Vertigo (01.06.18)

[FGA Office]

We find ourselves backstage now as we have now cut to a shot of a particular duo. To the left is the business suit dressed Vincent Moretti, a man who only introduced himself to the FGA public on the afterburn. He straightens his tie as Seth Iser, the man on his right, is just finishing taping up his wrists and then throwing a punch with it as if to make sure his routine is going through okay. The fans boo the duo through the screen. Iser’s eyes soon dart to the left as Spencer Burke has the unfortunate task of trying to interview Iser.

Spencer Burke: Seth?

Vincent Moretti: I got this one.

Seth just gives a nod before he turns his head but he’s still half hearing what his manager will be saying.

Vincent Moretti: His hearing is fine. He’s just wanting to make sure this match doesn’t end up like the last match did and he’s prepared for all possibilities in that. But I don’t think he wants to deal with your inability to hold a microphone while he’s doing every last little bit of mental preparation before he goes out there and proves why he’s one of the game’s greatest minds by defeating Tyler Storm.

Spencer Burke: And what gives you th---

Vincent Moretti: I have a managerial license that I earned after I retired.

Moretti reaches into his suit and pulls out a card and shows it only to Spencer but not to the camera and Spencer obviously has a sweat drop go down his face. Vincent quickly stuffs his card back into his pocket.

Spencer Burke: R-right...

Vincent Moretti: But don’t worry. I won’t be causing any foul play using my new position as manager. I fully believe in adhering to letting the combatants wrestle and I just merely help with strategy as a former wrestler myself. I will make sure Tyler Storm will not load his pad and force a knock out that cause my client to not get up from a ten count. He will not swindle the people and he sure as hell won’t swindle me. I see everything.

Spencer Burke: But what if that accusation is a lie?

Vincent Moretti: Would we lie to you?

Vincent has a smirk etched on his face when he asks that question himself. Spencer looks like he’s going to respond; Iser however walks through and snatches Spencer’s wrist to get him to hold the microphone to where he desires it.

Seth Iser: No formalities today from me. The last days of 2017 I should’ve enjoyed with my family while watching Final Frontier but all I could think about was both how Owen let everyone down for the brand...the story of his life, and the fact that Tyler and I had a damn draw. Makes me sick to my damn stomach because even with a loss at least you know what you could do more so to be better but a draw? That’s garbage. Especially with how I was cheated. But all I’m going to say is his family, my family, and the entire world will know who the winner will be this time. And you’re looking at him.

Vincent Moretti: You want to know why?

Seth Iser: Wrestling’s Greatest Mind doesn’t lose to the same trick twice. Or even succumb to a draw to it. I expected more out of Tyler from a sportsmanship standpoint but...I’ll treat him how I’d treat anyone else now. And that means tonight? I’m kicking his ass. This interview for me is over.

Iser soon lets go of Spencer’s wrist with a snarl etched on his face before he just walks off and Spencer just shakes his wrist slightly while Vincent just shakes his head disapprovingly at the interviewer.

Vincent Moretti: Hope you learned a lesson and didn’t get carpal tunnel. Make sure you get a proper interview scheduled for us AFTER he wins, okay? He’ll be in a more...festive and talkative mood then. I promise. Besides...like I said? Would I lie to you?

Vincent then exits before letting off a laugh of his own slicking his hair back on the way out while Spencer just shakes his head.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

The camera opened up on a small room with a single nearly burned out light bulb dangling through the air. It’s damp light moving slowly back and forth, slightly showing the things around it. Beneath the bulb stood Tyberius King in his long black jacket covered in black feathers with his head hung low.

Tyberius King: “Frontier...Grappling...Arts.”

Ty’s head leaned up, the features of his face were slightly illuminated by the dim light.

Tyberius King: “I’ve had my eyes on this place for a long time, but the time never seemed right to make an appearance. Then FGA came to me.”

A slow nod followed by a small smile.

Tyberius King: “Singles wins over Kol and Dom Harter, a FGA Hall of Fame member, were enough to make them decide to bring me in for a match. Not just any match however, a match for the Pride Championship. A title who’s rules really only favor a select few.”

Tyberius King: “One of those few is the champion himself, Chris Madison. A man who has nearly twenty years of wrestling experience. A man who has traveled the world building his craft and reputation as a man that needs to be treated with respect. I know your work Chris, I’ve seen it time and time again. Seeing what you do does not make me nervous, instead it makes me confident.”

Ty lifts his head high, the light now picks up all of his features and his eyes shine through.

Tyberius King: “My entire life has been dedicated to one thing Chris, grappling. From professional wrestling, to Brazilian jiu-jitsu, to sambo, to judo, everything I have ever done has been centered around the arts of grappling. I have been grappling competitively for half my life. My black belt in BJJ is enough proof of that. So then I see a man like you, a man who is also well versed in grappling, it sure makes this one hell of a test doesn’t it?”

Tyberius King: “Chris I know you’re a master of submissions, the world knows it. I’m just not afraid of it. For every submission you know, I know just as well. BJJ is all about steps, and all about having the next three or four moves planned out in your head. They can place us in the middle of this ring and let us rock the mat and I’m confident I can keep you at bay. Actually I’ll be looking for just as many submissions as you are. I usually don’t give opponents advice but I’d watch your limbs if I was you. So Chris if you’re going to beat me it’s not by making me tap out.”

Ty adjusts his base and stands closer to the light. His face now clearly seen while the light reflects slightly.

Tyberius King: “Then comes my favorite part of the Pride Championship rules, two out of three falls. Chris I’m at my best when it comes to endurance matches. When it comes to ironman or two out of three falls matches I can count all my losses on one hand, and I only have to use a few fingers. Inside that ring I am the energizer bunny, the battery never runs out. In fact I prefer that the match goes on as long as possible. It’s always in my strategy. I’m going to keep you out there till you start to burn out. Let’s be honest Chris for as great as you are you’ve been doing this a long time. Can you go as long as I can. I know you’re going to want to end this as early as possible and I’m going to deter you at every turn. Even if you’re the champion this is still my wheelhouse”

Ty stands tall and let’s out a small laugh.

Tyberius King: “A lot of people would just be happy with this opportunity. I’m not one of those people. I didn’t just come here to look good, shake hands, and then go off on my way. When I leave tonight I’m leaving with another title on my shoulder as I stroll into Puerto Rico for HKW’s Crowned Royalty. I’m at the stage of my career where I’m a trophy hunter Chris. The more gold I can add to my cabinet the better. See more and more people have been calling me one of the best in the world. What better way to prove that then to show up on your doorstep, ring the bell, then come inside and take your most valuable possession?”

Tyberius King: “I’m hungry and I’m ready Chris. I’m the perfect opponent, every strength you have I’ve got except I’m younger, faster, and stronger. I have shown throughout my whole career that if you ever count me out then you’re making a huge mistake. So if there are people who think I can’t walk away tonight as the new Pride Champion, then they clearly haven’t been paying attention.”

Ty reaches up and grabs the cord holding the light. He keeps it still, the light shines right in his face.

Tyberius King: “I am El Corneja, I am Der Konig, I am the High Exalted, and I am the next FGA Pride Champion.”

Ty then pulls down on the cord tearing it from the ceiling encasing the room in darkness as the scene ends.

[FGA Office]

Inside locker room Susan is doing so last minute stretching before her match, Kendra is busy on her phone sending texts and answering phone calls.

Kendra Hollis: We have no further comment, any further question can be sent to my legal team.

Kendra hangs up her phone.

Kendra Hollis: This photo leak is getting out of hand.

Susan Kent: Yeah.

Jessie Pederson enters at the completely wrong time.

Jessie Pederson: I hope this is a good time.

