this time with a Schoolboy! The ref makes the count!

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Emilio leaps out of the move, stumbling into the ropes-- but Gonsalves nails him with a European Uppercut from the apron! Spit flies from Emilio’s mouth and he falls back again, this time into a Full Nelson from Watson! The audience roars, but Emilio desperately fights out of it, wrenching an arm free and nailing one… two… three back elbows to the head of Ace Watson! Emilio shoots the ropes and comes back for a Clothesline, but Watson thinks the same! Both competitors collide, spiraling violently to the canvas! Owen reaches his corner again, stomping his foot to will Watson to his corner!

Kris Cruise: Emilio’s only a few inches from his corner, but Jinzai’s still down on the outside!

Emilio crawls into his corner, breathing heavily, holding his head in pain while Capone tries to urge Jinzai up on the outside. On the other side of the ring, Watson uses his knees and elbows to crawl. Jinzai finally uses the ring skirt to pull himself up, climbing onto the apron with a loud groan. He glares across the ring at Gonsalves and reaches down, slapping hands with Emilio to tag himself in. Jinzai steps into the ring-- but Watson suddenly bolts to his corner and tags in Gonsalves, who leaps over the top rope, glaring right back at Jinzai. The two meet in the center of the ring, jawing off to one another… and it’s Jinzai who strikes first with a quick, sharp kick to the thigh! Gonsalves staggers back, but cries out and hits a European Uppercut! He follows up with an Enzuigiri that reels Jinzai… but Jinzai nails a shoot kick to the jaw of the kneeling Gonsalves afterwards, knocking him flat on his back!

Jinzai stalks Owen to his feet! He yells for him to get up and Owen has to use the turnbuckles to assist himself. With a scowl, he turns back toward Jinzai-- who leaps into the air for a jumping Cutter!

Stephy Auger: Jinzai Cu-- nope!

Owen shoves Jinzai away in mid-air! Jinzai hits the ropes and rebounds as Owen rushes forward for a Bicycle Knee Strike! Jinzai shoulder-rolls out of harm’s way, but Owen shoots the ropes and comes back for a Handspring…

...and springs right into a Jumping Cutter from Jinzai, driving him into the canvas!

Kris Cruise: OWEN! Hit with a Cutter while looking for his own!

Stephy Auger: There is the Jinzai Cutter!

Jinzai shoves Owen Gonsalves onto his back and hooks the far leg, grapevining the near one with a cackle as the referee emphatically makes a count!

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Owen Gonsalves slides a foot beneath the bottom rope, just for a moment, but it prompts the referee to break the count! Jinzai slowly turns a glare toward the referee, rising to his feet with a look of annoyance. Emilio rolls his eyes on the ref, clapping his hands to get his partner to focus, but Jinzai admonishes the ref instead, saying something that the cameras can’t completely pick up. The ref warns Jinzai, not backing down, and Owen uses Jinzai’s arm to pull himself to his feet behind him…

...and Jinzai throws the leg back, nailing a stiff mule kick low blow! The audience groans as Owen slowly falls back to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Jinzai was obscuring the official’s vision! The referee saw nothing there…

Jinzai abruptly turns away from the ref and winks at Emilio again, who grabs the tag rope and shakes his head at his partner. Watson yells obscenities, realizing what’s happened, but Jinzai pulls Owen up, hitting a European Uppercut for good measure, turning and grinning at Watson afterward, before turning back to Owen and throwing him into UE’s corner. He tags in Emilio and hoists Owen up for a Spinebuster-- right as Emilio slingshots himself into the ring and hits a Sit-Out Clothesline on Gonsalves! Owen clutches the back of his head in pain and Jinzai rolls out to the apron, but immediately tags himself back in on Emilio’s back! Emilio looks prepared to finally go off on his partner, but Jinzai points to the turnbuckles in a neutral corner, while he goes to the other one. Emilio sighs and obliges, stepping out to the apron and ascending to the top!

Kris Cruise: Owen’s in the center of the ring! He hasn’t been able to capitalize since that low blow from Jinzai! What are Upper Echelon thinking here?!

Both of them stand on the top turnbuckle while the referee begins a five-count… and both leap off for Frog Splashes at the same time!

Stephy Auger: Here we go!

Owen rolls backwards, briefly staggering to his feet as the Upper Echelon crash upon empty canvas to a roar from the crowd!

Kris Cruise: There they go…

Owen falls backwards, seated on the bottom rope as he catches his breath. He stumbles to his feet again and moves to his corner, tagging in Ace Watson! Ace enters the ring and watches as Emilio pushes himself to his hands and knees while Jinzai reaches his feet. Ace rushes across the ring, stepping up off Emilio’s back and delivers an Enzuigiri to Jinzai, knocking him to the canvas! Watson shoots the ropes and comes back at the rising Vialpando, smashing into him with a European Uppercut! He hooks the far leg for a cover, but the referee calls off the pin!

Kris Cruise: Jinzai is still the legal competitor! Watson is--!

Ace shoves Emilio away and turns back toward Jinzai, but Jinzai leaps into the air and delivers a Jinzai Cutter, spiking Ace Watson into the mat!

Stephy Auger: Another Jinzai Cutter! Goodnight, Watson!

Jinzai shakes the cobwebs out before slowly crawling over to his downed opponent, rolling across him and hooking the far leg for a cover!

