Vertigo (05.26.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!


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


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



Verizon Arena
North Little Rock, AR

The cameras cut to the ring where J.A. Aldridge stands, microphone in hand, ready to make his introduction.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time… please welcome Ricky Valero and the FGA Undisputed Champion, Evan Envi… The GOOOOOD GUYS!

Boos rain down from every direction during the initial silence after the announcement… before Andrew Gold’s “Thank You For Being a Friend” hits the PA system, with the Tron displaying the Good Guys’ best moments (mostly tight embraces) in black-and-white.

Stephy Auger: YES!

Kris Cruise: Jeeeeesus.

Evan Envi and Ricky Valero emerge from the back, both pausing at the top of the ramp to soak in the reaction from the Little Rock audience. Ricky whispers something to Envi, prompting Envi to raise his Undisputed Title high above his head to the crowd-- but recoils a bit as the boos simply intensify. Looking unimpressed by the reaction, Evan Envi leads the way to the ring with Ricky Valero rubbing his shoulders and shouting words of encouragement from behind.

Stephy Auger: We’re lucky the Chief is so iron-willed. Most people would break under this kind of pressure. Evan Envi is the face of a new, reinvigorated Vertigo, and most importantly, the undisputed face of FGA. But look at that swagger! Look at that smile! Even Ricky Valero’s glowing!

While Ricky hops onto the apron, Evan Envi walks the perimeter of the ring, lifting the Undisputed Championship high in the air. He motions for Aldridge to hand him two microphones, which the ring announcer does without hesitation, moving to take his seat. Valero sits along the middle rope, pushing up on the top to allow his BEST FRIEND easier entrance into the ring. After taking several seconds to make a show of thanking Valero, Envi finally enters the ring, raising the title above his head again-- feigning a look of surprise when a chorus of boos rain down on the Good Guys.

Stephy Auger: I don’t know why I expected anything better from these people, Cruise. We have living legends standing in the ring right now and--

Kris Cruise: Let me stop you there.

Evan Envi shakes his head a bit and raises the mic.

Evan Envi: Wow.

Ricky Valero: Wow.

Evan Envi: Wowww. These guys.

Envi turns and gestures around him toward the people of Little Rock.

Evan Envi: First of all, watch your mouths. We’re already in Arkansas. Alright? We’ve done our good deed for the night. The least you people could do is--

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ricky briefly cups his hands over Evan‘s ears, shielding him from the negative energy of the Arkansas audience. Envi waves the people off, moving the Undisputed Championship onto his shoulder as he raises the mic again.

Evan Envi: Look. Alright. I get it. I kind of anticipated a reaction like this after what happened last week. And I wanted to let you guys know-- the Good Guys have listened to your concerns. We heard that Vertigo’s invasion of the Cajundome was met with… mmmm... some mixed reviews. Some mixed reviews, indeed. And among some of our strongest critics were… Noelle Smith… and…

There are cheers echoing throughout the arena at the mention of the fan-favorite. Ricky holds up one finger as Envi continues with his list.

Evan Envi: ...the United States Champion, Savannah Taylor…

This time, boos rain down at the mention of Taylor. Ricky holds up two fingers and Envi nods, giving the audience a tired look.

Evan Envi: I wholeheartedly agree with that one. But you know one person that didn’t criticize us? You know one person that didn’t run our names into the dirt on social media when all was said and done? You know one person that-- shockingly-- realized their place in this… the person that kept their mouth shut? Our… friend… John. Matter of fact, Johnny Karma got the heck outta dodge before things even got heated. It was almost like he KNEW Flashpoint as a whole had to pay for what happened in Birmingham two weeks ago. The audacity of not one, not two, but FOUR unwelcome visitors showing up on our front door on what was supposed to be the most special day of the Chief’s life. It was blatant disrespect and it HAD to be addressed, man! Johnny— he KNEW what was coming and instead of staying like a team player, he ran!

The audience boos which causes Ricky and Evan to nod their heads vigorously.

Evan Envi: Boo indeed! Johnny Karma deserted his team when they needed him the most. Johnny Karma knows absolutely nothing about being a team player. WE…

Ricky and Evan point between themselves.

Evan Envi: We are a heck of a team. As a MATTER OF FACT, tonight is the official debut of the Good Guys in an FGA ring. You guys hyped?!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Envi’s jaw drops a bit. Ricky takes the microphone from him, glaring into the audience.

Ricky Valero: What a surprise. 12,000 rednecks in Arkansas are too stupid to distinguish good from bad and recognize when two icons of the wrestling world are standing directly in front of them. But then again, Arkansas is the same state that produced such people as The Clintons…

The arena erupts into a chorus of jeers. A small chant of “Lock her up!” can be heard coming down from the nosebleeds. A devilish grin creeps across Ricky’s face.

Ricky Valero: ...and makes it perfectly legal to beat your wife whenever you feel suitable, so long as you can curb your urges to commit to domestic abuse to just once in a month..

This time, the boo birds fly at Ricky in disapproval. Ricky can’t help but chuckle as he shakes his head at the capacity crowd while Envi mockingly winces.

Ricky Valero: You can boo me all you want, but you people know you are a joke. Monkeys in the Little Rock Zoo down the street are more educated than all of you! Take pride though, people, because by the look of all of you, no one on Earth is as well fed.

Ricky shudders in disgust while Envi snickers in the background, grinning at the booing masses.

Ricky Valero: But hey, why solve world hunger when we can just fill your stupid faces with all the cheeseburgers and donuts Fujiko could ever dream of!

He gets a mixed reaction thanks, in part, to the mention of FGA’s Pride Champion.

Ricky Valero: But enough about the unhealthy physical state of our grotesque “Apex Goddess”...as my best friend here mentioned, the Good Guys make their official in-ring debut tonight and we do it against a team you all just can’t help but jump up out of your seats for...FIRING SQUAD!

Sure enough, the fans roar at the mention of the Good Guys’ opponents, which amuses Ricky. Envi cries out “what a dumb name!”, looking into the crowd in confusion.

Ricky Valero: Predictable. Every single one of you. Just like the result in our tag-team debut tonight is predictable: a big, fat W. Look, I can stand here in front of you and talk all night about why we’re going to win, but you already know. I mean, yes, we are going up against longtime punching bag Luke Jackson and his tag team partner, Ymir Ocampos. But individually, we are the two biggest superstars FGA has ever seen. We are game changers who alter the landscape of this beautiful sport we call wrestling every time we step foot inside a ring. United? We are a force no one else in this company wishes to stand across from. Just look at the frustration we’ve caused so many people in this company because our friendship. Johnny Karma, Chandler Scott, Noelle Smith, Savannah Taylor, Hadley Herrera...the list goes on and on. Everyone’s in a panic because they see myself and Evan busting through that glass ceiling, dismantling the good ol’ boys club and finally taking FGA back for the Good Guys! We’re creating an FGA in which the cream truly rises to the top, in which the good guys prevail over evil. This new era began when Evan Envi captured the Undisputed Championship at Only the Strong Survive, and it will continue with us staking our claim as FGA’s first-ever United States Tag Team Champions! Everyone of you idiots in the crowd knows it. Everyone in the back knows it, too. Anyone else who begs to differ is going to think differently after they see what we do to Ymir and my old pal Luke a little later on tonight!

Ricky clenches his jaw as chants of “RICKY SUCKS!” begin to fill the arena. Envi calmly takes the microphone from his tag partner and shakes his head at the capacity crowd in Little Rock.

Evan Envi: He does not suck! Y’all need to stop. You stay out here chanting falsehoods like this and people like Ymir Ocampos and Luke Jackson are gonna think they have any semblance of a chance of beating us and that’s… that’s just not the case. Alright? Those United States Tag Team Championships might as well have our names on there, waiting for us, engraved when we make it to the finals. The GOOD GUYS are gonna represent Vertigo as the first-ever U.S. Tag Champs. And who else would you want? Firing Squad— they’re OOOOKAY, but they’re not instilling fear into the hearts of an entire roster like your boys!