Susan Kent: hey Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: So it been any eventual few days for you huh.

Kendra interrupts before Susan can answer.

Kendra Hollis: Keep your question strictly wrestling related.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, so 2017 wasn't the best for you Susan, so as we begin 2018 what are your goals for this year.

Susan Kent: I want to take the next step, and hopefully that begins tonight with a win in my match.

Jessie Pederson: Fenrys is a tough competitor, who do you purpose to handle the size difference?

Susan Kent: Dana put together a match strategy, and I will follow it to the letter, and hopefully it leads to my first victory of 2018.

Jessie Pederson: Well good luck tonight.

Susan Kent: Thanks.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Susan Kent vs. Fenrys

Fenrys got the early edge in the match by catching Kent with a dropkick. After an irish whip was reversed, Fenrys came back and brought Kent down with a running hurricanrana. When Kent returned to her feet, Fenrys ran across the ring and connected with a running front dropkick, sending Kent flying through the ropes! The crowd booed upon seeing the Wichita native taking a hard fall to the floor. But Kent wouldn’t stay down. Upon seeing Kent trying to pull herself back up, Fenrys took to the far ropes. When he returned, he knocked Kent down with a topé suicida! After he rolled Kent back inside, he slid back in and made the cover. But he only got a two count.

In minute two, Fenrys brought the action to the corner and gave Kent multiple knife edge chops. After an irish whip sent Kent into the opposite corner, Fenrys ran across the ring, hurled himself at Kent and nearly took her head off with a corner European Uppercut. Fenrys howled at the moon as a groggy Kent staggered out of the corner. When Kent dropped to a knee, Fenrys ran out of the corner and knocked her down with a rear Shining Wizard for a two count. After a leg-feed enzuigiri sent Kent flipping down to the canvas, Fenrys went for a standing moonsault. But Kent was able to get her knees up. After Fenrys landed across her knees, Kent quickly grabbed him and turned over into a modified small package for a count of two.

In minute four, Kent continued her comeback with a pair of dropkicks for a two count. An irish whip by Kent was reversed. But when she returned, she nailed Fenrys with one hell of a spinning heel kick for another two count! Kent then brought Fenrys down with a running corkscrew neckbreaker for another two count. After an irish whip sent Fenrys into the corner, Kent returned the favor and connected with a European Uppercut of her own. As Fenrys slumped down in the corner, Kent stepped back to the center of the ring. She waved her arms up and down to get the crowd hyped. With the crowd buzzing, Kent ran back into the corner and went for a Bronco Buster. But Fenrys rolled out of the way, causing Kent to crash into the turnbuckles. While Kent was stuck in the corner, Fenrys brought her down with a Lungblower. He made the cover. But Kent got her foot on the bottom rope before the ref could count to three!

Fenrys went for a running bulldog in minute seven. But Kent was able to shove him off into the ropes. When Fenrys returned, Kent went for another spinning heel kick. His time, Fenrys was able to slide underneath it. After Kent crashed onto the canvas, Fenrys ran over and delivers a standing senton. He reached back and hooked the leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Kent turned over, reversing into a grounded crucifix! The ref started to make the count. ONE! TWO! TH-NO!  Fenrys escaped!

After both grapplers returned to their feet, Fenrys went to take Kent’s head off with a rolling elbow. But Kent ducked. Before Fenrys could turn around, Kent reached back and pulled him down with an inverted headlock backbreaker! While Fenrys laid writhing in pain from the backbreaker, Kent ran into the ropes, hopped onto the middle rope and flipped back, hitting a Lionsault for a two count! She then jumped up for a Codebreaker. But Fenrys caught her in mid air. After shoving Kent off of him, Fenrys clobbered Kent with a rolling elbow after she landed on her feet! The boos continued as Fenrys dragged a motionless Kent into the corner. He scaled to the top turnbuckle and howled at the moon before flipping off for the Moon’s Light Splash (Corkscrew 630 Senton). But at the last second, Kent got her knees up again! The crowd cheered as Fenrys bounced off of Kent’s knees. While Fenrys laid in the prone position, Kent scaled to the top turnbuckle, jumped off and crashed down across his back with the Photo Op (Frog Splash) before rolling him over for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Susan Kent def. Fenrys via Photo Op (9:08)

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Coming out of the commercial break, the scene opens back to Spencer Burke standing backstage and looking to the camera.

Spencer Burke: As we continue our action here tonight in New Jersey, please welcome my guest at this time, one of the members of Shootcamp, Tyler Storm!

The camera cuts up from Spencer to Tyler Storm who steps into view right beside the interviewer and pats him on the back.

Tyler Storm: Spencer my man! Man what an amazing night of wrestling, and a good start to the busy weekend for myself.

Spencer Burke: That it is, Tyler. Of course, after tonight we are aware that you will be going off to Brazil to compete tomorrow night as a representative for FGA in the SSWA Young Guns Cup, so we certainly will be wishing you luck there. But everyone is wanting to definitely focus on what is happening tonight for you. Once again, for your second matchup in a row, you will be facing off against who you consider a friendly rival in this business, the ever dangerous Seth Iser.

Tyler Storm: That I am, and let me guess...

Tyler places a couple of fingers over his left temple and closes his eyes in a faux mind reading fashion.

Tyler Storm: You...hmm...no that's about puppies...that's about...

Tyler's eyes shoot back open and he gives a glare to Spencer.

Tyler Storm: You need to watch about that Spencer, that ain't my business, and you need to keep professional.

Spencer shakes himself off in the confusing statement but Tyler chuckles to himself and continues.

Tyler Storm: But no, in all seriousness, you probably are wanting to know what my strategy is coming into tonight, how I feel about this match...all of that especially considering the last time Seth and myself faced off, we ended in a draw because we both clotheslined each other into oblivion.

Spencer shrugs and gives a small nod.

Spencer Burke: Something like that yes.

Tyler Storm: And you know, I can definitely address that since I missed the opportunity to talk about what happened in that matchup on that Afterburn following that show because...well Tyler had 3 kids waiting at home at the time and a girlfriend who could very easily kick his ass if he didn't go help. But to kind of put that into how I felt following that matchup, besides being a little sore because Iser is a tough mo-fo...I was at least satisfied enough with the result.

Tyler stretches his arm, doing small prep for his match coming up while talking with Spencer.

Tyler Storm: I mean, sure, no athlete wants their matchups, their games, their anything to end in a tie. It does suck deep down, and it can be disheartening for someone like Seth or many of the other athletes here right now in FGA. But for me, given that was my second match in about a year and a half, and I held my own against a guy who walked into that match undefeated in Vertigo along with being a champion in other places around the wrestling world, for me that was a good perspective maker for me as far as what I am still capable of. The fact I can still hold my own with this guy I respect so much, despite many differences in thinking, that is awesome to me and it spoke to me so much about the rehab I went through with my back, the constant training and weight lifting and strain I put on my body just to be back in a wrestling ring...I am happy to take it in stride that my second match back was a tie.

Tyler smiles and shrugs himself.

Tyler Storm: Now my good pal Sethykins...he took it a little differently. I do watch the Afterburn shows, and may I say Spencer you do an excellent job on those, and I did see what Seth said to you once you found him for that quick interview. And if I heard right, Seth Iser accused me of...cheating? Seth...buddy...pal...mate...buddro...my friend, I have never, and I repeat NEVER, and will never, cheat to win or in this case take a match to a draw. So to hear you say I loaded my elbow pad just to take you down? That hurts. It does hurt because I respect you a lot, and I never want to give off an impression that I would want to win in such a fashion. Now I have used loaded pads before, I am aware of how they feel on someone, but those were used in hardcore match scenarios, big reason why my body is so broken as it is. But in a normal match, never would use such a low tactic to win or even try to win. But, I get your frustration, I talked with several close friends as to find a common ground solution to our little issue here, and I decided...