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Owen Gonsalves drags Jinzai out of the ring and begins to hammer away with European Uppercut after European Uppercut to a roar from the crowd! Jinzai’s head smashes back against the bottom rope each time until the count is up to six! He hits a thumb to Gonsalves’ eye, but falls to the ground in exhaustion himself.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The referee begins to administer his ten-count, but Jinzai rolls onto the apron, half of his body inside the ring. Ace Watson lies motionless in the center of the ring and Jinzai grins, pulling himself to his feet and slowly making his way to the turnbuckles. His eyes are glassy from the barrage of Uppercuts, but he ascends to the top-- and Ace Watson springs to his feet! Jinzai’s eyes widen along with Emilio’s! Watson rushes the turnbuckles and nails a chop to the chest of Jinzai! Jinzai kicks him away, but Watson rushes back, stepping up to the top turnbuckle and hooking him for a Superplex!

Kris Cruise: Precarious position here…

Stephy Auger: This isn’t even the finals!

Jinzai hits sharp elbows to the back of the head and base of the neck! He turns to the side and pulls Ace onto the top rope in a precarious position, earning an ”...OOOOOOHHHHHH…” from the crowd. Both men balancing on the top, Jinzai hits three more stiff elbows to the back of Watson’s neck! He points to the apron and positions Watson for a Cutter while the audience roars, coming to their feet in unison, though Emilio and Capone scream for Jinzai not to do it!

Kris Cruise: What is he…?

Stephy Auger: OH GOD.

Jinzai leaps into the air for the Cutter-- and Watson grabs him in a Full Nelson in mid-air, leaping into the ring for the Replay, driving his own back to the mat to hit Jinzai with the high-impact Backstabber! Jinzai bounces high into the air off the knees of Watson and lands roughly on his back in the center of the ring! Watson throws one arm over to him… but collapses just an inch short of Jinzai!

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!

Owen, once again standing on the apron, nursing his left eye, looks on in shock, but yells for Watson to cover him! Watson groggily looks up and crawls toward Jinzai again…

...but Jinzai is pulled away as Emilio reaches in under the bottom rope and drags Jinzai out of Watson’s reach! Watson dives for Jinzai again-- but Emilio pulls Jinzai completely out of the ring, earning his first deafening chorus of boos from the D.C. audience. The ref, fed up, immediately begins his ten count.


”ONE!”


”TWO!”


Kris Cruise: And now, at least temporarily, Emilio Vialpando, at the behest of Tony Capone, has managed to save his partner and spare him from-- oh my God!

From opposite sides of the rings, both Emilio and Owen round opposite corners, sprinting full-speed at Upper Echelon! Emilio throws himself onto the apron to avoid the collision, but Watson hits Jinzai from behind with a European Uppercut, only for Jinzai to catch a European Uppercut to the jaw from Owen a millisecond later, sending a sickening smack through the arena! Jinzai spirals through the air, hitting the floor.

Stephy Auger: EMILIO!

Emilio Vialpando runs across the apron, walking up the ropes like a staircase halfway up before springboarding off the top for a Senton Bomb, landing on both members of Shootcamp, with Gonsalves taking the brunt of the aerial assault!

Stephy Auger: I don’t even know what the hell that was!

Kris Cruise: Nor do I! Listen to this place!

The audience reaches a fever pitch and Emilio clutches his ribs, first rolling the stirring Ace Watson into the ring before rolling Jinzai into the ring in front of his own corner at the ref’s count of ”NINE!”! Clutching the tag rope, Emilio vaults onto the apron and reaches over the ropes, tagging himself in on Jinzai’s shoulder. He immediately ascends to the top rope, looking at the fallen Watson-- and leaps off with the Corkscrew Shooting Star Press!

Kris Cruise: Watson moved! But look, Emilio lands on his feet! He rolled through the Deseandro Astro!

Emilio staggers a bit, but turns and runs the ropes, going for a Lionsault instead! Again, Watson moves and again, Emilio lands on his feet. Watson reaches a knee and throws a hard strike into Emilio’s gut-- to which Emilio responds with a knee lift! Watson staggers back against the ropes and Emilio hits a high jumping knee strike to a pop from the audience, knocking Watson back into the ropes again-- and Watson responds with a stiff Running Bicycle Kick to the jaw! Emilio staggers back, but neither man goes down, instead, groggily meeting in the center of the ring. Both men look prepared to collapse… but both pivot and shoot the ropes at the same time, rebounding toward each other-- and Emilio dives onto the canvas, forcing Watson to leap over him! Watson stops short of the ropes and turns back to Vialpando, who races past him and leaps onto the middle rope and then steps onto the top, performing what looks to be a Springboard Moonsault, which Watson stoops down to avoid-- but Emilio catches him with a Reverse DDT on the way down, driving him to the mat! Emilio rolls away from the momentum but catches himself and begins to crawl back toward Watson…

...and Watson is dragged away! Emilio dives again, going to cover Watson, but Watson is dragged closer to Shootcamp’s corner as Owen Gonsalves pulls him by the boot! He hops back onto the apron, blood pouring from his ear thanks to the Senton Bomb-- and he gets the tag from Ace Watson!

Kris Cruise: Owen with one out of the Upper Echelon playbook!

Stephy Auger: Thief…

Emilio reaches his feet and goes to hit a hard right hand on Owen, but Owen ducks and runs to the UE corner, nailing Jinzai-- who’s finally reached his feet-- with a Running Dropkick to the ribcage, knocking him to the floor! He turns as Emilio runs forward for a high-knee, but Owen moves out of the way and sends Emilio into UE’s own corner! Emilio lands on the middle turnbuckle and Owen grabs his head, pulling it down quickly between his torso and the top turnbuckle, trapping his head! Owen steps back-- and rushes forward with a knee strike between Emilio’s legs perfectly nailing him in the head! Emilio flips onto his back from the impact and Owen sits on him in an inverted rana-style pin!