Ricky scoffs with a sour look on his face as a simple, monotone “NOPE!” gets picked up by the mic.

Evan Envi: And don’t get me wrong— we didn’t want to take things as far as we did on Flashpoint last week but Jimmy Page, man…

Ricky blows out a deep breath, shaking his head a little, eyes widening at the mention of Page.

Evan Envi: Dude, he was crazy. He was absolutely beside himself. He INSISTED that we raid the Cajundome. It was— I mean, I was like “yo, Jimmy, we should maybe chill a little. We don’t wanna jeopardize livelihoods, they have families and stuff” and Jimmy was like “NO WAY, KILL THEM ALL.” And I was like “WOW, DANG JAMES” but he was so convincing.

Again, Ricky gets picked up by the mic as he nods his head saying, “He was like a deranged madman!” Envi responds with a callous shrug.

Evan Envi: So at the end of the day, I have some regrets about it, but I allowed myself to cross the line at the behest of Jimmy Page. We went there to send a message to Hadley Herrera and the members of Flashpoint, but what transpired was beyond our—

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon plays and the fans erupt in cheers. Page comes out, looking a bit agitated at Envi and Valero’s schtick. Page has a microphone in tow, and raises it to his lips. He slowly begins to walk down to the ring while he talks.

Jimmy Page: Wanna know what I can’t stand? Ignorant pissants like you who think people are toys for you to play with. You, and Valero, and Macdonald--you just don’t know when to quit. This little game you’re playing with my name Envi, it’s gonna STOP!!

Page glares into the ring at the two men. Envi and Valero, of course, play stupid as Page continues to walk down the ramp in a methodical pace.

Jimmy Page: See, say what you will about Karma, him being inserted into our Undisputed Championship match caught me off guard as much as it did you. Boy, would I love to get you all alone in a ring just so I can beat you ringpost to ringpost. I guess I’m just a lil’ upset I won’t get you all to myself. But at the end of the day, competition is competition, and when that time comes, I’ll face Karma and do what I gotta do. The thing is Envi, I don’t think you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. I don’t even think your friend understands what you’ve gotten yourself into. Valero over here’s seen a lot of crap like this in your career, haven’t you Ricky??

The camera gets a good look at Valero who has a smug expression on his face.

Jimmy Page: Why don’t you tell Envi what wars like this are all about. Because the idiot doesn’t quite understand that because of his stupid decisions he’s opened up a floodgate neither you, nor Macdonald can CLOSE! What you did on Flashpoint, you pressed the big red button in this company. You’ve pressed the button and the missiles are gonna fall and everyone who isn’t a part of your stupid drama are going to suffer. But you don’t care do you? No, your petty little war on Flashpoint and on these fans are more important. That’s my problem with guys like you Envi, it’s that at the end of the day you’re nothing but a smug, naive, cancerous little baby who couldn’t stand it that both brands passed on you!!!

The fans cheer as Page continues to stare at the two men in the ring. Page continues down to the ring, pointing at the two. Envi shakes his head, raising the Undisputed Championship off of his shoulder as he glares at Page.

Evan Envi: Look, man, you--

Jimmy Page: You think that belt is a shield from the fact, and that’s why I’m here to insert some reality back into this little picture you got here. The reality is that what goes around, comes around. It might not be tomorrow, it might not be for another month, but you’re gonna get yours from the people you hurt mark my words. But for now…

Page has stopped at the apron, he taps the side of his mic looking at the men with a coldness in his eyes. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the crowd.

Jimmy Page: I might as well take a piece for myself…

Page tosses the mic over his shoulder and slides into the ring. Envi and Ricky quickly exit the ring on opposite without a second to think.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ricky whispers something into Envi’s ear who sterns at Page for a bit. “We could’ve been friends!!!” Envi shouts as he points at Page in a judging manner. Page leans over the ropes and mouths back, “Shove it up your ass!” Page circles the ring saying “F**king coward…” as he watches Valero and Envi walk backwards up the ramp. Before that, Envi holds up the Undisputed Championship and gives a small smirk at Page.

Stephy Auger: Seems like SOMEONE isn’t taking the fact that Evan’s champ and he isn’t to heart!

Kris Cruise: Oh please, give me a break, the reason why Page is so irritated is because the Good Guys have been nothing but poison since coming to Vertigo. They enticed a WAR!! And now everyone’s going to have to pay the price!

Stephy Auger: It’s not our fault Flashpoint is such a mediocre show that can’t keep such good talent! Macdonald is a businessman and he did what was best for business!

Kris Cruise: He’s sending this ship towards a iceberg and I don’t like it!! We’ll be back after these messages!

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

We return from commercial and Spencer Burke is trying to put on his brightest face for the camera especially after Ricky and Evan were...themselves.

Spencer Burke: Never a dull moment and this certainly equates to who I have next to me...and that would be the representative of Seth Iser...Vincent Moretti!

Soon enough Moretti wheels into the picture with his high powered wheelchair with crutches dangling out the back of it including the one he has used on numerous occasions here in FGA being bent to all hell. He ends up doing a donut around Spencer which makes him look increasingly uncomfortable while Moretti just has this mischievous smirk etched on his face.

Vincent Moretti: Hello Spence.

Spencer Burke: Well Mr. Moretti, your client has a busy night coming up where he goes one on one with Molly Reid in their first ever meeting.

Vincent Moretti: We’ve been aware of Molly for a while now...even before we came into the company, Spence. I think she’s the chameleon of professional wrestling with how effortless she can blend to what’s going on and take advantage of...well any situation. Does it in a blur too if we’re honest here. Former New Murder representative...current representative for the Vertigo vs Flashpoint match that’s been brewing and more or less caused all the invasion stuff like when my client had to help Chandler Scott to both a shoe size with a boot to the head and get him a table for one a couple weeks ago alongside a number of other people and the good guys.

Moretti pauses for a moment and there’s that cat who ate the canary esq grin etched on his face and you can certainly hear the fans boo loudly at that memory and after he even lets out a light laugh at the carnage that has created he decides to continue.

Vincent Moretti: But alas Molly here we are aren’t we? You accomplished what you’ve accomplished both here and elsewhere...but I get the feeling your own little arrogance might be starting to blind you to what’s really going on here...so I’ll enlighten you as someone who has been around for a while…

Moretti pauses for a minute as there is a mass of security sprinting back behind them and Vincent and Spencer look back confused for a moment but Moretti just shrugs and continues to roll with it.

Vincent Moretti: Tonight kiddo should be a rare experience for you because you want to be the best? What better way than to face a sixteen year veteran who has experienced the entire world as well as being one of the most vicious bastards to have ever laced up a pair of boots? You can flip, fly and try to blend in but he sees through the camoflauge young cameleon and you can take yet another step in your own wrestling education and your conquest to being the best by learning up close and in person why my client is one of the greatest minds the sport has ever seen.

Spencer Burke: I’m sorry Vince…

Vincent Moretti: VINCENT damn you.

Spencer Burke: Vincent...but look behind us.

Moretti soon looks and starts to wheel toward where a second mob of security has sprinted to and as soon as we all get a little closer you can see an enraged man being dragged out of the locker room with his suit all messed up and his black hair flying everywhere as he’s trying to scratch and claw through the mass of bodies to get in there. Soon enough there’s a second person near that door also trying to them and he’s dressed in more casual attire in sweats and a t-shirt. Soon enough we get an idea who is fighting by hearing his yell.

Seth Iser: I’M EXTERMINATING THIS VIRUS OWEN!