Tyler holds both his arms up and flashes his bare elbows to the camera, bringing them close then backing back up.

Tyler Storm: See? No elbow pads tonight Seth, I'm not even going to allow you the opportunity to accuse me of something so heinous. I'm going to personally prove to you I'm not a cheater, and I'm hoping you accept it as an apology. If you really still feel I loaded those pads, that's on you bud, I mean I can say that they were new pads if that maybe gave off the impression they were loaded, since again I figured new gear would help me since I haven't wrestled long term in a while. But I'm taking your concerns in stride, and I'm offering a simple solution for us tonight.

Spencer Burke: If I may interject, not a bad offer on your side Tyler.

Tyler Storm: I appreciate that Spencer. Now...Seth, if I still manage to own your old ass tonight in that ring, my good friend, you ain't got an excuse at that point. But I do hope we have another amazing match tonight, I took so many lessons from our previous encounter...and even though I can accept that first tie, I am fully ready and prepared for another W in the win column tonight. But good luck to you Seth, and...try to work on the anger issues bud. I know you look better without the frown...also maybe a little trim of that beard of yours, but I'll leave that to you.

Spencer Burke: Tyler, appreciate your time with that, good luck with the match, we will see you out there in just a few moments.

Tyler Storm: No problem. Get ready FGA and Vertigo nation! Let's get to that ring, it's time...to be witness.

Tyler pats Spencer again on the back and laughs as he struts his way out of scene as it cuts away.

[FGA Office]

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •
Tyler Storm vs. Seth Iser

Storm and Iser didn’t waste any time as they rushed towards the center of the ring. Iser threw out a lariat. But Storm ducked. When Iser turned around, Storm threw out a lariat of his own. But this, too, got ducked. When Storm turned around, Iser hit Storm with three jabs before going for a discus clothesline. But before Iser could connect with the clothesline, Storm nailed him with a hard right hand. Iser came back and socked Storm with a right hand of his own. Storm then nailed him with another right hand. After shaking off the blow, Iser came back and blasted Storm with another punch to the face. The crowd cheered as the slugfest continued in the middle of the ring. Both grapplers continued to exchange blows until Storm gained the upperhand. He then took Iser and whipped him into the ropes. When Iser returned, Storm knocked him down with a jumping knee strike that got a two count. A swinging neckbreaker also got Storm a two count. After bringing Iser back to his feet and doubling him over with a boot to the midsection, he turned and ran into the ropes. When Storm returned, he threw out a scissors kick. But Iser was able to slip out of the way, grab Storm from behind and throw him across the ring with a release German Suplex for a two count!

In minute three, Iser knocked Storm down with a running big boot for a count of two. A hard irish whip then sent Storm crashing into the corner. As Storm staggered out from the corner, Iser threw him down with a release belly to belly suplex for another two count. Iser brought Storm back to his feet and delivered a hangman’s neckbreaker. That also got a two count.

During minute six, Iser and Storm began to trade European Uppercuts until Storm gained the upperhand. Each uppercut knocked Iser closer and closer to the ropes. While Iser was dazed, Storm turned and ran into the ropes. When Storm returned, Iser lifted him up and dropped him across the top rope with a Gun Stun! The crowd booed as Iser stomped the hell out of Storm before delivering three knee drops to the face. On the last knee drop, Iser kept his knee across Storm’s face before grinding the knee brace across Storm’s face. Storm was then kicked out onto the apron. After Storm pulled himself up using the ropes, Iser grabbed the top rope, pulled it back and then shove the rope forward, sending Storm flying off the apron and crashing ribs-first against the guardrail!

The action was brought back inside during minute eight. Iser delivered a pendulum backbreaker for a count of two. A russian leg sweep got a count of two. Iser then lifted Storm in the air and held him in place for ten seconds before falling back, delivering a vertical suplex. Iser turned over and made the cover. But Storm got his shoulder up at two and a ½. Both Iser and Vincent Moretti swore that it was a three count. But the ref held his grown and told them both that it was only two.

Iser brought Storm into the corner during minute ten, delivering multiple shoulder thrusts to the ribs. The crowd booed while Iser continued to target the midsection with multiple hard knee strikes. He then took Storm and whipped him hard into the opposite corner. As Storm staggered cout, Iser lifted him up, turned and threw him down with authority with a spinning spinebuster! He rolls across Storm and hooked the near leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Storm got his shoulder up!

Iser pulled Storm back up and nailed him with three jabs before throwing out a discus clothesline. But once again, Storm ducked. When Iser turns around, Storm groaned as he struggled to lift him up before throwing him down with a an Alabama Slam! Storm collapsed to his knees and clutched his ribs while Iser laid sprawled out on the mat. He then eventually fell on top of Iser to make the exhausted cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Iser got his shoulder up!

In minute twelve, Storm rocked Iser with a bicycle kick. He then nailed Iser with another bicycle kick that knocked him back. Storm then marched across the ring, grabbed Iser and set him up for a backdrop driver. But Iser blocked the move with multiple elbows to the back of the neck. With Storm doubled over, Iser ran into the ropes. When he returned, Storm nailed him with a European Uppercut before bringing him down with a slingblade for another two count.!Storm then pulled Iser back up to his feet before delivering a backdrop driver! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Iser got his shoulder up!

Storm sent Iser into the ropes with an irish whip in minute fourteen. When Iser returned, Storm went for a running lariat. But Iser ducked and ran the ropes. When Iser returned, he threw out a running lariat of his own. But Storm was able to duck before both grapplers continued to run the ropes. When they returned towards the center of the ring, they knocked each other down with running lariats! With both grapplers down, the ref started his count.


ONE!





TWO!






THREE!






FOUR!




Iser rolls over to the side of the ring and got up on all fours. Meanwhile, Storm could be seen trying to sit up. But he ultimately collapsed back down to the mat. While the ref kneeled down to check on him, Moretti could be seen loading Iser’s elbow pad with an illegal object! The crowd booed upon seeing Iser getting back to his feet and readying for an attack on Storm. Across the ring, Storm struggled to pull himself back to his feet using the ropes. As Storm stumbled back away from the ropes and turned around, Iser clobbered him with a rolling elbow with the loaded elbow pad! Iser dropped onto Storm and made the cover for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Seth Iser def. Tyler Storm via Rolling Elbow (16:38)

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: And now, ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna take you up to the CURE Insurance Arena Skybox where Spencer Burke is standing by with our Tag Team Champs, Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca.

Stephy Auger: A sky box?! Who even invited them here?

Our cameras pan to an area in New Jersey’s CURE Insurance Arena just a bit past the live audience in an arena sky-box. The audience members wave and cheer at the camera as it passes by before focusing on the window that oversees the skybox… revealing the FGA Tag Team Champions, the Chaotics, both seated on a leather couch while Spencer Burke walks around the couch, a mic in hand as he gives a nod toward the waving masses outside the skybox before turning toward the champions.

Spencer Burke: Champs! Good evening.

Logan Alexander: Greetings Spencer. It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve had a chance to talk. Certainly looking forward to seeing how things go for the other half of FGA.

Ashlyn De Luca: Yeah, remember that like two-month period where you were a complete dick to us for literally no good reas--?

Spencer Burke: Glad you guys were able to make it here tonight. I understand that you weren’t scheduled to compete, but you still took time out of your schedules to join us tonight as we determine the new number one contenders…

Spencer points toward the Tag Team Championships, which lie on an end-table a few inches from Logan Alexander, who shoots a glance at them as Spencer gestures to the belts.