Kris Cruise: Tony Capone! What the hell is he doing?!

Capone has leapt onto the apron, commanding the referee’s attention right before Owen’s pin! He scream that Owen hit a “low blow!” but the referee motions to his eyes, indicating that he knows it wasn’t! The crowd counts to three for the ref and boos, but Owen stands up and nods to Ace Watson, hitting an Irish Whip on Emilio-- sending him into a European Uppercut from Ace! Emilio is turned around into a Running European Uppercut from Owen, and in turn knocked around into another one from Ace! Emilio staggers backwards into an knee strike from Owen Gonsalves, knocking Emilio back into the neutral corner. Ace Watson nails a Running Enzuigiri and lands on all-fours, while Owen promptly runs off of his back and hits one of his own! Capone is beside himself on the apron, finally hopping down!

Stephy Auger: Je-- REF!

Kris Cruise: Capone’s distraction backfired!

Watson rolls out to the apron as the ref turns around, and Owen hits the groggy Emilio with a Snap Release Suplex, driving him to the center of the ring.

Kris Cruise: What the hell is Jinzai doing here on the outside?

Stephy Auger: Looks like he’s about to open-hand slap our timekeeper.

As Watson goes to walk back to his corner, he’s struck from behind in the back with an object from Jinzai! Watson cries out in agony and falls to the mat while Jinzai hides the item at his side, half-walking, half-staggering back across the ring. Owen looks down at his fallen partner in confusion while the ref warns him about his time on the turnbuckles… and Jinzai tosses a bell hammer back to the upset-looking timekeeper.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Kris Cruise: Jinzai just hit Watson with the hammer from that ring bell! Ace Watson is down! Owen Gonsalves is not though, look!

Owen looks back at the still-motionless Emilio Vialpando and turns, going for the Corkscrew 630 Senton-- the Corkscrew Crash!

...and Vialpando rolls out of the way, causing Owen to crash violently to the canvas! Emilio wastes no time forcing him up to his feet and into a front facelock before lifting him into the air-- and driving him to the mat with the Sit-Down Brainbuster, the Vipor Strike!

Kris Cruise: VIPOR STRIKE!

Emilio rolls onto Owen, hooking the far leg and grapevining the near one while many in the audience count along and many boo as Jinzai grins, celebrating prematurely on the middle rope.

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After some delay, the bell sounds and “Upper Echelon” hits the PA system.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, advancing to the finals of the Dynamic Duos tournament… UPPPEEERRR EEEECHELOOONNNNNNN!

The referee briefly raises the hands of both men before Tony Capone shoos him away and raises the arms of Jinzai and Emilio.

Stephy Auger: I told you! Look at that! Look at your Dynamic Duo, Kris! Look at your soon-to-be Tag Team Champions!

Kris Cruise: …

Owen rolls from the ring, checking on his partner. Ace is able to reach a knee, clutching his back, but he glares up at the two men in the ring. Jinzai celebrates on the turnbuckles, pointing his own finger-gun at every member of the audience while Emilio throws up “LA” with his fingers on the opposite side of the ring, looking back over his shoulder at his partner who continues to taunt the audience. We fade away from the ring.

[FGA Office]

We open up in the backstage area where we immediately see the exhausted face of Ashlyn De Luca. She leans against the wall inside of the Chaotics locker-room and looks over toward Logan Alexander, visible seated in a chair still in his gear, angled toward the monitor. After a moment, it’s impossible for her to contain a smile that crosses her face.

Ashlyn De Luca: One more…

Logan Alexander: We’re already at the end.

He turns and looks over towards Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: Enjoy this moment we have right now. Just take it all in. We’ve been working for this… and now, we have one monsterous obstacle standing between us and achieving our goal.

He smiles.

Logan Alexander: What’s one more upset victory for a team that has handed out three in a row?

Ashlyn De Luca: You know… at this point if we go out there, stand toe to toe with um… “Gods”, and come out on the other end as the winners of DDT3, how many people are gonna still call it an upset?

She wipes sweat from her forehead.

Ashlyn De Luca: We were overlooked, but at this point we--

Ashlyn stops abruptly, eyes drifting toward the doorway and Logan’s soon follow. The camera pans out and we see Spencer Burke walk into frame, microphone in hand. He gives Ashlyn an impressed nod… almost a gesture of acceptance. He gives Logan a pleasant nod as well before beginning.

Spencer Burke: Logan Alexander, Ashlyn De Luca, at this point I wanted to congratulate the two of you for overcoming Smart Style earlier tonight. And… admittedly, I wanted to offer a small apology.

Ashlyn raises a brow in curiosity.

Ashlyn De Luca: We’re listening.

Spencer Burke: Our exchanges over the past few weeks, particularly at the press conferences, haven’t been the most palatable. I’m sorry for my involvement in that. With a lot of the antics that went down during everything, it was easy to feel mocked, but as a journalist, I should--

Ashlyn De Luca: It’s fine.

Ashlyn smirks and points a finger-gun in Burke’s direction.

Ashlyn De Luca: You’re lucky we’ve got our hands full with Upper Echelon already, or we’d do battle over some of those shady ass looks you keep casting our way.

Spencer reacts with a hard blink before continuing.