Iser ends up elbowing past one of the guards to try to get free and throws a cheap right hand while Owen’s a little restrained and the two start throwing haymakers over the mass of bodies as security is having a truly hard time keeping these two blood rivals apart. Spencer looks shocked by this development while Moretti is pouting a little bit that his microphone time got cut short.

Owen Gonsalves: This WILL end Iser! This WILL END!

Owen and Iser finally seem to have been pulled apart a little distance wise and at this point Iser spots Moretti and the crutches and he snatches the non bent crutch of the two and while he’s trying to pry the hands of security away from him from disarming him he flings it as hard as he can into the other locker room and you hear one guy let out an ‘oof’ from the impact...but considering Owen is hard charging it wasn’t Owen that he hit! Owen leaps onto the pile and they all fall like dominos and the two start scraping on the ground again with rights and lefts and both piles of security dive in to clean up the carnage.

Vincent Moretti: CITIZENS ARREST! ARREST OWEN FOR BEING A F***WIT!

After some kicking and punching and vulgar yells from the two brawling combatants the two mobs of security are finally successful in separating the two. Owen is literally dragged back into the locker room while Iser is being dragged more toward the interview area Moretti and Spencer were before hand. Iser is scrapping and spitting toward Owen with increasing hostility before he we hear the door get locked in that locker room to prevent the two from going after one another unless Iser wants to kill the door too. We can finally see that it was indeed the Shootcamp locker room. Some bangs are heard and Owen seems to be kicking it from the other side before those die off while Iser soon commands to the security…

Seth Iser: GET THE HELL OFF ME!

Before long Iser spots Spencer Burke finally in his rage and soon enough he just snatches the microphone in a huge fit of rage. His suit is disorganized and a mess and he’s seething in absolute fury and Moretti is just trying to make sure he maintains some level of composure but he’s unable to.

Seth Iser: OWEN! I swear on the grave of my fallen brothers in this industry...you will NEVER have YOUR peace in THIS industry for what you’ve done to me and everyone who has come before you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU DISRESPECTFUL GIT!? YOU’LL NEVER HAVE PEACE!

Iser is literally yelling at the top of his lungs those statements in pure rage which makes even the loud(even by his standards) statements to follow seem quiet in comparison. Security seems to be trying to mob him.

Seth Iser: And Molly!? Molly f***ing Reid as some of the fans chant...I’m going to give you an education that you couldn’t have gotten yourself since you self trained and all by beating the living hell out of you and sealing away your damned arrogance so you and the entire world understand that I am NOT someone to mess with at the end of the day! You, the ultraviolent virus Owen, and the rest of these god damned fans will KNEEL at the Altar of the man they once called The Deity of Destruction when I’m through with ALL OF YOU! Now get the f*** off me!

Iser ends up flinging the microphone in the direction of the door before he’s again starting to get dragged away by the mob while Spencer has this fearful look on his face and Moretti just wheels behind the entire mob to follow his friend and associate and there is a sinister smile on Vincent’s face knowing destruction could be coming as those gears are spinning in his head.

[FGA Office]

Previously Recorded

When the scene fades inside a local bar in good ol’ Little Rock, country music was heard blaring through the speakers with a lot of chatter in the background. As the camera pans around, a dozen men and women wearing RIP cuts are seen having themselves a good time as they spoke to one another. It was Memorial Day weekend and a quite a few of these Reapers were veterans who proudly served the United States of America. As the camera zoomed towards a back booth a hand reached over onto the table grabbing some nuts. As the camera got a little closer Ryder McKnight was seen sitting far back into the booth to the point he as under a shadow watching all of his Reaper brethren enjoy each others company. His eyes scanned the room as he ate the peanuts and washed them down with a cold beer. By now people knew when and when not to mess with Ryder. Specifically when he sat alone to himself. Even though this was a charter he has never had the pleasure of being around, you can bet your ass word got around about him. Nobody knew where Ryder was originally from or much of his past. Just know he was one crazy sumbitch that you shouldn’t dare get on his bad side and count your blessings because he was on your side. Ryder looked at the beer for a moment as if he wasn’t truly satisfied with the taste.

Ryder McKnight: This ain’t gonna do me any good..Damn h--

McKnight stopped himself as he looked up to see the door of the bar open up and the crowd raised up their drinks in salute of the man who just stepped inside. The Vice President of the infamous club, Joey Perello. Perello nods as he then looks around searching for someone in particular. Once he looked to a back corner seeing how dark it was he figure that’s where he’d find who he was looking for. As the VP got closer, Ryder grunted.

Ryder McKnight: Took ya long enough. Lemme guess, you got caught up picking out Huggies in Walmart again?

McKnight says with a chuckle. Perello waves the comment off with a laugh and takes a seat in the booth directly across from Ryder. Before Perello can even call for a drink, he’s brought a long-neck bottle of Miller Lite with the cap already off. The waitress sets it on the table, Perello immediately grabbing it and chugging it down to next to nothing.

Joey Perello: *Burps* That, and the Yankees game was stressing me out. I almost didn’t show up here because of those sonsabitches.

Turning back toward the waitress, Perello asks for something stronger (a plain shot of Jack Daniels to be specific) and brings his attention back to Ryder.

Joey Perello: Why are you over here...brooding? Did one of these waitresses not give you their number?

Ryder growls at the comment and rolls his eyes

Ryder McKnight: Shut up...I’m just..Forget it, you wouldn’t understand. Look, VP. Tomorrow night..

He pauses for a moment.

Ryder McKnight: Tomorrow night we start on our path to become the FGA US Tag Champs...Champions. Something nobody can doubt we should already be. I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn’t nervous about even becoming one but...I’m anxious. Is this sort of thing normal? The want to have the gold all to yourself?

Joey listens closely to Ryder and watches as the waitress brings him his shot. Leaning back against the booth, Perello grips the shot with his right hand and points a finger at Ryder with his left.

Joey Perello: Let me tell you a story.

Perello swigs down his shot, grimaces as he swallows it down and continues.

Joey Perello: A few years ago, I was a champion in the world of wrestling. No Limits champion, but I was engaged in a rivalry with someone who I truly wanted to murder. There was nothing professional wrestling about my rivalry with this man, and because of that? I surrendered my championship because I knew that it was nothing more than a prop during that moment. Fast forward another few years later…

Perello crosses his hands across his stomach.

Joey Perello: I’m the champion in the world of mixed martial arts. During that time, I ended up fu**ing up my elbow and I had to surrender that championship as well. Then, another year or so after that, I found myself in a position to compete for the Global champion while I was the general manager of Subversion. Initially, I didn’t care for the championship. I didn’t care whether or not I won the match. All I wanted to do was put that sonbitch down because he decided to throw dirt on my name. But, during that actual match itself?

Perello shrugs.

Joey Perello: Something changed. I saw that Global championship, I remembered what happened with my last two championship reigns, and ever since then? I’ve been on a quest for gold. I’ve been on a mission to call myself a champion in both the world of wrestling and MMA. It takes a little while for it to click, but there is something satisfying about calling yourself champion. In my case, I didn’t realize that until after I was relinquished two championships. You’ve realized it very early, and yes...it’s completely normal. Listen, Ryder…

Perello looks to his right and grabs the beer out of the hand of a passing RIP prospect. The prospect appears ready to say something until he notices who exactly took his beer and immediately walks away.

Joey Perello: We’ve been put on the backburner in Frontier Grappling Arts for how long now? That only added fuel to your fire. Being paid to beat people up...legally...is still new to you. You’re going to be nervous. You’re going to be happy. You’re going to furious. It’s all a part of the ride and all you have to let yourself do is enjoy it. That, and don’t let nervousness creep up in our match against the Saturnian Connection.

Perello takes as swig from his beer.

Joey Perello: We’re winning those straps.