Spencer Burke: ...to your Tag Team Championships. And I’m not gonna beat around the bush here, you guys-- which team is walking out of the Gauntlet tonight with their hands raised?

Spencer moves the mic toward the Chaotics. Ashlyn De Luca narrows her eyes at the interviewer, stifling some sort of comment before she responds to the question.

Ashlyn De Luca: Keisters have been runnin’ their mouths more than anyone else in the game, right? Kimmi keeps sayin… sayin stuff like… she and her sisters are the REAL number one contenders because they beat Pedro and Maritza last month. Sayin they deserved to get a shot at this gold ahead of teams like Shootcamp… teams like Smart Style…

Ashlyn laughs a little, looking toward the championships before looking back toward Spencer.

Ashlyn De Luca: And I dunno, man. That’s mad confidence. But if you want my honest opinion… the only team out there hungrier than the Keisters right now is Smart Style. They got somethin to prove. They came back from the dead tryna get our asses. And I mean, like… part of me saw this comin, y’know? You just LOOK at dudes like Big Head Ass Bisley and you can feeeeeel how much this dude feels himself. You can tell that this ain’t the type of dude that lies down, nods to himself, and accepts that he just got murked in front of hundreds of people. This is the type of dude that sits back, analyzes the mistakes HE made, and convinces himself that he’s not runnin into the same wall twice.

Ashlyn takes a small breath.

Ashlyn De Luca: We’re that wall.

Silence… before Ashlyn glances toward her tag team partner just briefly before looking at Spencer.

Ashlyn De Luca: So at the end of the day, Smart Style might not make it out of the Gauntlet. Smart Style might not even be our beef here in the beginning if 2018, you know? But… if they do… if they are... then they already know that they can expect worse than what went down at Final Frontier. This Gauntlet gives a team a shot at these championships, but it gives us peace of mind, because we know after tonight we only have to give our attention to one, single unit.

Logan Alexander: Not that we can’t handle multiple opponents at once. After listening to Smart Style and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad tell us that they were walking out with the titles, the belts didn’t go anywhere. Peaches got wrecked to close out the match and Ashlyn once again put her away. Smart Style then ended up in the one spot no one wants to be in with three or more teams… watching from the outside as their opportunity slipped away again.

Logan smiles to Spencer.

Logan Alexander: We faced two really good teams with everything to prove back at Final Frontier...

He pauses and glances towards the camera.

Logan Alexander: And yes Shintaro, that was a compliment.

He over looks to Ashlyn for a response. She gives him the slight shake of the head.

Ashlyn De Luca: Censors won’t let me comment on Shintaro.

Then he looks back to Spencer.

Logan Alexander: But we were better when it came right down to it. We have the confidence to take on anyone here in the company and I look forward to the challenge that our new top contenders will offer us. And on that note, despite how badly Smart Style are going to want another rematch, I think there is another team with more to prove after how things ended for them on the first night of Final Frontier. I think Shootcamp are going to take this one. But to everyone else in that match…

He looks to the camera again.

Logan Alexander: Prove me wrong.

Spencer Burke: Ashlyn, do you agree with that prediction?

Ashlyn looks toward Spencer with a raised brow for a second before looking up toward Logan with the same expression.

Ashlyn De Luca: Ace and Owen, huh?

She smirks a bit and nods to herself, exhaling softly.

Ashlyn De Luca: Doesn’t matter. 2017 was just the beginning for De Luca. For Logan. But heading into this new year, we have people like GM Brandon Macdonald giving people like the Keisters false hope with main events like tonight. We know how capable all of those teams are… but we know who we are. And in a fair fight, I don’t see a team that can beat us. Not when we’re on.

She smirks a bit, side-eyeing Logan before looking toward Spencer, offering a small shrug.

Ashlyn De Luca: Prove us wrong.

Her expression turns serious and she slaps Logan’s shoulder before pushing herself up from the couch.

Ashlyn De Luca: Ay. Help me rock this vending machine before this next match though. Stole my last single. Quick, quick…

Ashlyn side-steps out of frame, leaving Spencer alone with the other half of the Tag Team Champions to a slight chuckle from the audience-- while we hear some violent rocking in the near distance, out of frame. Logan laughs softly as he watches his partner off screen. He then looks towards Spencer, grinning slightly.

Logan Alexander: No rest for the weary. Spencer, a pleasure as always.

He shakes Spencer’s hand, then stands from his chair and starts walking over to join Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: Looks like we do have one challenge to face down here tonight. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a vending machine to refund you or give you what you owe?

With that, he exits the frame, leaving Spencer there alone in the shot. Moments later, the violent rocking picks up in intensity.

Ashlyn De Luca: YEEEAHHHHH! WE’RE ALL EATIN TONIGHT, SPENCE!

Logan Alexander: Huh… easier than I thought. Go figure.

Spencer shakes his head in disgust… before nodding in acceptance… ultimately shrugging before walking out of frame to join the Tag Team Champions as the scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

HEADLINE
• FGA PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP •
(c) Chris Madison vs. Tyberius King

The match started out with both men shaking hands, which was met with cheers and applause from the crowd. Both champion and challenger then began to circle the ring. There was a feeling out process from both grapplers before a strike was thrown or a hold was attempted. King then quickly shot in for a single leg takedown. Maison put up a fight. But he eventually fell victim to the single leg and was taken down to the mat. King then quickly went to work and wasted no time placing Madison in an Indian Death Lock. The Pride Champion cringed as King began to apply pressure to the hold. However, he declined every opportunity to quit. He then quickly scooted himself backwards before reaching back to grab the ropes and initiate a rope break. Before the referee’s count could hit “five”, King gladly broke the hold. Not only did this let Madison know that King could take him down, but he also forced Madison to use up one of his three rope breaks very early in the match up.

Once Madison returned to his feet, the feeling out process continued. This time, it was Madson who shot in for a takedown. But King was able to sprawl before countering with a front facelock. He then jumped into the air and wrapped his legs around Madison’s torso. Madison tried to fight his way out of the hold. But there was no escape. While King cinched in the hold, Madison made his way across the ring one step at a time, reached out and grabbed a hold of the middle rope, which forced another rope break. As soon as the referee’s count reached “Four”, King broke the hold. A frustrated Madison made his way back to the ring. The match hadn’t even reached the five minute mark yet and he already had blown through two rope breaks. Mayhem made his way over to the side of the ring and dropped down to a knee. It was here where Frankie Morrison leaned in and offered Madison some in-match coaching and adjustments. Meanwhile, King kept his eyes locked on the Champion.

The match continued in minute five with both grapplers cautiously circling the ring. Both champion and challenger tried to bait the other with various feints. It was ultimately King that fell victim to one of the fients and was brought down by a single leg takedown from Madison. The champion tried to turn King over into a single leg crab. But King used his free leg to repeatedly kick Madison in the face. The last kick knocked him down to the canvas. After both men scrambled back to a vertical base, King leapt into the air and went for another standing guillotine. But this time, Madison caught him and charged forward, ramming him back-first into the corner. From there, Madison delivered multiple shoulder thrusts to the midsection before placing King in a Muay Thai Clinch and delivering knees to the head and body. He then took King and whipped him into the opposite corner. Madison then ran across the ring and went to follow up with a running yakuza kick. But King was able to catch Madison’s foot before shoving him down to the mat. After Madison rolled back to his feet, King ran from out of the corner and threw out a clothesline. But Madison countered into a flying armbar! The crowd cheered as Madison fought for the submission. But King was wise to quickly reach over and clasp both hands together to prevent Madison from hyperextending the arm. He then turned over to his left and pinned Madison’s shoulders to the mat. But Madison was able to use his leg strength to press King back down to the mat. After another struggle, King turned back over to his left to pin Madison. But once again, Madison used his leg strength to shove King back down to the canvas. The Pride Champion kept yanking back to break King’s grip and hyperextend the arm. But King kept his hands held together for dear life. After turning over onto his left and getting onto a knee, King got back to a vertical base. While Madison still held control of the arm, King took his left foot and repeatedly stomped on Madison’s face until Madison broke the hold.