Spencer Burke: With one match already behind you, with the Dynamic Duos finals looming, has anything changed since this morning? Now that you’re finally here in the moment, are you guys still the confident Chaotics we saw just hours ago?

Logan Alexander: What could have happened to shake that confidence Spencer? We came out on the right end of our semifinal match and now we’re facing the team that we figured would be the most likely one to get into the finals from their side of the brackets. There is nothing that Upper Echelon brings to the ring that has shaken the confidence we have in beating them. Even if they were coming into this match fresh and at one hundred percent I’d still believe that we could achieve victory. I’ve done it in the past against other opponents, so I never accept defeat as something inevitable.

Spencer turns the mic toward Ashlyn, who looks him dead in the eye.

Ashlyn De Luca: I stashed a crab mallet under the ring. We covered our bases.

Spencer sighs, narrowing his eyes to fish for a response, but Ashlyn continues.

Ashlyn De Luca: Look. We’re still sure we’re gonna kick holes through their faces. Jinzai and Emilio bring a dynamic unlike anything we’ve come up against… but so far, every team’s been unique, man. They’re “Gods” fine, but how do “Gods” react amongst chaos? Know what I mean? I don’t know if, on paper, or like, statistically, we’re better than them. Maybe we aren’t. But I do think we’re gonna win, Spencer.

She claps a hand on his shoulder, smiling broadly.

Ashlyn De Luca: I do think we’re gonna win.

Ashlyn continues to look into the eyes of the interviewer for a few moments before striding past him, out of the locker room. Logan shakes his head slightly as Ashlyn leaves, but he smirks the whole time.

Logan Alexander: We’re ready to go Spencer. We learn, we adapt, we fight smart and we don’t hold back. I believe it was said that God created the world from chaos, but I don’t believe that even He was able to tame chaos itself. We’re not going to let Upper Echelon tame us out there in the ring. We will find a way to endure. We intend for the Chaotics to be the last ones standing in that ring tonight.

He nods to Spencer and pats him on the shoulder.

Logan Alexander: See you on the other side Spence.

With that, he heads off after his partner. Spencer turns back to the camera a few seconds after Logan has departed, nodding to the camera.

Spencer Burke: Just a little later tonight, here at Patriot Games, the Chaotics go up against Upper Echelon in the finals of the third annual Dynamic Duos tournament in what promises to be a classic tag team bout. But first, we’ve got a stacked lineup ahead of us inclu--

In the background, we can clearly see Evan Envi make his way into the locker-room. Spencer catches this on the camera’s feedback and pauses, turning to glance at the Chief, who doesn’t utter a word… just calmly sits down in one of the folding chairs in the Chaotics dressing room. Envi scoots the chair closer, creating a dragging sound across the ground as he plants himself right in front of the monitor, comfortably leaning back, his back completely turned to Spencer and the camera now. Spencer Burke slowly turns away, back toward the cameraman and shrugs.

Spencer Burke: ...and now, back to the action.

We slowly fade away from the scene.

[FGA Office]

SINGLES MATCH
Jaelynn Ramsey vs. Flavia Rocha

The opening guitar of “Bang Bang Bang” by Dorothy hits and Flavia Rocha emerges from the back. She flips her hood back and looks around the arena, walking down the aisle she raises her arms out and meanders back and forth bent over like she’s flying as she approaches the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Florianapolis, Brazil… FLAAAAVIAAAA ROOOOCHAAAA!!!!

Climbing onto the apron she gives the crowd a thumbs up and slides through the ropes, whipping off her coat in a fluid motion and tossing it into the corner. She extends her index fingers high overhead together and then brings them down doing a 360 and pointing at the crowd before she lowers her arms and prepares for the match to start.

Kris Cruise: Flavia Rocha has drawn the ire of Jaelynn Ramsey since her very first day on the job. Since then, Ramsey has made it a point to go after Flavia. But the last time these two were in the ring together, Ramsey was on the losing end of a Six Man Tag Team Match.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, The New Murder were on the losing end of that Six Man Tag. But she won’t be on the losing end tonight!

"No Regrets" by the Sohodolls begins to play throughout the venue. A small cloud of smoke appears on stage, outlining the silhouette of a petite woman. The woman, revealed to be Jaelynn Ramsey walks through the cloud and onto the ramp. She walks down the ramp completely ignoring the fans.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, representing The New Murder! From Oakland, California… JAAEEEEELYNNNN RAAAAAAMSEYYYYY!!!

She then walks up the steel steps, entering through the ring ropes. As the music fades out, she backs into a turnbuckle, doing a last second stretch before go-time.

The bell sounds as both grapplers rush to the center of the ring and engage in a snug collar-and-elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, Ramsey moves Rocha into the ropes. Rocha then turns and presses Ramsey against the ropes. Ramsey then turns and presses Rocha up against the turnbuckles. The ref then scurries over and gives both grapplers until a count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Once both grapplers let go, Ramsey pushes Rocha to boos from the crowd. The boos then turn to cheers when Rocha shoves her down to the canvas. After slapping the canvas, Ramsey gets back to her feet and piefaces Rocha. She then wallops Rocha with a slap.

Stephy Auger: I bet Flavia’s family heard that slap all the way down in Florianopolis!

When Rocha turns back to Ramsey, she knocks her down with a slap to the face. Ramsey gets back up, but she gets quickly knocked back down by a punch to the face. After Ramsey gets back to her feet, Rocha grabs her and goes for an irish whip. But Ramsey reverses and sends her into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey goes for a back elbow to the face. But Rocha ducks and runs into the far ropes She then leaps across the ring and knocks Ramsey down with a crossbody.