Perello points over at Viktor Volkov and “Cycki” Jo Nowak, the current reigning HKW Global Tag Team champions.

Joey Perello: I’m tired of those two sonsabitches having the bragging rights.

Ryder nods.

Ryder McKnight: Yeah...Yeah I want that. I want to feel that feeling of being champ. F**k it. Let’s enjoy the night..Then tomorrow? Let the blood rain on the f**ks!

Ryder stands up on the table and howls unexpectedly before drenching himself with the beer. Nobody knew what he was doing but they just roared in cheers anyways as the scene fades away.

[FGA Office]

United States Tag Team Championship Tournament (First Round)
Reapers in Pride vs. Saturnian Connection

The match starts off with RIP attacking the Saturnian Connection from behind with clubbing strikes across the back and neck. They then send Nando Fresno and Jillian Clay into the far ropes. When they return, they see Joey Perello and Ryder McKnight setting up for a pair of back body drops. So they stop and kick them in the face, standing them both upright. Fresno and Clay then turn and run back into the ropes. When they return, Perello and McKnight hoist them up in the air for a pop-up maneuver. But Fresno and Clay counter with hurricanranas, bringing them both down! RIP get sent back to the mat with a pair of dropkicks. When RIP return to their feet, Fresno knocks Perello down with a spinning wheel kick while Clay delivers a headscissors takedown to McKnight! They both make the cover on RIP, but both members of RIP kick out at two.

The Saturnian Connection bring RIP into opposite corners. Fresno tries to go to work on Perello with Holyfield-esque jabs and hooks. But Perello quickly grabs him by the dreads, tosses him into the corner and unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts t the body. Across the ring, Clay hits McKnight with multiple forearms. McKnight then ends up doubling her over with a knee to the midsection, tossing her into the corner and delivering multiple back elbow strikes to the face. RIP then go for an irish whip. But instead of the Saturnian Connection colliding in the middle of the ring, Fresno ducks while Clay hurdles over him. Fresno then runs into the corner and hits McKnight with a spinning heel kick while Clay hits Perello with a running forearm strike! Clay and Fresno then take RIP and send them crashing into each other in the center of the ring! While RIP are dazed, Fresno and Clay head out onto the apron in separate corners. After climbing the top turnbuckles, Fresno brings Mcknight down with a diving tornado facebuster while Clay knocks Perello down with a corkscrew moonsault! She makes the cover. But Perello kicks out at two.

After McKnight is stomped to the outside by Fresno and Clay, the Saturnian Connection take Perello and whip him into the opposite corner. Fresno runs across the ring and connects with a Stinger Splash. After Perello slumps down in the corner, Clay runs over and delivers a cannonball senton. Clay heads into the opposite corner while Fresno pulls Perello back up. After Fresno drops down on all fours, Clay runs across the ring, jumps off Fresno’s back and goes for another cannonball. This time, Perello catches Clay in mid air and throws her down across Fresno’s back with a powerbomb! Perello then pulls up Clay and whips her into the opposite corner. He then yanks up Fresno by his dreads, lifts him up, runs across the ring and delivers a Buckle Bomb into Clay! While Fresno stumbles out of the corner, Clay collapses to the canvas. Perello then throws Fresno down with a T-Bone Suplex for a two count.

The match continues as McKnight is tagged back in. RIP takes Fresno and send him into the ropes with an irish whip. When he returns, RIP throws him down with a double spinebuster! McKnight makes the cover. But Fresno gets his shoulder up at two. Tag back out to Perello. RIP takes Fresno and sends him back into the ropes with another irish whip. When he returns, RIP brings him down with a double pop-up flapjack! McKnight makes the cover. But Fresno gets his shoulder up at two. Tag back out to Perello. McKnight heads into the ropes as Perello heads over and grabs Fresno by the legs. When McKnight returns, RIP delivers No More Voices (wheelbarrow hold/jumping curbstomp combination)! Perello makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Clay dives over and breaks up the pin.

In the seventh minute, Fresno dives over and tags out to Clay. Clay scales to the top rope, leaps off and knocks Perello down with a diving forearm for a two count! She then delivers an arm wrench into a single arm DDT! As Perello gets up on his knees, Clay heads into the ropes, comes back and delivers the Bestrafen (Running knee drop to back of kneeling opponent’s head) for another two count! An irish whip is then reversed, sending Clay into the ropes. McKnight cheapshots her with a knee to the lower back! As Clay staggers away from the ropes, Perello knocks her down with the Ground Rule (freefall flapjack into a European Uppercut)! While Clay struggles to get back to her feet, Perello gives her the finger gun taunt from behind. Just as Perello’s about to strike, Fresno turns him around and peppers him with rights and lefts. The Alien Hunter then heads into the ropes. When he returns, RIP knocks him down with the East Side Clap (bearhug/jumping hook kick combination)! As Clay turns around, McKnight heads out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle while Perello turns her upside down. RIP then delivers the Open Casket (simultaneous Tombstone Piledriver/diving double foot stomp combination)! Perello makes the cover and gets the one, two, three.

Reapers in Pride O ||Open Casket (10:18) || Santurnian Connection X

[FGA Office]

The camera takes us backstage just in time to see the flashy, arrogant newcomer to FGA’s Vertigo Brand, Marlon Cure, walking through the locker room area as one of his drivers follows behind him with his bags and another seemed to be talking to him about something or another. This is the scene Jessie Penderson walks in on as she manages to catch up to the young star and matches him stride for stride.

Jessie Pederson: Marlon, can I have a moment of your-

Cure holds up a hand, causing Jessie to pause as both come to a stop. He takes a long puff of his Cigar. Quickly handing the cigar to one of his drivers, he turns to Jessie with an arched eyebrow.

Marlon Cure: ...Proceed.

Jessie Pederson: Um… alright. Last week you made your debut with a victory over the FGA Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion, Lowri Moss. Tonight you find yourself paired up with another Champion right from the get go as you face off against Fujiko Mine later on tonight. With two high profile matchups back to back, one can’t help but wonder if you’re being thrown into the deep end early on by facing some of the best that Vertigo has to offer.

Lowering his head, Cure offers a small chuckle as his lips curl into a confident, borderline cocky smirk.

Marlon Cure: Maybe they putting me on because they know I thrive in the spotlight.

Cure places a hand against his chest.

Marlon Cure: Win lose or draw? Ain’t a soul on this roster, Flashpoint or on any other in any promotion that can do what I do when the lights are on bright and all eyes are on me, let alone try and fix their lips to say “I can do better” with a straight face. They can’t talk greasy with reckless abandon in these interviews, go out there and back up every single word and do it all over again the next night, Jessie. Your boy is one of a kind and our GM, Big Brandon McDonald, knows that. That’s why he’s putting me in top spots. Last week y’all saw me grace an FGA Ring as a signed talent and go heads up with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. Tonight they get to see me go up against someone who I hold a great deal of respect for: The Pride Champion, Fujiko Mine.

Cure ignores the pop from the crowd at the mention of Fujiko’s name as he continues.

Marlon Cure: Lemme ask you a question though, Jessie. You ever here the expression “Grind hard enough till your idols become your rivals”?

Jessie gives a nod, before Marlon continues on.

Marlon Cure: This ain’t that… per say. I’ve watched her come up under the tutelage of somebody who laid out the blueprint for becoming a business within the business and from there she grew and became a mega star in her own right. I respect everything that man's done MAJORLY in this business and moreso I respect the hustle, the grind Fujiko has been on to get where she is today…

Marlon’s expression changed into a scowl.

Marlon Cure: ... but I’m tryna get to that spot, and to get there? My road goes right through her, over her, whatever I gotta do to get by her I'm doing. I’m not here for being starstruck and shaking hands, I’m here to craft my own empire out and the foundation starts with me beating the reigning Two Time FGA Pride Champion and walking over two champions in the company right out of the gate. No exceptions, not accepting anything less.