In minute eight, King tried to go for a brainbuster. But Madison blocked. He then tried to muscle up Madison for another brainbuster. This time, he almost had Madison up before dropping him back down. Madison then went for a brainbuster of his own. But King slipped down from behind. He then quickly grabbed Madison and threw him down with an uproot backdrop suplex. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Madison got his shoulder up. King brought Madison back to his feet and went for another uproot backdrop. This time, Madison blocked with elbows to the head. After he performed a standing switch, the champ went for a backwards roll into a German Suplex. But as soon as Madison rolled back to his feet, King caught him with a trio of elbows to the face. He then performed a standing switch of his own and brought Madison down with a half nelson suplex! Instead of making the cover, King reached down and sat up Madison before taking off into the ropes. When King returned, he flattened Madison with the Snake Bite (Sliding D)! He made the cover. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! The crowd cheered when Madison got his shoulder up.

King then retreated into the corner and waited for Madison to get in position. As a hunched over Madison tried to get off the mat, King ran from out of the corner and caught him in the side of the head with the Eye of Horus (Busaiku Knee Kick)! He then brought Madison back to his feet, lifting him across his shoulders and delivered the Kingdom Come (fireman’s carry throw into a superkick on the way down) for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

MADISON - 0
KING - 1

Once the mandatory rest period ended, King got back on offense in the fourteenth minute by taking Madison to the mat with a waist lock takedown. Madison fought back to a vertical base. But King was right there to throw him back to the mat with another waist lock takedown. After Madison fought back up to all fours, King shifted to the side and nailed Madison with repeated knees to the ribs. He then flipped over and pinned Madison with an Oklahoma Roll. But it only got a two count. In the fifteenth minute, King threw Madison across the ring with a half hatch suplex. He went for another cover. But it also got a two count. An irish whip was then reversed, sending King into the ropes. When King returned, Madison tackled him down with a Lou Thesz Press. Madison soon followed by with 12-to-6 elbows to the face. King tried to cover up. But the elbows still made their way through King’s defense. He then pulled King back to his feet and sent him back into the ropes with another irish whip. When King returned, Madison went for a Pop-up Codebreaker. But on the way down, King caught Madison’s legs and turned him over into a high angle Texas Cloverleaf! The crowd reached a fever pitch as they saw Madison trapped in the center of the ring. The Pride Champion writhed in pain while King had him right where he wanted him. Madison tried to crawl towards the ropes. But King was able to drag him back to the center of the ring. King leaned back, applying even more pressure to Madison! Madison cringed while Morrison slapped the apron and shouted words of encouragement. Gasps and cheers could be heard coming from the crowd as Madison raised his arm in the air!! The champion looked to be seconds away from tapping. But no! Instead, Madison strained as he scratched, clawed and pulled himself towards the ropes! He then reached out and grabbed the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. King gladly let go, knowing that Madison just used his third and last rope break for the match!

In the nineteenth minute, King brought Madison down with a snapmare before running into the ropes. When King returned, he went for another Snake Bite. But Madison was able to lean back and counter into a cross armbar! Madison fought for the submission. But King once again locked both hands together to keep Madison from hyperextending the arm. After returning to a vertical base, King strained as he lifted Madison off the mat. The crowd gasped as King walked across the ring before slamming Madison down with authority to break the hold! After King staggered into the corner, he waved up the champion. Once Madison returned to his feet, King ran out of the corner to go for another Eye of Horus. But before King could throw out of the flying knee, Madison brought him down with a Calf Crusher! King howled in pain while Madison fought for the submission! King tried to fight through the pain before an arm was raised in the air!! It looked like he was about to tap! Instead, King reached down, grabbed Madison by the head and repeated rammed the back of his head against the canvas to break he hold!  The challenger then pulled himself across the mat before pulling himself up using the ropes. Once Madison returned to his feet, King charged over to attack. But Madison countered with a spinebuster! The champion then scaled to the top turnbuckle and jumped off for a diving double foot stomp. But King rolled out of the way. After Madison landed on his feet, his momentum sent him rolling forward. When Madison rolled back to his feet and turned around, he was caught with a gamengiri! With Madison dazed, King turned and ran into the ropes. When he returned, Madison delivered a Pop-up Codebreaker before quickly shifting into the Peruvian Necktie! The crowd cheered as the Pride Champion fought for the submission. The ref got down and asked King if he wanted to give up. King continued to refuse and refuse and refuse until he eventually passed out! The referee called for the bell after the match was now tied up!

MADISON - 1
KING - 1

As the mandatory rest period ended, dueling chants of “LET’S GO, MADISON!/HIGH EXALTED!” rang throughout the arena. As King tried to get back to his feet, Madison lifted him up onto his shoulders in the twenty third minute. Before Madison could deliver the End Game (electric chair lift dropped into a bridging German Suplex), King nailed him with pointed elbow strikes to the top of the head. After King slipped down from behind, he shoved Madison into the ropes. When the champ returned, he clobbered King with a bicycle knee strike to the head! He made the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THR-NO!

The crowd cheered when King got his shoulder up!

Madison picked up King and whipped him into the corner. Madison then ran across the ring to attack. But King stepped from out of the corner and threw Madison into the turnbuckles with an exploder suplex! King brought Madison back to his feet, hooked him from behind and threw him down with another half nelson suplex! King then went over, lifted up Madison and planted him with a sheerdrop brainbuster! He went for the cover.

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

The crowd cheered when Madison got his shoulder up!

In the twenty fifth minute, King sat up Madison before he ran into the ropes. When he returned, he went for another Snake Bite. But this time, Madison rolled out of the way. When Madison returned to his feet and ran at King, King turned him inside out with another Eye of Horus! With King in the center of the ring, he raised his arms to the side at shoulder height while tilting his head back and closing his eyes. The crowd shouted “WAD-JET-HOTEP!” at the top of their lungs! The cheers continued as King lifted Madison across his shoulders for Kingdom Come. Before King could deliver the move, Madison delivered multiple elbows to the side of the head. He then slipped down from behind and threw King down with a Sleeper Suplex! Madison then brought King back to his feet and delivered a backwards roll into a bridging German Suplex!

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

King turned over to get his shoulder up. But Madison kept his arms wrapped around King’s waist After he pulled King back up, Madison delivered another backwards rolled into a bridging German Suplex!

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!








NOOOOOOOO!

King turned and got his shoulder up at 2 and ⅞!!!

But once again, Madison kept his arms wrapped around King’s waist. After Madison pulled King back to his feet, he clobbered him with Comatosed (Ripcord Rolling Elbow)! The cheers continued when Madison lifted King back up onto his shoulders before delivering the End Game for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Chris Madison def. Tyberius King, 2-1 (27:48)
Championship Retained

After the match, both champion and challenger shook hands in the center of the ring and raised each others arms high to cheers and applause from the adoring crowd.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Tag Team Gauntlet Match
Winners become #1 Contenders to the FGA World Tag Team Championship
Shootcamp vs. Pendragon vs. Smart Style vs. Firing Squad
vs. Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales vs. The Keisters vs. Serpent's Touch

The crowd buzzed with anticipation to see who the first team out would be. The capacity crowd lost its minds when Shootcamp, arguably the most popular team in the match, were out first. Chants of “SHOOTCAMP!” and “TUCK CLUB!” echoed throughout the arena. Out next were Serpent’s Touch, who were fresh off a loss to Firing Squad at Final Frontier.