ONE!
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Ramsey kicks out.

Rocha picks up Ramsey, wrenches her arm and then pulls her into a side headlock. Ramsey then shoves Rocha off of her and into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey sets up for a back body drop. Rocha then stops, grabs Ramsey by the hair and throws her down face-first with a reverse mat slam. After Ramsey rolls over onto her back, Rocha lifts up her legs, wraps her arms around them and leans back, catapulting Ramsey into the corner. As Ramsey stumbles back, Rocha grabs Ramsey from behind, runs into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. Rocha slams her so hard into the turnbuckle that Ramsey bounces four feet into the air before dropping back to the canvas. The crowd continues to cheer as Rocha circles the ring while waving Ramsey up. Once Ramsey returns to her feet, Rocha runs towards the ropes. As Rocha turns around, she gets nailed with the Lip Buster (Flying Chuck). She makes the cover.

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Ramsey gets her shoulder up.

Rocha picks up Ramsey, moves her against the ropes and delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Ramsey and goes for an irish whip. But Ramsey reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey leapfrogs over her. Rocha continues to run into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey swings her arm around Rocha’s neck and locks on a sleeper hold.

Kris Cruise: Ramsey’s got the sleeper hold applied! She could put this one away right here!

The crowd boos as Rocha can be seen flailing her arms around. The boos then turn to cheers when she reaches up, grabs Ramsey by the head and drops down into a seated neckbreaker, sending Ramsey stumbling back into the corner.

Stephy Auger: She just pulled on Ramsey’s hair!

After turning over and getting back to her feet, Rocha rushes into the corner to attack. But she gets nailed with a back elbow to the face. The boos continue when Ramsey grabs her by the hair and repeatedly slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After Ramsey turns Rocha around, Ramsey sends her slumping down in the corner as she chokes her with both hands.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Ramsey lets go before stomping a mudhole in Rocha. She then pulls Rocha back up by the hair before sending her slumping back down into the corner with a punch to the face. After scraping her boot across the face of Rocha, Ramsey brings her back up, grabs two handfuls of hair and flings her out of the corner. The crowd boos as Rocha twirls in the air before landing on her back. Rocha tries to get up, but Ramsey runs out of the corner and knocks her over onto her back with a punt kick to the ribs. After Rocha turns back over on all fours, she tries to get back up. But a running dropkick from Ramsey sending her stumbling across the ring, falling through the ropes and landing on the outside. The crowd boos as Ramsey taunts them while circling the ring.

Kris Cruise: Ramsey should be spending less time taunting and more time staying on her opponent!

Stephy Auger: Yet you didn’t have anything to say when Flavia was prancing around the ring.

As Rocha starts to pick herself up on the outside, Ramsey turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she leaps through the ropes and knocks Rocha down with the Jaegerbomb (suicide dive)!

Stephy Auger: Ramsey wipes out Flavia! Look at her, Cruise! She’s out of it!

Ramsey picks up Rocha, rolls her back inside, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Rocha gets her shoulder up.

Ramsey picks up Rocha and sends her stumbling into the corner with a throat thrust. After heading into the corner and delivering a kick to the midsection, Ramsey grabs Rocha by the wrist, leads her out of the corner and knocks her down with a short-arm clothesline. She makes the cover.

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Rocha gets her shoulder up.

Ramsey picks up Rocha and goes for an irish whip. But Rocha reverses, sending Ramsey into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, the crowd boos when she tackles Rocha down with a Lou Thesz Press before hammering her with elbow strikes to the head. Ramsey then picks up Rocha and whips her into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey knocks her down with a crooked arm lariat. She then begins waving Rocha back up. Once Rocha starts to get back to her feet, Ramsey rushes over and knocks her down with another crooked arm lariat. Ramsey turns to taunt the crowd before turning back to Rocha. Ramsey begins waving up Rocha while Rocha stirs on the canvas. Once Rocha slowly turns over and gets back to her feet, Ramsey rushes over and throws out a third crooked arm lariat. This time, Rocha ducks. When Ramsay turns around, she gets caught with a Pelé Kick!

Kris Cruise: All that taunting finally caught up to Ramsey!

As Ramsey gets back up, Rocha rushes over and hits a hurricanrana, sending Ramsey through the ropes. After Ramsey pulls herself up on the apron using the ropes, Rocha runs over and connects with a bicycle kick, knocking Ramsey off the apron and to the floor. While Ramsey starts to pick herself up off the floor, Rocha turns and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, cheers and applause are heard after she flips over the top rope and knocks Ramsey down with a topé con hilo!

Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off for Flavia with that dive to the outside! Now it’s Ramsey that looks worse for wear!

Rocha pulls herself up using the edge of the apron before climbing up onto the apron. She then heads over, scales to the top turnbuckle and crouches down. Once Ramsey returns to her feet and turns around, Rocha stands up, flips back and knocks Ramsey down with a moonsault!

Kris Cruise: Ramsey got caught with the moonsault!

Stephy Auger: But Flavia isn’t going for the cover!

Rocha picks up Ramsey and rolls her back inside. After climbing up onto the apron, Rocha heads over and scales back to the top turnbuckle. Once Ramsey gets to her feet and turns around, Rocha leaps off and knocks her down with a diving crossbody!

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TH-NO!

Ramsey gets her shoulder up.