With a smirk, he took back his cigar from his driver and took a long puff.

Marlon Cure: But aye… she can at least take pride in the fact that she took a loss to the man that’s soon to be the best in the game to soothe the sting of defeat she's about to experience, right?

Blowing smoke in Jessie’s face, Cure turns on his heel and begins to walk towards the direction of his locker room as the camera fades.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

06.25.17
All-Star Showdown VI

While Anders is sprawled out on the canvas, Karma steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes on top of Anders with a flying elbow drop.

Kris Cruise: From The Stars Above right to Anders’ cold, black heart!

Instead of making the cover, Karma steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Karma’s going for it again!

Stephy Auger: No! NO!

The crowd cheers as Karma leaps off… and crashes on top of Anders with From The Stars Above.

Stephy Auger: Gah!

Karma returns to his feet and looks around at the crowd.

Kris Cruise: They want one more! Listen to this crowd become unglued.

Stephy Auger: They’re a bunch of savages, that’s why!

Karma steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. But this time, he doesn’t immediately jump off. Instead, Karma looks to the heavens and points up above before leaping off and connecting with from The Stars Above. Cheers and applause fill the arena as Angers lays flattened on the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Karma can feel it and so can these people! He’s got The Mindkiller right where he wants her! We’re second away from a new champi-

Stephy Auger: What’s this?

Karma’s attention gets captured by a masked individual dressed in all black.

Kris Cruise: Wait a second. Is that… is that the same person from earlier tonight?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know. He does have a masked on.

The ref goes over and admonishes the individual to get off the apron and go to the back. But the individual stands there ground. As soon as Karma approaches to knock him off the apron, the individual puts his hand out. He then slowly reaches up and grabs the top of his mask. Karma checks behind him to make sure that Anders is still down. When he turns back towards the individual, karma’s eyes widen as gasps are heard throughout Staples Center.

Kris Cruise: Wait just a minute! That’s not a he! It’s a SHE!

Stephy Auger: And that’s not just any woman, Kris! THAT’S HEATHER LASIEWICZ!

A large pop is heard after the surprise reveal. The crowd then begins to whisper in hushed tones as Lasiewicz remains on the apron with her eyes locked on Karma. Confusion is written all over his face. Even the referee stands in disbelief.

Kris Cruise: I don’t understand! What’s Heather doing out here? She has nothing to do with either Anders or Kar-

Just then, a commotion can be heard coming from a section of the crowd. Karma notices the shrieks coming from behind him. So he turns around, only to get caught by a One Hit Wonder (540 Crescent Kick).

Kris Cruise: Karma just got laid out… by YUN GOEUN!?!? What in the hell is going on here!?

Stephy Auger: I’m just as lost as you are!

The initial pop of seeing Yun’s surprised return is soon overcome by a chorus of jeers and boos. Yun slithers out the ring just as quick as she came  as Lasiewicz calmly steps down to the floor.

The ref turns around and is shocked once he sees both Karma and Anders down on the apron. But it doesn’t stay that way for long as Anders slowly turns over and gets up on her knees. She cackles once she hears the boos raining down on her. The Mindkiller gets back to a vertical base, picks up Karma, lifts him up and plants him with Shotgun Party (small package driver). The ref slides over to make the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd erupts with boos when “Famous” blares throughout the arena.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner aaaaand stillllll the FGA Undisputed Champion, IZZY ANDERS!

The boos continue as Anders gets back to her feet.

Kris Cruise: It all makes sense now! No wonder she didn’t seem that worried about Savannah Taylor being barred from ringside! This was her backup plan all along! Damn her! DAMN! HER!

Stephy Auger: The Mindkiller is always several steps ahead, Cruise. Now, you can all call her the Dreamkiller as well, because she just crushed Karma’s hopes and dreams of becoming champion right under her boot!

[FGA Office]

“Outlet” by Desiigner blared through the Verizon Arena in North Little Rock, Arkansas...

The fans began to cheer as Aria Eckhart made her way down the ramp attired to compete against the ever so frightening Banner Bands.

Noticeably, Aria didn’t stop to slap any of the fans high fives or hug the children as she usually did. If you, the fan at home, had logged onto FGA.com or got on your YouTube account to witness the Aftershows you would have seen a very tense interaction transpire between the returning main event superstar, Izzy Anders, and adopted daughter of legendary wrestler Aurora Jansen.

Eckhart climbed into the ring - stepping over the third rope carefully. A stagehand gave over a microphone to the ex-RISE Champion.

Aria Eckhart: Okay, guys, there’s something I’ve got to get off my chest…

She explained.

Aria Eckhart:  I had to leave Isaiah the Iguana home with his babysitter today because I’ve been thinking long and hard about this situation ever since I saw Izzy Anders-

The audience briefly cut off Vertigo’s Darling in order to boo the former revolutionary.

Aria Eckhart: Yeah yeah we’re all stunned that she came back so unexpectedly, but one thing we can all say is this’ll change everything for everyone on Vertigo because her talent is thaaat much of a difference maker.

The Darling began to walk around the ring to address different portions of the crowd directly.

Aria Eckhart: I’m serious guys...Hear me out. The Rumble may not have even been anything special for me if Izzy didn’t enter it. I probably would be looking for new ways to elevate myself. But....she did enter it and now everyone’s talking about us. People are saying it was one of the biggest moments of my career….I’m not trying to say anything other than the truth here.

She added.

Aria Eckhart: Having Izzy back is pretty much like a star player finally joining the New York Mets or something. It elevates everyone else. Here’s the thing that’s been itching at my side though. I’m really trying to figure out why this happened at the Episode 53 aftershow...Take a look.

Aria raised her arm - and pointed towards the video tron for everyone in attendance (and at home). The feed cut to major snippets of the situation that transpired between Anders and Eckhart.

Birmingham, Alabama
5/12/2018
Vertigo #53 Aftershow
FX

Aria Eckhart: Izzy, everything happened so quickly! I wasn’t trying to slight you on your comeback….ruin your chances to get at the Undisputed Title... or anything like that. Everyone was so shocked. Especially all of us who were in the ring at the time. Like you said...Rori did do a lot for me.

She paused for a brief moment while rubbing the back of Isaiah.

Aria Eckhart: The first thing she ever told me was appreciate every moment inside and outside of the ring.

Izzy waved her hand, trying to calm Aria down.

Izzy Anders: No worries, dear, I don’t slight you for that. I just think that you should get that chance to face someone that you think is on “such a high level.” How about an one on one on a PPV stage against the former Undisputed Champion? How does that fancy you?

Izzy smiled at Aria innocently.

Aria Eckhart: I don’t know what to say…

Aria blurted out.

Aria Eckhart:  I’m just confused….

The Darling stated.

Aria Eckhart: You say your goal is to get the Undisputed Title back. I’m trying to wrap my head around why you’d want to go against me at a pay-per-view when you could be chasing down a contendership with the name value you have.

Izzy closed the distance to “boop” Aria on the nose, following the action with a teasing giggle. She looked at her intently in the eyes. Soon, a serious air came over her face. Her eyes narrowed and the smile faded in lieu to a frown.

Izzy Anders: Don’t deride yourself too much, Aria. Maybe beating you would put me in contendership for something else I want. Maybe this is vengeance. Maybe this is opportunity. Young wrestlers like yourself shouldn’t question a good thing. It might pass you by if you’re not careful.

She drew her hand back, staring at Aria.

Izzy Anders: Give it some thought. I’ll be back for a proper answer.