When the bell sounded, both teams stood in the ring and stared each other down. The staredown continued until shrieks and gasps escaped from the crowd. Before Shootcamp could turn around to see what all the commotion was about, they were once again jumped from behind by the Reapers In Pride! The crowd erupted with boos when Joey Perello and Ryder McKnight stomped the hell out of Owen Gonsalves and Ace Watson. RIP’s attack on Shootcamp forced the ref to call for the bell and disqualify Serpent’s Touch!

ELIMINATED: Serpent’s Touch

Kimiko and Faye Valentine were irate after being DQ’d because of RIP’s actions. So the two of them rushed up to RIP and shoved them, which got some gasps and “OOOOOOS” from the crowd. RIP turned and looked at each other before decking Serpent’s Touch! Perello and McKnight then picked up both members of Serpent’s Touch and tossed them over the top rope and to the floor.

RIP turned their attention back to Shootcamp and got back to stomping the hell out of them. After McKnight dragged Watson into the corner and tied him up in the Tree of Woe, Perello pulled up Gonsalves by the head and told him, “we’re going to see just how ‘Indestructible’ you really are.” The VP of RIP motioned for McKnight to grab Gonsalves. While Gonsalves was held up with his arms behind his back, the boos continued when Perello punched him in the midsection again… and again.. and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again with right hooks to the body. Perello lifted up Gonsalves’ chin and revealed blood coming down out of the side of his mouth. He told Gonsalves that he didn’t look so “Indestructible” now. Gonsalves responded by spitting blood directly in Perello’s face!

Gasps and “OOOOOOOs” could be heard throughout the crowd. Perello turned away and slowly wiped the blood from off his face. As the VP of RIP looked up, he could be seen smirking. He then turned and gave Gonsalves a cold glare before nodding his head to McKnight. McKnight then took Gonsalves and brought him down with the Shadow Clash (Destino)! McKnight threw Gonsalves’ motionless body through the ropes and onto the apron. Perello then stepped out onto the apron, lifted up Gonsalves and planted him with a cradle piledriver on the apron! While Gonsalves laid motionless on the floor, Perello went down and peeled back the protective matting to expose the concrete floor! Meanwhile, McKnight took a garrote from out of his pocket and proceeded to choke the hell out of Watson with it! The crowd continued to erupt with boos when Perello gave Gonsalves not one, but two Your Tragic Endings (Pedigree) on the concrete floor! FGA Officials and referees ran down to ringside and yelled at RIP to get the hell out of here. After the damage had been done, RIP hopped over the guardrail and left through the crowd while they were pelted with various items.

Out next came team number three, The Keisters. Kimmi and Kalli jogged down to the ring and nudged the officials that were attending to Gonsalves out of the way. The duo pulled Gonsalves to his feet and rolled him back inside. Kimmi then slid back in and made the cover. The referee didn’t want to count. But after being yelled at by both Kimmi and Kalli , the ref reluctantly got down and counted the ONE, TWO, THREE!

ELIMINATED: Shootcamp

The crowd booed when Kimmi got up and ran laps around the ring in celebration. But her celebration was cut short when team number four, Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales, charged the ring. Kimmi was knocked down by a pair of dropkicks from Gonzales. She was then shot into the ropes with an irish whip. When Kimmi returned, she went for a running clothesline. But Gonzales ducked with a Matrix evasion and quickly followed up with a pelé kick for a count of two. The Power Princess was then tagged in during the tenth minute. While trapped in the corner, Kimmi was given multiple knife edge chops before getting knocked down by a short-arm clothesline. Upon returning from an irish whip, Kimmi was thrown down with a back body drop. Diaz then lifted Kimmi in the air and military pressed her over her head before running across the ring and throwing her at Kalli on the apron! The two Keisters fell to the floor before Gonzales was tagged back in. As The Keisters helped each other up on the outside, Gonzales took them both out with a no hands topé! Gonzales brought Kimmi back inside and made the cover. But it only got a count of two.

In minute fifteen, Gonzales brought Kimmi down with a Devil Lock DDT for a two count. A German Suplex into a prawn hold also got a count of two. Gonzales then went for the Sadistic Combo. After hitting Kimmi with an uppercut to the jaw and an elbow to the face, he threw out a roundhouse kick. But Kimmi ducked, rolled him up in a schoolboy and hooked the tights for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

ELIMINATED: Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales

Out next came Pendragon to a strong positive reaction from the crowd. They were immediately attacked by The Keisters upon entry into the ring and were separated into opposite corners. Kalli chopped away at Moss while Kimmi applied a foot choke to Durden. The sisters then went for an irish whip. But Pendragons reversed, sending the Keister crashing into each other in the middle of the ring! A pair of dropkicks from Pendragon knocked The Keisters down. A spinning heel kick from Moss and a running front dropkick from Durden knocked The Keisters through the ropes and to the outside. Moss then climbed to the top turnbuckle while Durden ran into the far ropes. When Durden came back, he leapt over the top rope and knocked Kimmi down with a somersault plancha while Moss took out Kalli with a diving crossbody!

Durden stayed in control in minute twenty until Kimmi countered a back body drop attempt with a sitout facebuster. She then planted Durden with a tornado DDT for a two count. After Durden was sent into the corner with an irish whip, Kimmi hit a spin kick to the midsection and followed up with a bulldog out of the corner for another two count. Kimmi then returned the favor by sending Durden into the corner with an irish whip. She charged in to attack. But Durden knocked her back with a boot to the face. He then turned around, jumped up to the top turnbuckle and knocked her down with a no-handed springboard moonsault!

Both grapplers were down on the mat. Around the referee’s count of six, they turned over and began to crawl towards their respective corners. The crowd booed when Kimmi made the tag out to Kalli. She quickly got in and rushed over to try and drag Durden back to the middle of the ring. But it was too late as Durden dove over and tagged Moss in. The runner-up for the 2017 Best Striker Award showed off her striking ability by knocking Kalli around with various chops, elbows and forearms. An irish whip attempt was reversed, which sent Moss into the ropes. When she returned, Kalli threw out a clothesline. But Moss ducked underneath, floated over onto Kalli’s back and spiked her with a crucifix driver! Moss made the cover. But Kalli got her shoulder up at two and a ½. Moss then delivered a bridging German Suplex, which got a count of two and ¾! She then had Kalli set up for a cradle piledriver when Jaelynn Ramsey made her presence known at ringside! The New Murder member got the attention of Pendragon and the ref when she climbed up onto the apron. Moss had enough of Ramsey and ran over to knock her off. But Ramsey wisely hopped off the apron. Once Moss stepped away and turned around, she was blasted with a Molly Kick from out of nowhere by Molly Reid! The impact from the kick echoed throughout the arena while Moss collapsed to the mat. After Molly rolled to the outside, Kimmi rolled Kalli out of the ring before making the illegal cover. When the ref turned around, he saw Kimi pinning Moss. So he got down to make the count. Durden tried to get in to break up the pin. But Ramsey was able to hold Durden’s leg from the outside while the ref counted the ONE, TWO, THREE!

ELIMINATED: Pendragon

Out next came the team of Firing Squad, who traded blows with The Keisters as soon as they got in the ring. The Keisters gained the advantage and sent Firing Squad into the ropes for an irish whip. When they returned, The Keisters set up for a pair of back body drops. But Firign Squad countered with kicks to the face. Ymir Ocampos and Luke Jackson then knocked Kimmi down with a double dropkick. Kalli also got a double dropkick for her troubles. An irish whip resulted in Kalli getting hit with a double flapjack from Firing Squad. Ocampos and Jackson then delivered a roundhouse kick/russian leg sweep combo to Kimmi.