Rocha picks up Ramsey and goes for an irish whip. But Ramsey reverses, sending Rocha into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Ramsey sets up for a back body drop. But Rocha counters with a kick to the face, then a spinning leg sweep, followed by a jumping elbow drop. She makes the cover.

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Ramsey gets her shoulder up.

Rocha picks up Ramsey and goes for an irish whip. But again, Ramsey reverses, sending Rocha into the ropes. As soon as Rocha bounces into the ropes, Ramsey goes to leap across the ring and hit Ramsey with a flying forearm. But Ramsey pulls the ref into the way, resulting in boos from the crowd. Rocha then pulls back at the last moment as she lands right in front of the ref. As soon as Rocha moves the ref out of the way, the crowd boos when Ramsey thumbs her in the eye. She then places Rocha in a facelock before planting her with a DDT. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Rocha gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: The DDT only got a count of two. But the CHEAPSHOT did turn the tide in this match!

Stephy Auger: Oh quit your whining, Cruise!

Ramsey picks up Rocha and goes for an irish whip. But Rocha reverses, sending Ramsey hard into the corner. After Ramsey stumbles out of the corner, Rocha throws her down with a back body drop. She then scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps back and connects with a diving reverse elbow! She makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

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

Kris Cruise: I thought she had it there!

Stephy Auger: I bet you did...

Rocha picks up Ramsey and goes for an irish whip. But again, Ramsey reverses and sends Rocha into the ropes. When Rocha returns, she brings Ramsey down with a Sling Blade! Rocha gets to her feet and plays to the crowd as Ramsey turns over and crawls to the ropes. As Ramsey slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, Rocha runs up from behind and goes for the Sand Attack (jumping reverse bulldog). But Ramsey hangs onto the top rope for dear life, causing Rocha to slip down and smack the back of her head hard against the canvas. As Rocha turns over and tries to get up, Ramsey runs over and connects with a scissors kick to the back of the head. After dragging Rocha into position, Ramsey steps out onto the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle and crouches down. While Rocha slowly gets back to a vertical base, Ramsey stands up, leaps off and drives her down with The Savagery (diving bulldog). Ramsey immediately clutches her left knee after landing awkwardly on it. The boos continue as she pushes Rocha over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd boos when “No Regrets” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JAELYNN RAMSEY!

The boos continue as Ramsey gets her arm raised.

Kris Cruise: Jaelynn Ramsey picks up the victory over Flavia Rocha! It looked like Flavia was set to finish Jaelynn off. But a timely reversal of Jaelynn’s part led to the win.

Stephy Auger: Not to mention, The New Murder are now in the win column tonight.

Kris Cruise: Let me guess. The New Murder is going to win out for the rest of the night?

Stephy Auger: How did you know!?

[FGA Office]

The camera pans to the backstage area following the last match, to Jessie Pederson.

Jessie Pederson: Please welcome my guest at this time Susan Kent. Susan, you bounced back from your tag team lost on Flashpoint, to earn a big win on Vertigo, how are you feeling right now?

Susan Kent: I feel great Jessie, that was an awesome win on Vertigo. I hope that management took notice.

Jessie Pederson: So how do you feel about not being in a match here tonight.

Susan Kent: I feel disappointed, but hey I wrestled back to back shows for the first time in my career, so maybe next show I’ll be out there again.

The camera briefly catches a glimpse of Kendra standing against the wall, she looked disgusted.

Jessie Pederson: So, what have you been up to in D.C.?

Susan Kent: Oh, man, first I met a whole bunch of fans at fanfes. I wanted to go the Smithsonian. Maybe next time. All the fans I’ve met here at the arena have been awesome.

Kendra steps into the interview area.

Kendra Hollis: Yeah, a whole bunch of people who aren’t going to see you perform tonight because no one saw fit to book you in a match, fucking outrageous. This company's most marketable face stuck in the back. Bullshit.

Kendra then steps off camera and behind Susan.

Susan Kent: I’m sorry about that.

Jessie Pederson: Hey no problem. Might get a few ratings though. So what’s next for you Susan?

Susan Kent: Well non-wrestling wise, I have an audition for the upcoming season of Agents Of Shield, and one for one of the NCIS shows. Plus a new Puma ad and of course wrestling. So pretty hectic, but I manage.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, and good luck with everything going forward.

Susan Kent: Thanks, Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Now let’s send it back to the ring.

[FGA Office]

FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad vs. Pedro Gonzales & Maritza Diaz

“BUENO CLUB! POR-R-R-R-R-R-R VIDA!”

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challengers! First, from Mexico City, Mexico! Weighing in at 115 pounds! He is “Mexico City’s Favorite Son”... PEDROOOOO GOOOOOONZAAAAALESSSS!!!

Pedro spreads his arms out as he strolls leisurely past, slapping as many fans hands as possible all the while looking at the ring. Pedro then slides into the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle, raising a fist to a decent amount of approval from the fans before putting his feet back on that wonderful canvas where he’s sure to do pretty awesome stuff.

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

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

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

...Spoken...
"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. They give head nods to the fans before they begin heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them

There's no turning back tonight.
Kiss me one last time[

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 332 pounds! They are the reigning and defending FGA World Tag Team Champions! They are Dan Herrera and Peaches, the POLYCHROMATIC LIIIIIOOOOON ATTAAAAACK SQUUUAAAAAD!!!

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

Kris Cruise: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad won the Tag Titles a little over two months ago at All-Star Showdown Six. It was at this same event that the team of Pedro and Maritza became #1 contender’s to the Tag Titles. Both teams have Upper Echelon and The Chaotics in the back of their minds. But they can’t worry about either of those two teams right now. They have to get through each other before they even get to the Dynamic Duos winners.