Aria Eckhart: Cut it...There it is. For those of you who haven’t seen the full video, that right there has had me thinking very hard. Izzy does have a point! If I let something like this just go by I might never make it to a point where I can be a better role model for all of you....That’s why I have to accept the challenge even if she’s better than me-

The crowd sharply cried out for Aria to watch her back. The camera panned back to reveal Izzy Anders with a steel chair raised high in the air, looking poised to bash the back of Aria’s head in. She swung and--

She stopped midway and tapped her on the shoulder with the steel object.

Even with the microphone lowered the audience could hear Aria shout “holy crap!” as she turned around startled - backing away a few steps. She looked at the face of Anders and then at the steel chair. Putting two and two together Aria realized things could have gone south really quickly.

Izzy Anders: Peekaboo.

Izzy moved out from behind Aria and opened the seat up before sitting down there. Reaching forward, she produced a microphone from the inside of her coat. With the same dexterity she poised throughout her tenure, Izzy twirled the microphone around before tapping it on her chin.

Izzy Anders: I told about you about dismissing yourself. C’mon, you’re on Vertigo, you’re here on the big stage. You’re in the ring with me. There’s a lot that you should notice and be proud of. I don’t want to waste my time with someone who cannot look in the mirror and believe in themselves. That’d be asinine.

Izzy looked at Aria, measuring her up and down. She cocked an eyebrow and lifted her eyepatch for a “better” look.

Izzy Anders: You’re a tall drink of water, you know that?

With a snicker, she dismissed the thought.

Izzy Anders: People are talking about us because of what you did and the speculation of how I would react. I bet everyone was seeing me actually crack your skull open with this steel chair. But alas, no, that’s not why I’m out here, really. It’s not why I challenged you either. I don’t have no grand plan to ruin your life--well, no more than beating you.

The former Undisputed Champion shrugged.

Izzy Anders: If I wanted to, then I could have left you out here without any idea of who you were and what you’re doing here in FGA. But to what end would that serve? It’d prove that I’m still the same bitch that I was before I got fired. It would prove that I came back to mess up everyone in my way, but what if that’s not why I’m back? What if I’m back just to face off against people because, I dunno, I like wrestling?

There came a confused series of boos and cheers, to which Izzy looked around the audience with a shocked expression.

Izzy Anders: Oh, don’t it get twisted. I still plan on beating Aria, maybe embarrassing her. She needs a reality check--wait, sorry, I shouldn’t talk about you in the 3rd person.

She shifted fully in the seat to face her. Aria noticeably tensed up as she tended to do when figuratively (and literally) backed into a corner.

Izzy Anders: Would that fancy you, girlie? Would it make it worth your while to get your ass kicked by Izzy FREAKIN’ Anders? Or are you going to get some confidence and try to stop me from doing so? Because you’re sure as hell a better fight in my head than whatever Susan Kent is. So, please, PLEASE, don’t be worse than that. I’ll have to end your career if that’s the case.

Aria Eckhart: STOP! You can’t say that!

Aria’s expression changed slightly from a balanced one to something similar to the look she had on her face when Piper Lennon attacked her in the parking lot all those months ago during their rivalry.

For context, following that ordeal, Aria had admitted to having a deep rooted anger problem in which she became unreasonably upset when pressured if she didn’t take her medication.

In this instance, Aria began to breathe deeply, possibly to calm herself down.

Aria Eckhart: All my life all anyone’s done is try to embarass me, Izzy, ever since I was a kid my family treated me like I was the outcast no matter how nice I tried to be. I used to have panic attacks when I knew I had to visit Brandon, Luke, or Felicity because they made me feel like I had no career. No life.

The Darling’s voice became a bit higher.

Aria Eckhart: All I’ve done this year was try to put feeling like literal garbage behind me!

Aria became slightly more tense than before.

Aria Eckhart: When Rori took me in I felt like I finally belonged. A real family actually cared about me. Didn’t degrade me or tell me shut up in front of everyone every day. They were there for my big championship wins. All of those moments.... I can’t let you just say these type of things to me no matter how good you are in the ring….I can’t let anyone put me back into the little box I was in when I first got to RISE...

Izzy’s eyes are wide with shock over Aria’s eruption.

Aria Eckhart: Izzy I’ve shown you nothing but respect-

Izzy Anders: I guess my job here is done. I didn’t ask for all that, but okay.

Izzy stood up from her chair, kicking it out of the ring with a light back heel kick. She seemed elated almost about Aria’s rage. The tense woman by comparison to Izzy’s casual air seemed even more so.

Izzy Anders: That’s what I was looking for all this time. From what you were saying before about a few second ago, it sounded like you liked the box--it was your safe zone. Sadly, here in FGA, if you haven’t gathered, you can’t afford that. I wanted to see that little pop inside of you. Now that I have, I know I’m not wasting my time.

Izzy closed the gap between them, sizing her up.

Izzy Anders: You can give me all the respect in the world. You can downgrade yourself with each sentence. You can even hold Rori close and have her tell you everything is going to be alright. But if you don’t show that fire to anyone of us, we’ll eat you alive. It’s simple as that. Consider this your first real test here in FGA. Yeah, Fujiko’s great, and she did her part, but now you’re here...in front of me, one of the best that FGA has ever produced. I hope you’re goddamn ready.

Dropping the microphone, Izzy hit the ropes with “Bad Dreams” playing out behind her. She doesn’t look back at Aria, merely taking her way backstage. The feed cut back to a perplexed Aria staring at Anders’ back - leaving fans to think….Perhaps some of the things Izzy said about Aria were true. Maybe her failures to this point had been because she found comfort in self-degradation after years of abuse. Maybe she did need to stop holding her emotions in to get to the next level.

Time would tell if The Darling could survive one of FGA’s most dominant forces...

[FGA Office]

We are backstage with Jessie Pederson who is still scheduled to make an interview with Yan Yungsung but this time, it's more about the introduction of himself. He moves forward until he reaches his locker room where we can see the Asian French Canadian practicing his win chum strike on a Kung fu Wooden Dummy. He seems very focused that he didn't notice the presence of the Interviewer.

Jessie Pederson: S'cuse me, Yan?

Still no response from the Lone Dragon.

Jessie Pederson: Yan Yungsung...

He releases a sigh when he realizes he has earphones in his ears. Jessie approach nears him to snatch the earphones away from the Chinese Canadian wrestler.

Yan Yungsung: Oh! It's you again...

Jessie Pederson: It seems that we meet again, by the way, what were you listening?

Yan Yungsung: Some Wu-Tang Clan beats, perfect to stay fit and be ready for my next match. By the way, what is it this time? I am not even booked to fight this week.

Jessie Pederson: You seem pretty confident so maybe a little introduction about yourself wouldn't hurt you.

Yan smile a little.

Yan Yungsung: My Kung fu skill wasn't enough to show who I am?

Jessie Pederson: Nope, the whole world needs to know who you are. I want to know who you are. So how about you take a seat and talk a little about yourself?

Yan Yungsung: Well ok...

He sits on a bench along with Jessie and begins to talk.

Yan Yungsung: I am Yan Yungsung, son of Conrad Yungsung, that's right I'm a second generation wrestler and the only boy in my family.

Jessie Pederson: Oh! So you have two sisters?

Yan Yungsung: Yeah! One that doesn't want to be in the pro wrestling business and the other who used to be my manager but now, she's more with my brother in law, Methodcobra who was also trained by my father and use to be a mentor for me throughout my whole career.

Jessie Pederson: And why did he decide to retire?

Yan Yungsung: Probably to use more of this time for family and his personal projects. Oh! Yeah! I forgot he's also a Mercenary so if you want his services, here his card.

He gives the card to Jessie who takes a look for a few minutes.

Jessie Pederson: Hmm Charming, I'll keep it If I ever need protection.

He put the business card in the pocket of his vest.

Jessie Pederson: And what about your personal demons? I've heard you were struggling to fight them In the past.