As the match continued, Ocampos whipped Kimmi into the corner. The duo then delivered a running big boot/enzuigiri combo in the corner. Ocampos then scaled to the top turnbuckle in the perpendicular corner while Jackson sat Kimmi down on the top turnbuckle. After Jackson scaled to the top turnbuckle, Jackson delivered an avalanche hurricanrana to Kimmi.!Ocampos soon followed with a moonsault onto Kimmi! She made the cover. But Kalli dove over to break it up! Kalli and Ocampos then brawled until Kalli threw Ocampos over the top rope. Instead of falling to the floor, Ocampos landed safely on the apron. When Kalli rushed over to attack, Ocampos knocked her down with the Black Reign (springboard clothesline)! After Jackson brought Kimmi down with a reverse DDT, Firing Squad made their way out onto the apron and climbed to the top turnbuckles on the same side of the ring. Ocampos dove off and delivered Heavenly Weeping (diving double foot stomp) before Jackson flipped off and hit the Oakland Splash (450 Splash)! Ocampos covered Kimmi and got the ONE, TWO, THREE!

ELIMINATED: The Keisters

Smart Style, the final entrants for this match, soon rushed the ring. They tried to get the jump on Firing Squad. But they were each knocked off the apron with double dropkicks from the tandem. While they tried to regroup on the outside, Firing Squad took to the far ropes. When they returned, Ocampos knocked down Shintaro Majima with the Black Reign while Jackson took out Mark Bisley with a springboard hurricanrana!

As the match continued, Jackson brought Majima into the corner and hit him with knife edge chops. This proved to be a huge mistake when Majima grabbed Jackson, tossed him into the corner and lit up his chest with machinegun chops. After an irish whip sent Jackson into the opposite corner, The Strong Style Savior nearly took his head off with the Kao No Nai (corner yakuza kick). When Jackson slumped down in the corner, Majima bashed him with the Noshio (running knee to seated cornered opponent)! Majima made the cover, but it only got a count of two.

Smart Style kept the advantage with quick tags. Bisley hit Jackson with the Iko Uwais (cravate with repeated knees to the head) before bringing him down with Greetings from the Twin Cities (hangman’s neckbreaker across the knee) for a count of two. Majima then delivered the GOJU50 (half and half suplex) for a count of two. Bisley hit Jackson with the Blind Destiny (canadian backbreaker rack dropped into a double knee gutbuster) for another two count. Majima then slammed Jackson down with the Uragaeshi (STO to a running opponent for another two count). Smart Style then took Jackson and delivered the Bakumatsu (springboard lariat into a release powerbomb)! Majima made the cover. But Ocampos dove over and broke up the pin at 2 and ¾!

As the action continued, Majima had Jackson set up for the Kurimuzon Taki (Emerald Flowsion). But Jackson kicked his legs until he slid down from behind. He then quickly followed up with a reverse DDT! After Majima rolled over and got up on one knee, Jackson ran over and knocked him down with the Oakland Drive-By (Drive-By Kick). With Majima down, Jackson rolled forward, dove over and tagged in Ocampos. The crowd exploded with cheers when Ocampos hit a springboard 450 Splash! She made the cover. But Bisley broke it up at two and ¾! After Jackson took Bisley and tossed him to the outside, Firing Squad brought Majima down with a double flapjack. Ocampos then climbed the turnbuckles in the far corner while Jackson sat Majima on the top turnbuckle in the near corner. He hopped onto Majima’s shoulders and hit an avalanche hurricanrana! But not before Bisley climbed to the apron and made the quick tag on Majima’s leg! While Ocampos flipped off and hit a moonsault on Majima, Bisley got in the ring and caught Jackson with a superkick to the face! As Ocampos got up, Bisley grabbed her, ran and threw her over the top rope. But once again, Ocampos landed safely on the apron. The crowd booed Bisley while he prematurely celebrated. As he turned around, Ocampos soared across the ring to go for the Black Reign. But at the last second, Bisley countered with a superkick that nearly took Ocampos’ head off! Bisley made the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THR-NO!

The crowd exploded with cheers when Ocampos got her shoulder up!

Bisley then set Ocampos up for the Move of the Year (Shiranui). But Ocampos slipped out and shoved him into the ropes. Upon his return, Ocampos knocked him down with a rolling koppu kick! She then scaled to the top turnbuckle and jumped off to go for the Heavenly Weeping. But Bisley rolled out of the way. After Ocampos landed on her feet, her momentum sent her rolling forward. When Ocampos rolled back to her feet and turned around, Smart Style delivered the Wicked Repellent (pop up from Majima into super kick from Bisley)! The boos continued when Smart Style delivered The Essence of SMart Style (vertical suplex lift by Majima, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head by Bisley, followed by the Kurimuzon Jigoku (sheer drop brainbuster) from Majima)! Bisley made the cover while Majima knocked down Jackson with the Kurimuzon Kasai (lariat) for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winners: Smart Style (35:01)

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Saturday, March 3
Bell Centre
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
LIVE and ONLY on PAY-PER-VIEW

[FGA Office]

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon begins to play. The fans suddenly begin to pop as Jimmy Page comes out from the curtain and stands on the stage. He looks around for a bit, chewing on a piece of gum in a calm motion. Page makes his way down towards the ring, slapping a few hands on his way down the ramp.

Kris Cruise: On the second night of Final Frontier, Jimmy Page finally got his hands on Chris Bond! Though, it wasn’t an easy night, it was nothing short of a brawl. I mean, look at Page’s face!

Stephy Auger: He should be glad that was all he got against Bond! Chris might’ve lost, but Page must be out of his mind if he thinks beating up Bond changes anything! He’s still a monster, and Bond proved that!

Kris Cruise: Page fought back, and Bond didn’t prove a damn thing! All he did was poke and prod! And you wanna know what poking and prodding a man like Jimmy Page gets you? A fight!

Page enters the ring, he asks for a microphone and paces the ring. The fans cheer him on, he would smile, but he still felt the pains from his war with Chris Bond. Page looks down at the canvas, feeling a bit timid. Jimmy lifts his head revealing some of the markings and wounds on his face from his bout with Bond. He finally speaks however…

Jimmy Page: Thank you.

Page gives a gratified glance at the crowd who continues to give him immense acclamation. Page paces the ring, scratching the left corner of his nose with his left index finger. He glances up at the crowd and begins to recant the trial he went through that night in New York.

Jimmy Page: At Final Frontier, I went into my match with Chris Bond a man on a mission. Chris Bond wanted to prove something to you guys, and I know what he wanted. He wanted me to relapse, he wanted me to regress, but surprise nothing changed. Funny how that works right?  See, I didn’t make excuses, I knew if I wanted to stop Bond I had to get a bit nasty; That comes with the job. Because in Bond’s world, I’m defanged--I’m suppose to be passive now that I go to therapy three times a week and pet my cat. But I bared my teeth that night in Albany, New York! So I guess I still got some bite left in me don’t I…?!

Page looks around, beaming resolve after overcoming a major path in the long, winding road to a better life for himself.

Jimmy Page: And Bond found that out, he found out I’m still willing to shed blood in this ring! I’m willing to go there, and Bond? I’m sure you’re regretting it went there. Hey, it’s not all bad, if it’s any consolation, I’m sure Harter’s regretting it too. He sent an old man out to finish his fight and it ended up being a net negative! So maybe Dom Harter will finally be a man, come out here and face me!

Page emphasises this statement as he points down at the canvas. The fans get behind him as he keeps his steadfast demeanor.

Jimmy Page: I know you’re back there Harter, there’s no need to wait it out. There’s no time to get the car warmed up and try and skip town. I’ve got all night I’m not going anywhere, so get the Hell out here or I come back there and find you myself, The Murder be damned! Christmas wasn’t too long ago, and I still haven’t given you that present you’ll NEVER forget. So come claim it! Here I’ll even--

Page walks over towards the ropes, holding the middle and top rope open.

Jimmy Page: Open the ropes up for you, since you’re use to being treated like a spoiled little bitch! C’mon, we’re burning night out here!

There’s a moment of silence as Jimmy sits there waiting. The crowd falling into a hushed sense of awe as they wait to see whether Harter will take the challenge.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page meaning business tonight, Stephy. Do you think Dom Harter will accept the challenge?

Stephy Auger: You know Dom’s never backed down from a challenge in his life, Cruise.

When suddenly...

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

The crowd erupt into a a chorus of boos as The Tenacious Little Bastard steps out from behind the curtain. None of the usual pomp and circumstance surrounds him, though; the traditional pose is missing, as is the bandana and leather jacket. Dressed in just a pair of jeans and a New Murder t-shirt, Dom strides slowly down the aisle.

Stephy Auger: What did I tell you, Cruise? Dom Harter doesn’t back down from anyone.

Kris Cruise: And just look at the smile on Jimmy Page’s face right now. I’m not sure if he expected Dom to accept the invitation, but damn he’s happy that he did!

Dom Harter: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear! But seriously, Jimmy, I’m not about to congratulate you for winning at Final Frontier. I’m not commending you on a hard fought victory over one of my ‘lieutenants’. And not only because you’ll think them hollow words without any real feeling behind them … and you’d be right. But because you and I both know this war isn’t over.

Dom twirls the microphone in his hand as he continues walking down towards the ring, albeit slowly.

Dom Harter: But you won a battle. You sunk my battleship, Jimmy! Think of yourself as the Bismarck for all I care, Jimmy, because now you’re getting brave. Because now you’re calling me out again, as if you’ve forgotten what happened last time - but these fans haven’t forgotten, have you?

Harter gestures out to the crowd who boo accordingly. They remember All Star Showdown all too well. A smirk breaks out on Harter’s face as he stops at the bottom of the aisle, staring up at Page who’s still holding the ropes open for him. The two men glaring at one another, before Harter turns away. He walks towards the steel steps and up onto the ring apron - but not the side that Page is holding open. Instead, Dom steps through the ropes by himself as Jimmy Page moves away from the ropes towards the center of the ring.

FUCK HIM UP, JIMMY! FUCK HIM UP!

FUCK HIM UP, JIMMY! FUCK HIM UP!

FUCK HIM UP, JIMMY! FUCK HIM UP!

Stephy Auger: This crowd showing no respect!

Page begins to pace around Harter, looking him over.

Jimmy Page: You know, for a moment there, I thought this was a joke. Because the real Dom Harter would just sit in the back and let his dogs come. But then I heard the crap spew from your throat and realized you’re the real deal: A myopic piece of trash with enough word salad to feed the homeless.

Page stops in front of Harter, staring straight into his eyes. Dom just smirks though, which would unsettle most men. But not Jimmy Page.

Jimmy Page: You and your little cult might’ve gotten the jump on me, but that didn’t stop me now did it? Turns out I’m stubborn and don’t know when to quit. You always have this mentality that because you set all your toy soldiers out that means I should run off scared. I’ve been in this company for many years and still--when it comes down to you, you don’t get me at all. Say what you will, I know plenty of people who will say the same thing you’ll parrot back at me in vitriol. But I don’t quit! I don’t bend down and kiss anyone’s feet! And that seems to go against everything in your damn career because you always want people to pay attention to you! You make promises to these lemmings who will do anything for nice shiny things, then you spit’em out!! All while sporting this painted on mask of altruism while withholding your true face…

Page brings the mic up to his lips and gets in Harter’s face.

Jimmy Page: Avarice! That’s been your M.O. when you were with Pooler and Drake, and that’s your M.O. now! You don’t change, you paint on a different face and trick people into joining your agenda! I see through it, and it eats you alive deep down knowing that someone’s on to your game. I’m the thing that will never go away in your mind Harter! Not unless you do something about it. Not Molly, not Bond, not your dog, NO ONE…

Page points at Dom.

Jimmy Page: But you. You want me gone, do it with your own hands. Do the dirty work for once and find the nuts to get the damn thing done  instead of sending Bond to do it for you. I’m right here, so what are you gonna do about it?

Page shrugs his shoulders, then places his hands inside his pockets. His eyes stay glued on Harter in a lazy manner. He continues to chew his gum, waiting for Harter to do something besides smirk at him. Page mouths, “C’mon, do something.” trying to goad Harter on. Slowly, Dom raises the microphone to his lips.

Dom Harter: ...his name is Fenrys.

The name draws another chorus of boos from the crowd as Dom waits to speak again.

Dom Harter: And you’d do well to speak it with some respect. But I know you don’t change, Jimmy. That’s why you never got picked for The New Murder, or Heroes Never Die - if you remember who they are. That’s why you were in the wrong back when you aligned with Chris Q, and why you’re still wrong now. Because you’re so … inflexible, so rigid. So intransigent. But don’t pretend you know me, Jimmy. Don’t pretend you understand me. Don’t pretend you get what The New Murder is all about!

Dom raises his voice for a moment, drawing a smirk and a chuckle from Jimmy Page. Dom takes a steps closer to his rival, pointing a hand shaped like a gun at Jimmy’s forehead.

Dom Harter: But I know one thing about you, Jimmy. The only thing that’ll stop is a bullet to the brain…

He says as Jimmy Page is caught from behind! A forearm shot to the back of the head sends him stumbling as Fenrys tags him. Suddenly Page finds himself in the ring with three members of The New Murder as Fenrys and Chris Bond have slid in under the bottom rope behind him.  

Kris Cruise: It was an ambush?!

Stephy Auger: The New Murder have Jimmy Page surrounded, and it’s three on one!

Page spins to attack Fenrys, only to get caught by a Harter chopblock! He drops to the mat as all three New Murder members start to put the boots to him. Jimmy tries valiantly to get back to his feet, only to get a punt kick to the ribs from Dom before he decides the best course of action is to live to fight another day. Page rolls out under the bottom rope, holding his ribs in pain before he straightens up. Page looks at them all with a smirk. He gets down on his knees and picks up the microphone. Scooting backwards he places his back against the commentary table to sit down on the ground.

Jimmy Page: Coward...you’re sucha--

Page chuckles to himself, knocking the mic against his temple. He can’t help but see through Dom’s show of “power”.

Jimmy Page: Fine, fine okay. So I guess you can’t do it on your own. It’s so typical of you, it’s almost like a script. So, what this tells me is that you all wanna fall on the sword with him, am I right? Of course I am. So how about this: You all will get to fall on the sword TOGETHER! Because I’m putting an end to it once and for all…

Page stands up, still nursing his ribs before crawling up on the commentary table. He stands up on it, clutching the microphone in his hands. The members of The New Murder stand in a triangle formation, Bond and Fenrys leaning over the ropes to glare at Page while Dom stays back in the center of the ring.

Jimmy Page: NO MORE GAMES! NO MORE SNEAK ATTACKS! NO MORE BEATING ON YOU ALL ONE AT A TIME! I WANT THE WHOLE THING!!! I WANT THE MURDER...IN STEEL WARFARE!!!!

Page tosses the microphone as hard as he can inside of the ring as he stands on the table. His eyes burning a giant hole through everyone who stood in the ring. He mouths something to The New Murder as Dom has a puzzled look on his face. Page just threw down the gauntlet against The Murder, but did he bite off more than he could chew. The camera becomes fixated on an angry Jimmy Page as the scene fades to black.