The bell sounds as Herrera and Gonzales shake hands to start things off before continuing to circle the ring. They then engage in a collar-and-elbow, which is quickly won by Herrera when he shoves Gonzales down to the canvas. Gonzales rolls back to his feet and runs over at Herrera. But he quickly gets knocked down by a standing shoulder block. After Gonzales returns to his feet, Herrera takes him and delivers an irish whip into the corner. Herrera rushes over to attack, but he gets knocked back by a boot to the face. After shaking off the blow, Herrera runs right back into the corner. This time, he gets caught with a back elbow to the face. While Herrera is dazed, Gonzales turns to face the crowd, springboards to the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with El Destino (springboard corkscrew moonsault)! The cheers continue as Gonzales makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Gonzales isn’t wasting any time taking it to the air!

Stephy Auger: Well that’s what he’d have to do against Herrera. There’s no way Gonzales can match his power.

Gonzales picks up Herrera and immediately applies a wristlock. The ref asks Herrera if he wants to give up. When he refuses, Gonzales bends the wrist at 90 degrees and delivers a headbutt to the back of the hand, causing Herrera to cringe. Gonzales then delivers an arm wrench… and another… and another. As soon as he attempts a fourth, he gets popped in the mouth with a right hand. Herrera then takes control of the wrist and sends Gonzales flipping down to the canvas with a strong arm wrench. Gonzales then rolls back, kips up and reverses back into an arm wrench of his own. But Herrera is able to yank him over and scoops him up for a Samoan Drop. Before Herrera can hit the move, Gonzales elbows him three times in the side of the head before bringing him down with a crucifix pin.

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Herrera kicks out.

Gonzales picks up Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Gonzales into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, Herrera hoists him into the air for a big back body drop. Gonzales’ arms and legs flail in the air before he crashes hard on the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Did you see the hang time on that back body!?

Once Gonzales finally gets back to his feet, Herrera runs over and knocks him down with a lariat, then another. Herrera goes for a third running lariat. But this one gets ducked. When Herrera turns around, he gets caught with a pelé kick from Gonzales. With Herrera dazed, Gonzales turns and runs into the ropes. Upon his return, he throws out a bicycle high knee. But Herrera is able to catch his leg. After swinging Gonzales’ leg away from him, Herrera follows up with a lariat that turns the luchador inside out. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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Gonzales gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Gonzales is lucky Herrera didn’t take his head off!

The crowd cheers when Herrera heads over and tags in Peaches. PCLAS pick up Gonzales and send him into the ropes. When he returns, Herrera brings him down with a drop toe hold, followed by an elbow drop to the lower back from Peaches. She then pulls Gonzales over and makes the cover.

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Gonzales kicks out.

Peaches picks up Gonzales and goes for an irish whip. But Gonzales reverses, sending Peaches into the ropes. When Peaches returns, Gonzales brings her down with a hurricanrana. He then hits a dropkick. Then a second, which knocks Peaches into the ropes. Gonzales then takes Peaches and whips her into the far ropes. When she returns, Gonzales goes for a back body drop. But Peaches slips down from behind. After applying a waist lock to Gonzales, he nails her with a back elbow to the face, performs a standing switch and then goes for a German Suplex. But Peaches reverses into a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Gonzales kicks out.

After both grapplers get back to their feet, Peaches goes for a back body drop of her own after Gonzales runs at her. But Gonzales slips down from behind, stumbling back into his corner and tags in Maritza Diaz.

Stephy Auger: Here comes Chiquita Banana!

The crowd cheers once The Power Princess gets inside the ring. Peaches immediate steps back, showing a bit of respect for Diaz’ power. The two size each other up before going for a lock up. But Peaches opts out, inside ducking under, going behind and applying another waist lock. Diaz then reaches down, pulls Peaches’ arms from around her, reverses into an arm wrench and follows up with a short-arm clothesline that causes Peaches to collapse to the canvas. Diaz drops down and makes the cover.

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Peaches kicks out.

Diaz picks up Peaches and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Diaz lifts Peaches up high in the air and military presses her before slamming her down. As Peaches gets back up, Diaz runs into the ropes. When Peaches turns around, Diaz connects with a flying forearm, knocking Peaches to the mat and underneath the bottom rope. Diaz then goes over, stands up on the middle ropes, reaches over, picks up Peaches and delivers a superplex back into the ring! She turns over into a lateral press for the cover.

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Peaches is feeling the power of The Power Princess! She’s without a doubt of the strongest competitors here in Frontier Grappling Arts.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but she’s saddled with that loser Pedro.

Kris Cruise: That “loser” you referring to? That’s a former 3GW Tag Team Champion?

Stephy Auger: Yeah? And his partner told him adios and ran for the border because he couldn’t stand teaming with him anymore. If Maritza was smart, she’d ditch that toothpick, too.

Diaz picks up Peaches and scoops her across her shoulder for the Royalty Bomb (running emerald flowsion). But Peaches is able to slip down from behind and shove Diaz into the ropes. When Diaz returns, Peaches connects with a dropkick. But it doesn’t knock The Power Princess down. So Peaches connects with a running dropkick. This time, Peaches knocks her into the ropes. While Diaz shakes off the blow, Peaches runs into the far ropes. When she returns, Diaz reaches out and latches onto her neck with both hands before hurling Peaches to the outside with an overhead choke suplex!