Yan Yungsung: Since my success, I'm a proud sober now. Training is now my source of motivation to be the best and I have a better control of my motivation whether I lose or win, which wasn't the case before and it was a good way to fall into the Darkness on my own self. So for those who think that can use my demons against me, will have a hard time now with my endless source of positivity.

Jessie Pederson: True, with the will you can overcome anything. So this might be helpful throughout your career In the FGA.

He put his arms on his knee and look away.

Yan Yungsung: Yeah and I'm also the kind of guy who likes to poke fun at my enemy, just to add some fuel to the fire. The more they are pissed, the more they are fun to deal.

Jessie Pederson: And your love for my martial arts are from your father I guess?

Yan Yungsung: Yeah and also of my childhood idols, from Hong Kong. I always enjoy watching some Kung Fu brawl. I love the actions and choreography, that inspired me to use them to my advantage If I fight outside the ring or with a weapon.

Jessie Pederson: And last but not least, what are you looking forward here In Vertigo?

Yan Yungsung: To continue my paths In a good way and to show the way of the dragon at matters the person who wants a piece of me. I'm always thrilled for a fight. So I'm looking what lies through my paths and to conquer and show how great I am. If anyone disagrees with confidence, I'm active on twitter so it's will be my pleasure to prove you wrong before my future match.

He winks Jessie Pederson and raises from the bench while leaving the locker room.

[FGA Office]

United States Tag Team Championship Tournament (First Round)
Bristow & Barnes vs. Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales

Nate Bristow and Pedro Gonzales start things off for their respective squads. After engaging in a collar and elbow, Gonzales gains the advantage with a side headlock. It doesn’t last for long as Gonzales is shoved into the ropes. When he returns, Bristow goes for a back body drop. But Gonzales slips down from behind and follows up with an O’Connor Roll for a two count. When Barnes gets back to a vertical base, he throws out a wild haymaker. Gonzales then ducks and brings him down with a backslide pin for another two count. After both grapplers get back to a vertical base, Gonzales brings him back down with a small package for another two count. An irish whip sends Gonzales back into the ropes. When he returns, Bristow goes for a running knee to the midsection. But Gonzales flips over the knee and counters with a schoolboy for another two count. An irish whip then sends Gonzales into the corner. Bristow runs in to attack when Gonzales turns him around with a boot to the face. While Bristow staggers out of the corner, Gonzales runs up from behind and brings him down with a victory roll for another two count. Bristow then gets his hands back on Gonzales and delivers three arm wrenches in a row. Gonzales then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, reverses into an arm wrench of his own and follows up with an uppercut to the jaw, then an elbow to the face, then a roundhouse kick to the arm before delivering a sweep kick for another two count!

A tag is made to Maritza Diaz. The Power Princess sends Bristow into the ropes with an irish whip. When he returns, the crowd cheers as she military presses him over her head before slamming him down. Bristow then reverses an irish whip, sending Diaz into the ropes. When she returns, Bristow motions to knock her down with a standing shoulder block. But Diaz runs him over with a running shoulder block. She then takes Bristow and holds him in the air for ten seconds before falling back to deliver the stalling vertical suplex. She makes the cover. But Bristow kicks out at two.

The Power Princess stays in control until an irish whip is reversed, sending her into the ropes. As she bounces off the ropes, Barnes trips her up from the outside. Diaz then turns and tries to attack Barnes when Bristow attacks from behind. He then brings her down with an inverted headlock backbreaker for a two count. After a tag out to Barnes, the duo delivers a double snap suplex for a two count. Barnes then hits a belly to back suplex for a two count. A slingshot suplex gets another two count. After a pendulum backbreaker, he heads into the ropes, comes back and delivers a pointed elbow drop for another two count.

Tag back out to Bristow. The duo then deliver a drop toe hold into a running dropkick for a two count. Bristow pulls up Diaz by the hair, gets behind her and brings her down with a backstabber for another two count. Tag back out to Barnes. The duo takes Diaz and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Bristow & Barnes knock her down with a double running shoulder block. Barnes then hits an elbow drop, followed by a leg drop from Bristow. Barnes makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Gonzales dives over and breaks up the pin.

In the minue seventh, Barnes applies an abdominal stretch to Diaz. While the ref checks on Diaz, Barnes reaches back, allowing Bristow to pull on his hand and apply even more pressure to the hold. The duo lets go before the ref can catch them. When the official goes back to checking on Diaz, Bristow & Barnes blatantly cheat again. This time they’re not fast enough and the ref catches them in the act. He then goes over and slaps Bristow & Barnes’ hand, causes them to break their grip. While Barnes is arguing with the ref, his lapse in concentration allows Diaz to throw him down with a falling hip toss. He then pulls Diaz back up by the hair and throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Diaz ducks and counters with an inverted powerslam!

Diaz begins to crawl towards her corner. Just as she’s about to tag out, Bristow rushes over and drags her back to the center of the ring. He pulls her up by the hair from behind. When he turns Diaz around, Diaz hits him with the Thai Tornado (A rapid succession of leg kicks, and body shots ending with a spinning reverse elbow to the head)! She then turns, dives over and tags Gonzales back in. Mexico City’s Favorite Son brings Barnes down with a springboard hurricanrana! He then heads into the ropes. When he returns, he knocks Barnes back down with a bicycle high knee! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO Bristow dives over and breaks up the pin.

As the match continues, Bristow shoots Gonzales into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, Bristow sets up for a back body drop. So Gonzales stops and counters with a Devil Lock DDT! When Gonzales returns to his feet, Barnes doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before bringing him down with a Flowing DDT. He then pulls Gonzales back up, lifts him up over across his back and brings him down with a Gory Bomb for a two count! Barnes then sets up for a Turnbuckle Powerbomb. But Gonzales reverses with a hurricanrana, sending Barnes face-first into the top turnbuckle. As Barnes stumbles back, Gonzales brings him down with a bridging German Suplex rolled and flipped back into a bridging prawn hold. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Barnes gets his shoulder up. While Barnes is trying to get back to his feet, Gonzales heads into the corner. He goes for El Destino (springboard corkscrew moonsault). But as soon as he lands on the top turnbuckle, Bristow gets up, grabs him by the ankle and yanks down, causing Gonzales to fall and smack his face against the top turnbuckle! Barnes then turns around and knocks Diaz off the apron with a running forearm strike. While Gonzales is still dazed, Bristow brings him out of the corner and shoots him into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, Bristow & Barnes delivers The Dealer of Reality (belly to back popup [Bristow]/Backstabber [Barnes] combination)! Barnes stays on the lookout as Bristow makes the cover and gets the one, two, three.

Bristow & Barnes O || The Dealer of Reality (13:09) || Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales X

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Friday, July 13, 2018
KeyArena
Seattle, WA
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[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Aria Eckhart vs. Banner Bands

Eckhart starts off with the match getting the better of the youngest Bands brother with chain wrestling. A collar-and-elbow tie up turns into a side headlock for Eckhart. The Darling then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. She then spins Bands around towards her before bringing him down with a snapmare, then a dropkick to the back of the head for a two count. After an irish whip into the ropes, Eckhart brings him down with a hip toss, followed by a pair of arm drags. She then transitions into an armbar. After Bands battles back to a vertical base, he uses his free arm to move Eckhart into the ropes. He then shoves her off into the far ropes. When Eckhart returns, Bands goes for a running clothesline. But she stops and ducks as Bands’ momentum takes him into the ropes. When Bands returns, Eckhart holds her hands out and yells “WAIT A MINUTE!” After Bands slams on the brakes, Eckhart takes him by the wrist, wrenches his arm and follows up with a leg sweep for another two count. Eckhart moves Bands into the corner and gives him a series of backhand chops. After an irish whip sends Bands into the opposite corner, Eckhart runs across the ring to attack. But she gets knocked back by a back elbow to the face. Bands then runs out of the corner to attack. But Eckhart doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection before bringing him down with a leg hook reverse STO! Eckhart pulls up Bands before sending him back into the ropes. When Bands returns, Eckhart throws him down with The Prettyslam snap scoop powerslam)! Eckhart heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and poses to get the crowd riled up. After she hops back down, she turns and sees Bands starting to pick himself back up. When Bands turns around, Eckhart runs out of the corner and knocks him down with a lariat! She then pulls Bands back up off the mat, pulls him into a front facelock and scans the crowd before planting him with the EDT (DDT)! She makes the cover and gets the one, two, three.