Kris Cruise: Peaches just went flying over the top rope after being on the receiving end of an overhead choke suplex!

Back inside, Gonzales steps into the ring and teases a dive to the outside. Once he’s got the crowd hyped for it, he goes to run into the far ropes. But he’s sent to the outside with a back body drop from Herrera. He then rushes to the center of the ring and begins exchange punches with Diaz.

The two powerhouses of their teams continue to trade blows in the center of the ring until Herrera gains the upperhand. He begins rocking Diaz with right hand after right hand. While Diaz looks loopy, Herrera turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Diaz throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. Diaz returns to her feet and waves up “The Boss”. Once Herrera gets back to his feet and turns around, he gets hit with the Miami Express (running bicycle kick), knocking him through the ropes and to the floor. Gonzales then rolls back inside before running into the far ropes. When Gonzales returns, he takes out Herrera on the outside with a cartwheel plancha!

Kris Cruise: Gonzales with some payback on Herrera with that dive to the outside!

Out of the corner of Diaz’s eye, she sees Peaches roll back into the ring and run into the ropes behind her. She then turns around and throws out a clothesline. But Peaches is able to duck before leaping through the ropes to knock down Gonzales with a suicide dive!

Stephy Auger: Peaches just took out Gonzales!

As Peaches gets back up on the apron, she gets caught with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Diaz then lifts her up for another suplex back inside. But this time, Peaches slips down and follows up with a Lungblower. Peaches brings Diaz back up and grabs her to set up a moonsault side slam. But Diaz elbows her way out of it. She then goes to follow up with the Thai Tornado (rapid succession of leg kicks & body shots ending with a spinning backfist). But Peaches is able to duck the backfist and counter with a reverse hurricanrana. After Herrera irish whips Gonzales hard into the guardrail, he rolls back inside in front of Diaz. When The Power Princess returns to her feet, PCLAS return her to the mat with a chopblock/spinning heel kick combination. The cheers continue after Diaz gets sent into the corner with an irish whip. After Herrera drops down on all fours near Diaz, Peaches runs across the ring, steps off his back and delivers the Up & At ‘Em (Poetry in Motion). Herrera then sits Diaz up on the top rope before turning away from the corner and delivers the Walking Papers (Muscle Buster). Peaches then scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes down on Diaz with the Booty Drop (top rope seated senton).

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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners and STILL the FGA World Tag Team Champions, the POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAD!

[FGA Office]

A sound rose out of the darkness, faint, distant and rhythmic, but unmistakable: the creaking of a swing-set. Forward and back, the swing squeaks as it moves to and fro. Fading in, we see it's a child playing on the apparatus, its glory days seemingly long gone. Her surroundings matter not however.

The little girl only has attention for the dusting of stars set in the black sky. Despite the apparent difference in age, she is remarkably familiar.

"Life is like a playground swing... the higher and farther forward you go as you swing, it carries the risk of falling just as far back.”

Mischief sparkled in Ymir's big dark eyes. The girl builds momentum, her swing’s arc growing ever more impressive. With as much caution as she can muster at this speed, she stands on the seat of her swing. Maintaining tempo,she swings forward mightily. Keeping a brown eyed watch on the stars, one star, she sees, is bigger than all the others. It’s close and brings a smile to her lips.

"Your life's swing that's fallen all the way back can only make a big lunge forward now. Then all you have to do is jump off and flap your wings to the infinite, dazzling future stretching out in front of you.”

She stretches forth a hand, trying, reaching to catch the star and make it her own. At the peak of her ascent she jumps, reaching, failing, falling, crashing, rolling into a heap. She hisses at the scrape on her knee before looking at the emptiness of her hand. Raising her head, she looks to the star once more, a pout of magnanimous proportions folds the lower lip of the future FGA competitor.

"No matter which period, or which society, people always gaze at the stars when they are young. Then they stretch out their hands and try to catch them. And then one day they realize their arms are not long enough to catch the stars, and that's when they think they've grown up.

But I don't agree.“

As can be seen from these words, Ymir ‘of The Rain’ certainly does not seem the least bit dissuaded from her course. If anything, she seems more driven than ever. Tirelessly, she sits beside the swing set, working at something that seems to require much patience. She has apparently remained there for years, as we watch her grow before our very eyes, kept company by several cups of coffee.

Our view soon transitions to that of a ramp, one that looks as structurally sound as a cardboard box in a tropical storm, yet seemingly touches the stars. Crumbling supports defy gravity, keeping the structure from absolute collapse. A blur races past us and charges up the ramp like a lion that has just discovered its next meal.

With the fastest speed achieved by mankind through blood, muscle, and bone, Ymir rides her bicycle with a steely purpose, the perilous ramp falling apart in her wake. If she loses a fraction of her speed, she will fall. Ymir is unfettered. It’ll get there, she decides. My bike will get there first.

The brown pools of Ymir's gaze never falter, as a delightful grin slowly takes shape. Reaching the peak, with the star in grabbing distance, she reaches out--

As if on cue, we dive into the blacks of Ymir’s eye. A frantic montage unfolds on screen. Her high flying prowess on full display from her spars and training sessions. Performing feats that seem neigh outlandish and superhuman, it becomes abundantly clear that this is a woman who gets a thrill from combat and has a knack for violence.

Returning to the now all but destroyed ramp, we see Ymir lying amidst the carnage. Bruised and bleeding in more places than she cares to count. She still manages a small smile. An ethereal glow peeks through her closed fist.

“I must catch all the stars.”