Aria Eckhart O || EDT (3:33) || Banner Bands X

[FGA Office]

“Just send to the new contract to my assistant, when I get back to L.A, we’ll do lunch.”

Kendra Hollis is standing inside Susan Kent’s locker room.

Kendra Hollis: This place stinks, but that doesn’t surprise me consider we’re in Arkansas.

Kendra looks to see Jessie Pederson standing in the door.

Jessie Pederson: Oh I was looking for Susan.

Kendra Hollis: Well obviously she isn’t here.

Jessie Pederson: I was hoping to interview her before her match.

Kendra Hollis: You can talk to her when she gets here. Right now, she and Dana are getting in some extra training before Susan takes on that lunatic Izzy Anders.

Jessie Pederson: I don’t think she’s a lunatic.

Kendra Hollis: Your opinion means sh*t to me. I know all about Ms. Anders shady past, I’m not f*cking stupid. I knew about Izzy Anders the moment the match was announced, because I have connections everywhere, I didn't become the most powerful agent in Hollywood by being stupid, I knew things before most of the world does and nothing happens in Hollywood without me knowing it first, and I know everything that concerns my client whether its in Hollywood or here in Frontier Grappling Arts, now do you have a question or are you just going to stand there with that stupid look on your face.

Jessie Pederson: Ah, okay so how do you think Susan well do tonight in her match?

Kendra Hollis: Susan is facing a woman who is a decorated wrestler, yeah she won championships in different companies and is a former Undisputed Champion of this company, but what has she done lately, other than a brief appearance in the battle royal at Only The Strong Survive.

Kendra waits for Jessie to answer.

Kendra Hollis: I will tell you what she has done, absolutely f*cking nothing, and I know every stupid inbred hillbilly redneck here tonight thinks Susan is going to get slaughtered, but lately Susan has been proving that she is no pushover, and her match at Only The Strong Survive was that match of the night whether people want to admit it or not, and tonight everyone will take notice when Susan beats Izzy fucking Anders.

Jessie Pederson: I’m going to go now I’ll be back to talk to Susan later...

Kendra Hollis: Since your going can you run by catering and pick me up a mineral water.

Jessie storms out of the locker room, as Kendra stands there with an arrogant smile on her face.

Jessie Pederson: That bitch has some nerve.

Kendra Hollis: I wonder what’s taking Dana and Susan so long they should have been here by now.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Vertigo cameras catch Piper Lennon riding a golf cart through the backstage area, because fuck walking, that shit takes effort. After narrowly rounding a turn, she smiles and waves before pulling to a stop beside a wall.

Piper Lennon: Hey guy, cool that you wanted to check in. Actually works out perfect, because I think it’s a good chance for me to clear the air about something.

Turning sideways, she leans back against the wall and kicks her feet up.

Piper Lennon: I dunno if this is something anyone has actually been conscious of, but I like to think I’ve got a pretty good sense of self, and when there might be some muddied waters, some crossed signals. I like to be straightforward and open with people, y’know?

A quick cock of the head.

Piper Lennon: So the thing is, I might seem like I’ve been a pretty good team player for Vertigo lately. Now to some, that might not jive with the whole idea of me being a wanderer, a free spirit, however you might want to describe me. Which I can totally get, so I wanna clear that up. The thing is, my actions are my own; I didn’t do anything that I did because I’m begging on hands and knees for the honor of representing the Green Brand in the big match against the B show. All the more power to anyone who really craves that acknowledgment of their worth, but that’s not my jam. The reason I’m pretty much always in a good mood with a clear mind is because I can always explain my actions, even if that reason is ‘I felt like it’.

She nods as if to re-affirm her point, fiddling with her camera before continuing.

Piper Lennon: I did that after the whole deal with Chandler trying to do his little invasion during last Vertigo. Talked about the course of nature, actions and consequences, wanting to document what happens when you decide to do a break in recklessly and without thought. So, if I’m gonna prattle on about wanting to explore the world and discover the truths of nature, all that it’d be pretty hypocritical of me to posit a theory and not put it to the test, right?

Piper quirks a brow and flashes a cheeky grin.

Piper Lennon: I would at best be something of a poseur, if not completely fraudulent to my core if I just expected people to take my word for it without doing the field work, the research to back it up. So when the opportunity came knocking to take part in and document an invasion that was well-thought out, calculating, precise and timed to make a significant impact while taking advantage of a group that is more loyal to themselves than their brand being present? I chose to do so, because if I didn’t, my word would mean nothing and I wouldn’t be able to sleep easy at night. Choosing not to would have made me nothing more than some kind of creep who gave a long-winded excuse for beating up an old man-- and I don’t have a reason why I’d need to be excused for a thing I do.

She hops out of the cart to her feet.

Piper Lennon: So I chose to do the only decent thing and stay true to myself. Just like tonight I’m choosing to use Rhett Bands as an opportunity to see what happens when someone woefully underprepared steps into the ring with me at this point in my development.

Striding forward, she raps her camera again lightly.

Piper Lennon: I seek out opportunities, I exploit them until my curiosities are satisfied and then I document it. You don’t have to find it especially thrilling or noteworthy, but you do have to realize that past my slumped shoulders and my bad posture is a crystal clear belief in why I do the things I do. And if you can’t see the intent when you look into my eyes? Take a look in your eyes when I’m done with you, I’ll have the evidence documented in picture form, and you’ll see exactly how sure of myself I was.

With a wink the feed cuts away elsewhere in the arena.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Piper Lennon vs Rhett Bands

Lennon starts off in attack move, hitting Bands with a throat cross chop that knocks him over. She then leans Bands back up before knocking him backwards with repeated push kicks to the chest. The last of which knocks Bands into the corner. From there, Lennon lights him up with alternating jabs and knife edge chops. After an irish whip sends Bands into the opposite corner, Lennon runs across the ring before clobbering him with a leaping corner bionic elbow. Bands is sent slumping down in the corner. Lennon takes advantage of Bands’ positioning and applies a foot choke while pulling down on the top rope. The ref quickly scolds Lennon and gives her until the count of five to break the choke. Lennon reluctantly lets go when the count reaches four. She then takes Bands by the legs, drags him towards the center of the ring and delivers a jumping double stomp to the chest before placing the sole of her boot on his face and delivering a spinning boot scrape. Lennon then kneels down, sits up Bands and applies a rear chinlock. She then transitions from the rear chinlock into a fish hook. The crowd boos as Lennon tries to rip Bands’ mouth apart. The ref gives her until the count of five to break the illegal hold. Lennon reluctantly lets go at the count of four. After returning to a vertical base, she grabs Bands by the hair, pulls his head back and blasts him across the face with a bionic elbow. She then sits Bands back up before heading into the ropes. When Lennon returns, she flattens Bands with a running knee! She then takes Bands by the wrist, pulls him up off the mat and doubles him over with a Heart Punch before delivering the Snapshot (cravate knee facebreaker) for the one, two, three! After the match, Lennon stands over the downed Bands and snaps a Polaroid of him.

Piper Lennon O || Snapshot (3:46) || Rhett Bands X

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •