Vertigo (06.29.19)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

INTRUST Bank Arena
Wichita, KS

RECORDED EARLIER

We open on a hotel room in an undisclosed location at an unknown date. What we do know is that it was some time after OTSS as sitting cross-legged on the floor of that messy suite? Is one Piper Lennon, the newly won FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship resting on the floor in front of her. The belt is serving as a coaster for a cold PBR Ultra-- because she’s a hipster shit like that-- and she’s currently stuffing her face with chinese food. Not bothering to finish chewing before she finishes speaking, she waves to the audience.

Piper Lennon: Ayyy thup guyth?

She finally swallows-- hashtag that’s what she said-- and takes a drink to wash the food down before setting it back on the belt.

Piper Lennon: Sooo anyways, not here to brag or anything because I’m a little too humble for that and I don’t really let shiny trinkets and material possessions define but. Buuuttt I felt like I should check in with a little bit of an ‘I told you so’, about the fact that I said I wouldn’t stop until I had what I wanted, and Magic Marlo had something I wanted.

She flashes a smile.

Piper Lennon: Again, not saying it to brag, but more just like … to be inspirational I guess? I mean we’re all just young people making our way through this celestial coil, but I think this is just proof that if you set your mind to it you can make things happen. I wasn’t ‘supposed’ to beat him, but I made it happen because I don’t let other people’s preconceived notions define me.

A short nod.

Piper Lennon: And y’know I’m facing some guy named Zack in my first match since getting this, and there’s a lot of ‘some guys’ on the roster right now. We’ve got some guy named Tyler who let himself be defined by some crappy group that’s not around anymore, and then a ‘rivalry’ with human cold sore Brian Stroker. Got a tag team with a pretty sweet name that if you set them apart is pretty clearly just some old guy who seemed to let his wife pick the team name, then a chick named Peaches who if you take the tag team away is just … some guy but a chick-- some chick-- an unsuccessful singles competitor, football player, sports GM, etc. etc. Got some guy named Tristan, got literally another some guy named Tyler, you get the point …

Her voice starts to trail off before she stuffs a dumpling and some noodles into her mouth.

Piper Lennon: Don’ leh yourthelths be limmteh by thethe labelth tha thothighayay platheth om you. Ethplough y’potthbillies an’ fimoah immthide you. I emen do thith Thack gu’ah favah amopim ‘im up to thee wah he madeuff.

On that only slightly coherent note, she flashes a peace sign and the video cuts out.

[FGA Office]

We now go to the back and it’s got an element of darkness to it for sure. There’s brief illumination with a couple of lights from above but it feels almost empty. There isn’t anything clunky there. Just footsteps being heard on the cold concrete floor. Just slowly getting louder. Before we get the source of said sound visibly, his voice makes it all too apparent who is there.

Seth Iser: It doesn’t matter whether in the shadows or the scrutiny of the light...one thing is always constant for me: My mind never stops working and if think otherwise?

A chuckle escapes from the man as he steps into the light. He’s dressed professionally before he has to change into his ring gear, the black and blue striped suit and he just straightens his tie up. He even has a black flat cap on with the blue stripings that match the three piece suit design he has going. The gleam of his Pride Championship shines through even just before he steps into the light and it shines brighter than it has in quite some time.

Seth Iser: I wear the proof of it. The thinking man’s championship and one I am forever quite proud to have made my own mark with. And you can’t deny what happened at Only the Strong Survive. It’s a match that had my fingerprints all over it. It was a defining moment even for this championship. And guess who was the biggest driving force behind that? Yours truly. Not just because of the match type oh no...it’s because I took Izzy’s best shot in that match, stayed true to my code and won. Even if you get me at my angriest when you have two falls to play with in strategy, my brain will always work...Nando found out in a dark way. Izzy found that out not once but twice. And Tyler Storm will get to learn that fact as well but tonight…

He pauses here for a moment after acknowledging certain things and his face is masked somewhat by how he’s wearing his hat though the look under the shadows with his eyes indicate he’s got more of a menacing glare to it tonight.

Seth Iser: Tonight is a little different. It isn’t exactly Pride rules but it’s a match I’ve selfishly wanted for a while now. Why? Well...I’m getting in the ring with Johnny Karma, one of the flag bearers of the company. One of the people that everyone wants to aim for in the end. And someone who does hold some common ground with yours truly. You’ve worn the championship I scraped and clawed for twice. And both of us had to deal with overcoming Izzy in our own ways but that’s not really where the similarities end.

Seth just keeps his facial expression mostly neutral even if his eyes have more of an intensity to them as he looks down for a moment and shakes his head before glancing back up to the camera.

Seth Iser: You have this reputation of being one of the better defensive wrestlers in the world. Not just this company. The entire world. You can counter out of almost anything and shift the match to dictate how you want it to go. I’ve seen you do it a number of times. But that’s a talent we both share and we both have our own...different ways of using that tool chest to accomplish where we want to go. You like going to your usual style while I can find different ways to get to where I’m going…

Seth’s face has a more devious smirk etched on his face as he taps the championship around his waist with that comparison before his face turns stern.

Seth Iser: But before we go to war tonight I have one small question for you. Do you really have your full confidence? I remember you mentioning retirement if things didn’t go your way in a speech which...for a heroic figure is such a spoiled brat response come to think of it. Things aren’t going the way you wanted it after you just came off the biggest high of your career in this company and then when it dips back down for a moment and you reach a little slump...you’re thinking of packing things up and going away. Coward…

Seth spits that last insult with particular malice.

Seth Iser: Not to mention against the code…

And there he goes trailing off with that sentence as well with a shake of the head as if he’s disappointed.

Seth Iser: People of your stature should really know better shouldn’t they? I don’t even know why Dom offered you that spot since it’s obvious you don’t have enough proper respect for the industry to be fully transparent as to why deep down you wanted to take that coward’s way out. And to waste some of the prime years of your actual talent while you did threaten to quit for again...things not going your way. Shameful. But don’t worry...I’ll teach that lesson you should’ve learned years ago. I’ve had to teach many things to many different people over the years...one more lesson wouldn’t hurt. Plus this one can be a good little boost for my own prestige and standing in this company.

His arms are crossed in that suit and he looks almost like an English mobster and that doesn’t help with how pale he is even if it’s quite...threatening.

Seth Iser: Don’t worry Tyler, you should watch this as well. I won’t make a move on your match...tonight. Even if a lesser man might be fully tempted to jump you before, during, or after your match considering your schedule but I want you to watch my match with Karma because I can teach you a lesson as well. Though I don't know if Dom will be as magnanimous toward Johnny as I will be to you my next challenger but that’s not my issue. But back to the lesson plan: Tyler’s lesson is to show that you can’t beat someone like me the same way twice because I’ll develop something just for you and learn from my mistakes as a veteran would...and Johnny? Your lesson?

His eyes then turn dark and serious.

Seth Iser: I’m going to teach you proper respect for this industry by showing in our mirror match my form of defense and countering is superior to you. I’ll take almost as much pride in that as I do wearing this Pride Championship. And I’m going to continue to teach this entire company to leave this industry a better place than what it was...even if you all have to be kicking, screaming, or even purged to do it.

And with that message everything in sight goes dark as it goes to black.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •

Trevor Phillips vs. Olé Anderson

Phillips tangles up with Anderson in a collar-and-elbow tie-up to start off the match. Phillips quickly follows up with a thumb to the eye! He then brings the action into the corner and unloads on Anderson with a flurry of right hands to the face. The barrage of right hands send Anderson slumping down in the corner. Phillips doesn’t let up as he delivers multiple stomps to the chest. A foot choke is then applied before before being released. Phillips drops down to a knee before following up with the Pitstop. Anderson flails his arms while Phillips continues to rub his armpit in his face. After pulling Anderson back to his feet, Phillips hooks the arm before sending Anderson flying out of the corner with a hip toss.

While Anderson is on all fours, Phillips runs over and blasts him with a punt kick to the ribs. After Anderson gets kicked over onto his back, Phillips delivers a stomp to the face. He then pulls Anderson back to his feet before whipping him into the far ropes. When Anderson returns, Phillips sends him flipping down to the mat with a running knee to the midsection. Anderson continues to guard his midsection while Phillips heads to the apron. He then scales to the top turnbuckle before crouching down. Once Anderson finally makes it back to his feet, Phillips stands tall on the top turnbuckle, jumps off and knocks him down with a diving headbutt! Phillips yanks Anderson back to his feet before whipping him into the corner. The Trailer Park Madman comes barreling across the ring, connects with a running clothesline and follows up with a running bulldog out of the corner. As Anderson struggles to pick himself back up, Phillips heads into the ropes. When he comes back, he clobbers Anderson across the side of the head with the Shotgun Blues (running knee trembler with the right knee)! Phillips makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

Winner: Trevor Phillips

[FGA Office]

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

The beat of "Can you feel it?" kicks in, and the crowd bursts into cheers, knowing who is about to arrive. The funky beat quickly spreads through the arena, and the crowd begins stomping and clapping along as the song begins. The lights in the arena dim, with pink and gold spotlights swirling around the arena.

Stephy Auger: Oh great.


"If you look around
The whole world is coming together now...baby..."

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

The crowd is getting heavily into the song, and as the Jacksons sing the title of the song, the lights in the arena bump brighter and brighter.


Feel it in the air, the wind is taking it everywhere...

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

On the third one, A spotlight and the camera focuses in on the emerging figure of Fujiko Mine, who stands at one of the crowd entrances. Behind her, the imposing XENA has the United States Tag Team championship over her shoulder. Fujiko, with the FGA World championship over her shoulder, keeps her movements a bit reserved, but it is clear she is enjoying the music as the crowd is. She begins to make her way down the steps, dancing and bobbing down the steps until she reaches the arena floor.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NEW FGA World champion...Fujiko MIIINE!!

After maneuvering through a cleared aisle in the crowd, Fujiko reaches the ringside area, and follows it up with a graceful spring over the guardrail. She quickly runs up the steps, then hops onto the top turnbuckle. Xena clears the guardrail behind her, and a single spotlight converges on the woman known as the Apex Goddess. She hooks herself up on top, and as the title of the song comes around, she throws her left hand up, thrusting the FGA World championship high into the air.

"Now, tell me..."

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

She comes down off the turnbuckle, a grin plastered on her face. Xena slides her US tag team championship into the ring, and Fujiko carefully advances on it, before picking it up and hoisting it and the FGA world title over her head. The crowd cheers, and as they do, she circles the ring. The song times out so that when she stops in the center, a spotlight converges on her in the center. The crowd sings out the lyrics along with The Jacksons this time...

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

Fujiko grins widely, taking in adoration from the crowd. Fujiko stands in the center of the ring, a loving look as she glances at the FGA World championship. She then glances at the US tag team title, the same smile on her face. XENA enters the ring as Fujiko adjusts her hardware long enough for her to trade the US tag team championship for the microphone in XENA’s hands.

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

*Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

*Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

*Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

*Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

*Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*

Fujiko has to pause, as she gets choked up from the crowd’s chant.

Fujiko Mine: I-...thank you.

The crowd cheers as Fujiko visibly blushes.

Fujiko Mine: There was a part of me that thought that this day would never come. I won’t sit out here and bore you with a long speech. But It’s thanks to all of you that I am standing here, and I am able to hold this championship in my grasp as *YOUR* Frontier Grappling Arts World champion!

The crowd cheers loudly for her.

Fujiko Mine: But I know that the hard work has just begun. I know that Ricky Valero wants to “avenge” the loss of Evan Envi at Only the Strong Survive and place himself into the conversation by beating me later on tonight.

She pauses for a second as the crowd boos the name of Ricky Valero.

Fujiko Mine: But I also know that Marlon Cure is lurking as well. He hasn’t announced who he intends to face at All Star Showdown, but he should know that if he decides to face me, I will be ready.

She smiles.

Fujiko Mine: But back to Ricky Valero for a moment. He should know that if it were up to me? I would be defending this championship against him tonight. It is not enough for me to just be the FGA world champion. I am one that needs to be the BEST FGA world champion that there ever was.

She nods as she looks at the FGA world championship again. She stares at it a little longer than is comfortable.

Fujiko Mine: Sorry. One would think I am used to the feeling of gold like this in my hands, but…

She pauses, almost as if her breath is taken at the sight of it.

Fujiko Mine: I have been chasing this championship for literal years. So to have it in my hands...knowing that I earned this. I have to treat it with the reverence it deserves.

She sighs wistfully, then takes it off her shoulder and holds it level with her face.

Fujiko Mine: In anyone else’s hands, this championship simply means that you are the best.

She turns slowly, showing off the FGA World championship to everyone in the arena.

Fujiko Mine: But in my possession...it means so much more than that.

She lowers it, but keeps it in her grasp.

Fujiko Mine: It means that those who told me that I couldn’t wrestle? They were wrong. Those who told me I was never going to get to the top? They were wrong. Those who told me that I had to turn my back on all of you...they were wrong.

Her voice breaks as some emotion leaks out of her. She whispers.

Fujiko Mine: I just wish she could see this.

She sniffs, holding back tears and trying to compose herself.

Fujiko Mine: This championship means that I was able to get to the top on my own terms. When Evan Envi called me a villian, I knew that I had to leave Milwaukee with this championship to prove that he was wrong. Not just him, but everyone who doubted me was wrong. Evan is formidable. Evan is capable. Evan is cunning. But there is no way that Evan ever wanted this championship nearly as badly as I do.

She regains her composure fully, turning towards the ramp.

Fujiko Mine: So whomever wants to come at me, go ahead and try. But I will turn you away. One by one, I will cement my legacy as the absolute best that FGA has to offer. Mark my words, I refuse to be anything other than the best. That is the will of the goddess…

She doesn’t finish her catchphrase, instead holding up the FGA World championship as “Can you feel it?” begins to play again, and she exits the ring. She slaps the hands of some of the fans at ringside before backing up the ramp and exiting as Vertigo goes to commercial.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

A wide shot pans across the arena, showing the buzzing audience as they await the start of the next match… but unexpectedly, the Beatles’ “Helter Skelter” crashes across the soundsystem. The wide shot captures a majority of those in attendance rising to their feet, though the reaction is heavily mixed.

Kris Cruise: Well! I didn’t actually expect the… former World Champion to be here tonight. He’s definitely not scheduled to come out during this segment, so--

Stephy Auger: He’s out here to demand a rematch for what’s rightfully his! If Fujiko gets like five thousand chances, then the Chief should at least get one more!

Evan Envi steps onto the ramp, dressed in plain street clothes-- black jeans and Chuck Taylors, along with a black tee which simply reads “DO GOOD.” He doesn’t linger at the top of the ramp as per usual, but scans the crowd for just a moment before continuing his trek to the ring, gaze slightly downcast.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “The Chief” EVAAANNN ENNNNVIII!

Envi walks past the ring, pausing as he observes the outstretched hands of a few fans in the front row. Evan raises a brow at them, shaking his head softly before making his way toward the timekeeper to take a microphone. As the music blares, Envi semi-circles around the ring before climbing the steps, and climbing the turnbuckles, raising a single “V” signal above his head, almost obligatorily, before dropping down into the ring.

Kris Cruise: Definitely not as much swagger from the Chief this evening.

Stephy Auger: Well, what do you expect, Cruise?! Evan Envi is a beacon of positivity within our industry but even he can only take so much abuse!

The music finally fades and Envi looks out at the Wichita crowd, rolling the microphone in his hand for a moment before…

Evan Envi: Uuuuugh…

The groan rolls out of his mouth, and Envi lowers his arm, running a hand through his hair tiredly. Though many in the crowd are unsure of how to react, there’s a round of applause for the man standing quietly in the ring.

Stephy Auger: Finally some human decency from these people.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think you have to be a fan of the Chief to at least appreciate what he did at Only the Strong Survive. He left it all in the ring, but he didn’t leave the ring as the FGA World Champion. I know that’s caused heartache in the Good Guys camp. I know that it’s eating away at the Chief.

Evan paces the ring a bit, raising the microphone again.

Evan Envi: I don’t…

The crowd grows quieter as Envi paces, rubbing his jaw, trying to find the correct words.

Evan Envi: I don’t have any excuses for what happened. I’m… not gonna come out here and beg for a rematch. I’m not gonna come out here and try to talk my way to the front of the line. I know what I had to go through the first time to get my hands on a World Title. I remember what I had to do last time to get a second opportunity and I capitalized both times. I’m ready and I’m willing to do it again. And I will.

The comment earns another mixed reaction from the Chief, who finally ceases pacing, stopping in the corner, leaning against the top rope as he collects his thoughts.

Evan Envi: And I will. But…

A breath.

Evan Envi: I did my best. I wouldn’t have changed anything. At the end of the night, Fujiko Mine was… she was the better wrestler. Maybe on a different night, maybe in a different timeline, things go differently. And I’m not gonna pretend that my eyes aren’t always drifting back toward the World Title, but the right Grappler won in Milwaukee. I accept that.

Albeit with hesitation, the live audience applauds the words of the former World Champion. Evan turns, walking out of the corner, trailing a hand along the top rope as he walks, speaking into the mic.

Evan Envi: I’m not gonna do what other World Champions in this business do though. I’m not gonna disappear. I’m gonna look at what happened in Milwaukee and I’m gonna learn from that. I’m gonna get better because of that. Because the next time I have the world in my hands, it’s in a deathgrip. I’m never letting go again. And I’m not leaving now. I’m not gonna walk away just because I don’t have what I want… yet. I still have a lot of work to do in FGA.

Again, with hesitation, pockets of the audience pop for the statement, while others continue to boo the Chief.

Evan Envi: So I’m not out here to mourn.

He looks toward the hard camera, narrowing his eyes.

Evan Envi: I’m out here to take the next step--

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

Kris Cruise: What’s he doing here? Dom isn’t scheduled to be here tonight.

Evan swivels his head towards the aisle; the crowd already booing as, sure enough, the Tenacious Little Bastard steps out from the back. He’s not dressed to wrestle, however. Instead opting to wear a Tenacious Wrecking Crew t-shirt and jeans, as well as a bewildered expression on his face. With a microphone in hand, Harter strides down the aisle.

Dom climbs up the steps and onto the apron, before he vaults over the top rope in a manner befitting 2019’s Best High Flyer. Evan backs up a few steps, allowing Harter to move towards the center of the ring; the crowd starts up again as the two former World champions come face to face for the first time since Final Frontier, and Harter just runs a hand down his stubbled jaw before he raises the microphone to his lips.

Dom Harter: Did I hear you correctly, or do my ears deceive me? Because I was standing back there, Evan, and it seemed--hand on my heart, I swear to God--it seemed like Evan Envi was out here in this ring...throwing himself a pity party.

With his lips pressed tightly together, Evan stares straight ahead at Dom as the crowd boo them both. But Harter just shakes his head before he speaks again.

Dom Harter: And that’s my thing; I can’t allow this gimmick infringement to continue, Evan! But more than that... I can’t let you talk about walking away, or leaving FGA. No. Not while we have unfinished business. Not while you still owe me…

The crowd boo again as Dom paces back and forth in a small semi-circle, with Evan following him with his eyes all the while.

Kris Cruise: What does he mean ‘owe him’?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, Cruise, but I think The Chief might have an inkling as to what’s going on here.

Dom Harter: You know what I mean, don’t you, Evan? Do you remember?

Evan narrows his eyes at Dom before laughing bitterly under his breath, shaking his head.

Evan Envi: I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.

He laughs again, scratching the back of his head for a moment before offering a subdued shrug, gesturing toward Dom.

Evan Envi: But if I were to hazard a guess, I’d guess you’re pretty bummed out that I didn’t gift you a title match when I had the chance. That’s-- I’m pretty warm, right?

Dom Harter: ...gift?

Harter chuckles harshly, rubbing his jaw with one hand before he wags a finger in Evan’s face.

Dom Harter: No, no, we’re not calling it that, Evan. Not now. Not ever! Because what we’re talking about is when you screwed me, and when you robbed me!

He yells the last few words, and Evan wipes the spit from his eye as the crowd roar in anticipation.

Dom Harter: Final Frontier! That was my time, Evan; the Frontier Lions Cup was my opportunity! To win the tournament that has eluded me throughout the years, and to complete the Golden Crown. To earn another shot at the FGA World Championship...and then you screwed me. But you weren’t done... because you went on to win that tournament, and beat Kol to become the FGA World Championship…

Dom rolls his eyes before he continues.

Dom Harter: And then you needed a challenger...and you robbed me of my rightful rematch. So, yeah, you standing before me without that title is nice and all, but if you think you’re getting ahead of me to another shot--I’ve put down one former World champion already this year, I can put you down too!

The audience grows loud at Dom’s comments, another loud mixed reaction. Evan looks at Dom for a long moment in silence, eyes narrowed, jaw tightened… until his lips part into a half-smile.

Evan Envi: I mean. If that was true, you would’ve done it when you had the chance, right?

Evan’s eyebrows arch a bit as he shrugs.

Evan Envi: But you didn’t. You just talked about how you could’ve. Or would’ve. But… you didn’t.

He shifts the microphone to his other hand, giving Dom a long, curious look before scoffing quietly.

Evan Envi: You talk a lot about doing all these great things in FGA and to your credit, you have done great things, but you didn’t win the Frontier Lion’s Cup two years in a row. You haven’t captured that one last World Championship reign you keep fighting for, and… you haven’t put me down.

Envi takes a step closer to Dom, leaning forward a bit to look directly into his eyes.

Evan Envi: And I don’t think you’re going to.

The prospect of a challenge earns a deep “OOOOOHHH…” from the audience as the two Grapplers look at each other, unflinching. Harter moves forward boldly; both men maintaining their steely gaze as Dom lifts the microphone to his lips once more, that familiar crooked grin forming upon his face as he does so.

Dom Harter: That’s what Johnny Karma said too...

Evan Envi: And that’s fine. But last I checked, Johnny Karma was not the Chief.

Dom Harter: No, you’re not half the man he is…

This draws another loud mixed reaction from the live audience and a quiet smirk… then quick shake of the head from the Chief.

Evan Envi: I don’t think you mean it, Dom. But, I guess, if you’re unsure then…

Slowly, Envi kneels down, leaving the microphone on the mat before standing upright, arching a brow at Harter. The audience roars in anticipation once again.

Stephy Auger: Don’t fight, guys! There’s time to work this out!

Kris Cruise: I don’t know if they see it that way.

In the blink of an eye, Dom has his shirt off as he throws his microphone down with it; he steps forward towards The Chief, and the two men press their foreheads against one another as they jockey for position. The crowd roaring in anticipation for a physical encounter between the two former World champions. The jaw-jacking continuing as Dom and Evan push against each other…

Until Dom steps away. The crowd’s roars turn to boos as Harter rolls out of the ring - even leaving his t-shirt behind as he backs away up the aisle, with a bemused looking Evan Envi left standing in the ring.

Dom Harter: I’ll pick the time and place, Evan! Not you…

“Low Self Opinion” starts playing again as Harter continues up the aisle, never taking his eyes off Evan Envi as he goes. That same crooked grin spread across his face until the moment Dom passes through the curtain, while Evan maintains that perturbed expression on his.

Kris Cruise: Looks like we’ve got two former World champions both vying to get back into title contention here, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: And, the thing is, they’ve both got good claims to be next in line after Marlon Cure, Cruise. There may not be a rematch clause anymore, but Evan Envi is one of the best wrestlers in FGA today. And Dom Harter has that win over Johnny Karma, he was the runner up in the Gold Rush Rumble. This could go either way!

Kris Cruise: And I have no doubt we’ll be seeing them tangle some time in the near future - but not tonight apparently!

[FGA Office]

Backstage INTRUST Bank Arena

Kendra Hollis and Dana Wheeler are waiting inside Susan Kent’s locker room.

Kendra Hollis: Why is Susan taking so long?

Dana Wheeler: Well, this is her hometown.

Kendra Hollis: You’re right. I just worried she’ll miss the show...

Susan Kent walks in.

Susan Kent: Hey.

Kendra Hollis: About time!

Susan Kent: Sorry for spending time with my family and friends.

Kendra Hollis: Okay, whatever...

Jessie Pederson knocks then steps inside.

Jessie Pederson: Hey.

Susan Kent: Hey Jessie!

Jessie Pederson: So, how does it feel to be back in your hometown?

Susan Kent: It feels great, wish I had a match though, would have been nice to wrestle in front of family and friends.

Jessie Pederson: And how do you feel about the ending of your match at Only The Strong Survive?

Susan Kent: Well, I disappointed that Silk and Cyanide interfered and ruined our match.

Dana Wheeler: As I said after Only The Strong Survive, everyone is against Delikado and Susan being tag team champions, and although I haven’t proved it yet, I know Geroux sent them out there to ruin the match because they aren’t good enough to be in the ring with the tag champions or Delikado and Susan.

Jessie Pederson: You actually believe the General Manager of Vertigo sent Erin and Sara out there on purpose?

Dana Wheeler: Yes, and isn’t it fitting that Susan wasn’t even given a match in her home town, yet Geroux’s little favorite Fujiko Mine gets the main event in tonight’s show, and I don’t care if she is the champion, this is a deliberate slap in the face to Susan, but Geroux knew this, all the people here tonight paid their hard earned money to see Susan wrestle in her hometown, but Geroux doesn’t care about that, she only concern is to cater to Fujiko Mine, Izzy Anders, and Silk and Cyanide.

Susan and Kendra are talking to each other, Susan nods her head then walks over.

Susan Kent: You know me Jessie, and you know I’m a nice outgoing person, but it’s apparent Ms. Geroux has no respect for me, not having a match tonight proves it, I’m not needed here tonight so I may as well just leave, have a good night Jessie.

Susan, Kendra, and Dana exit the locker room...

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •

Kazu Hirano vs. Fenrys

Hirano starts off the match by clapping his hands to get the crowd hyped up. A collar-and-elbow follows. Fenrys gains a momentary advantage until Hirano shoves him off and into the ropes. On the return, Hirano drops to the mat. Fenrys hops over him while continuing to run the ropes. When Fenrys returns, Hirano leapfrogs over him. Once Fenrys comes back, Hirano throws him down with a hip toss. A japanese arm drag follows. Hirano then throws out two arm drags before transitioning into an armbar. Fenrys battles back to his feet before grabbing Hirano by the hair and moving him into the corner. A hard elbow to the gut follows. Hirano then finds himself on the receiving end of multiple uppercuts in the corner. After whipping Hirano into the far corner, Fenrys howls before running across the ring to attack… only to end up turned around after a boot to the face. Hirano looks to take advantage by hopping onto the apron through the ropes and scaling the turnbuckles. When Hirano gets to the top, Fenrys rushes over to shove him off. Hirano jumps over him, lands on his feet, then rolls forward. When Hirano gets back to his feet, Fenrys comes running over and throws out a Rolling Elbow. Hirano ducks the elbow before taking off into the ropes. When Hirano returns, he knocks Fenrys off his feet with a running lariat for a two count!

Hirano attempts an irish whip. But Fenrys reverses, sending him into the corner. The New Murder member rushes in to attack when Hirano knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. After hopping onto the apron through the ropes, Hirano follows up with a springboard dropkick! Hirano returns to his feet before heading into the ropes. When Hirano returns, he connects with a running shotgun dropkick, sending Fenrys through the ropes and to the floor. While Fenrys stirs on the outside, Hirano turns over onto his knee and starts to play the air guitar. After returning to a vertical base, Hirano starts to clap his hands to get the fans worked up. Once the crowd starts to join in, Hirano takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he leaps through the ropes and takes Fenrys down with a suicide dive!

Hirano takes Fenrys and rolls him back inside before climbing up onto the apron. After scanning the crowd, he nods his head has he scales to the top turnbuckle. Hirano measure the distance before leaping off for a diving elbow drop… and misses! Hirano crashes onto the mat after Fenrys rolls out of the way. The boos continue as Fenrys gets back to his feet and puts the boots to Hirano. He pulls Hirano back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Hirano returns, Fenrys delivers a Pop-up Uppercut, doubles him over with a boot to the midsection and then follows up with a face crusher for a two count. Hirano is then whipped back into the ropes. When Hirano returns, Fenrys knocks him down with a dropsault. After landing on his feet, Fenrys quickly turns around and follows up with a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg, but Hirano’s able to get his shoulder up at two. Fenrys places Hirano is a headlock and goes for a running bulldog when Hirano shoves him off, sending Fenrys crashing sternum-first into the corner. After Fenrys stumbles back, Hirano goes for a belly to back suplex when Fenrys rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and follows up with a Lungblower! He makes the cover, but Hirano’s able to get his shoulder up at two.

After Hirano is whipped into the corner, Fenrys rushes into the corner, connects with a Rolling Elbow and follows up with a running one-handed bulldog. Fenrys pulls him over and makes the cover. But Hirano’s able to beat the three count by getting his shoulder up in time. Fenrys steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. Once Hirano gets back to his feet, Fenrys flips off and goes for a somersualt hurricanrana. After landing on Hirano’s shoulders, Fenrys flips back to complete the hurricanrana. But Hirano blocks, leaving Fenrys hanging upside down. After pulling Fenrys back onto his shoulders, Hirano turns, charges across the ring and throws Fenrys down with a Running Liger Bomb for a two count! Hirano pulls Fenrys back up and goes for a Tiger Bomb when Fenrys counters with a hurricanrana. The New Murder member then heads into the ropes. When Fenrys returns, he charges forward and goes for another Rolling Elbow. This time, Hirano cuts him off with Maxwell’s Silver Hammer (Polish Hammer)! While Fenrys is rocked, Hirano sends him to the mat with a standing double leg takedown. After hooking his arms around Fenrys’ legs, Hirano performs Dizzy Miss Lizzy (Giant Swing). The crowd cheers and counts with each rotation.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Hirano brings Fenrys back to his feet before sending him off into the ropes. When Fenrys returns, Hirano lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. Hirano gets back to his feet, stands next to Fenrys’ head and scans the crowd. He then takes off into the far ropes. Hirano comes back, hops over Fenrys and continues to run the ropes. When he returns, he stops and gets the crowd to chant “MECCHA SUGOI” before dropping the Meccha Sugoi Hiji (People’s Elbow)! Fenrys guards his chest while he slowly turns over onto a knee. As soon as he gets back to his feet, Hirano lifts Fenrys up across his shoulders. The crowd cheers while Hirano spins in place before planting Fenrys with the Magical Mystery Tour #1 (Airplane Spin into a Death Valley Driver)! He makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Kazu Hirano

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Backstage, the cameras come up on the United States tag team champions, who stand side by side as they peer into the camera. Fujiko is in her wrestling gear, with her tag team championship around her waist, and the World championship over her shoulder. Izzy, meanwhile, plays with her phone, frantically tapping away. When the camera pans over, she’s playing a rhythm game with intense focus latent on her features.

Fujiko Mine: I wish I could be here and talking about how Izzy and I successfully defended these championships at Only the strong survive. We should be here, talking about how we put away Delikado and Susan Kent...who…

Confusion is sown on the face of the double champion.

Fujiko Mine: Claimed we are frauds because she...uh...didn’t know about our tag team name?

She looks over at her fellow grand slam champion. Izzy lets out a sigh and pauses the game.

Izzy Anders: I’ve heard crazier reasons, but it still sucks that we’re not here talking about all the success we were having. No, of course two broads in leather had to mess up our good times.

Reluctantly, Izzy puts the phone in her back pocket, staring at the camera with an annoyed expression.

Izzy Anders: Silk and Cyanide must feel proud of themselves. With one attack, they managed to keep their names in the US Tag Team Championship picture, or at least that is what they thought. Really, I’m not too keen on talking about people who don’t deserve shots. Silk and Cyanide is just that, everyone. That attack? That was desperation. They fumbled their chance against us, and now we’re standing here as your proud US Tag Team Champions. Not them.

Izzy elevates her championship to her shoulder, just to rub salt in the wound.

Izzy Anders: Delikado and Susan Kent might have a small say in what happens from here on out, but really?

She shoots her friend a glance.

Izzy Anders: Because we were still workshopping a name? Did they want us to come out as the…

Izzy looks around until she seems to capture a thought--she remembered something vital. Reaching into the other pocket of her pants, she pulls out a blue notepad. One that bears the name of “tag team names” on it.

Izzy Anders: The Goddess and The Godless?

Fujiko Mine: What.

Izzy Anders: No? Oh, they would have loved the Juice Crew.

A highly confused look crosses her face.

Izzy Anders: Melons & Yams?

Fujiko throws up a hand to stop her.

Fujiko Mine: Good to know you’re embracing the “yams” thing, though.

She returns her focus to the camera.

Fujiko Mine: I don’t necessarily like giving them attention either, but it’s fairly clear to me that until they get another shot, they are going to be annoying. And to that end, I am willing to put them down and prove to them that beating them was no fluke. At Revelations, they lost to us fair and square after they cheated to beat us in singles action. If they expect the result to change, they are sorely mistaken.

She gives a shake of her head, her dirty blonde tresses shaking alongside them.

Fujiko Mine: And as far as Delikado and Susan Kent go? We are willing to prove to the two of you that if Silk & Cyanide had stayed in their lane, we would have claimed victory against them. And we still will. You can call us “The Joker & The Thief”, or you can call us “Hall of Famers in the making” or even the “Grand Slam gang”, but no matter what name you choose to give us, you will have to remember that we are the United States Tag Team champions.

Izzy doesn’t immediately answer, scribbling down some notes before coming back to focus.

Izzy Anders: Sorry. I think the Grand Slam Gang is a good one.

She puts the notepad in the other pocket.

Izzy Anders: And really, if they have a problem with that, work it out among yourselves in the confines of your mind. When you all decided which team wants to take the L first, then call us.

Izzy winks at the camera before starting to walk away, done with talking.

Izzy Anders: Also, Fujiko, my therapist says that calling myself the yams will let me get over it. Don’t call me that please.

A vagrant comment as Izzy leaves the proverbial interview space. Fujiko looks off to where Izzy exited, and draws her hand up to her mouth, trying to hide a snicker.

Fujiko Mine: She has to know it’s going to happen now. But like she said. We don’t care who we face. We will remain the holders of these.

Fujiko points to her championship, then flashes a peace sign before heading off in the direction that Izzy left as the scene fades.

[FGA Office]

Once again we spot Piper Lennon, this time in person. She’s ambling down the hall towards gorilla position ahead of her match with Zack Gall, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship belt notable dangling from her waistband in between her legs. Lennon isn’t really watching where she’s going too closely-- or if she is, she’s not showing it-- fiddling with her trademark camera that hangs around her neck.

Peaches: So I heard you takin’ a pot shot at me earlier.

Piper Lennon: Sup?

Piper cheerily responds, either somehow not reading Herrera’s demeanor, or willfully ignoring it. Peaches looks down towards the belt dangling between Piper’s legs.

Peaches: Y’know, if you wanted to wear that belt around your waist, or over your shoulder, that’d be fine too. You had a helluva journey to become champion, might as well try an’ look the part too…bad enough James Edwards dragged his round with him, we ain’t need you to do the same sorta thing over here on Vertigo.

She pauses.

Peaches: An’ I ain’t ever wanna see you use the belt as a coaster. That’s just disrespectful.

When she’s concluded, Piper looks her up and down from head to toe, not saying a word. Finally she flashes a smile and responds in a sing-songy tone.

Piper Lennon: Groovy, always good to see someone exercising the first amendment. You keep on applying that energy, dude.

With that rather flippant response, the new MAL Champion slides out into gorilla position in preparation for her match, leaving a visibly unimpressed Peaches behind.

[FGA Office]

• Non-Title Match •
(c) Piper Lennon vs. Zack Gall

Lennon starts the match off by trying to get into a striking battle with Gall. But this quickly proves to be a bad idea when Gall overwhelms Piper with alnating shoot kicks to the legs. A roundhouse kick to the chest knocks the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion off her feet. Lennon sits up, only to get knocked flat against the mat with a Penalty Kick for a two count. Gall then brings the action in the corner and delivers multiple shoot kicks to the chest. After Lennon is whipped into the far corner, Gall runs across the ring and crushes her with running double knees. He then sends Lennon flying out of the corner with an overhead belly to belly suplex. As Lennon gets back to her feet, Gall charges across the ring and connects with a running dropkick, sending Lennon flying into the corner. After Lennon crumbles from out of the corner, Gall looks to keep his momentum rolling by stepping out onto the apron and climbing to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and goes for a diving double foot stomp when Lennon rolls to the outside for safety. Lennon goes to take a breather on the floor. But unbeknownst to her, Gall is on the apron waiting for her to turn around. When Gall turns around, Gall runs along the apron, leaps off and knocks her down with a diving knee strike! Gall brings the action back inside and makes the cover. Lennon’s able to kickout at two.

Gall brings the action back into the corner and lights up Lennon’s chest with multiple knife edge chops. He then moves Lennon from out of the corner and shoots her into the far ropes. When Lennon returns, she sees Gall setting up for a back body drop. The crowd gasps when Lennon stops and tries to deliver the Snapshot (cravate knee facebreaker). Before Lennon can deliver the move, Gall breaks free. He throws out a high roundhouse kick when Gall ducks and counters with a jumping neckbreaker slam for a two count. After Gall is whipped sternum-first into the corner, Gall stumbles away from the corner and into a running double axe handle to the back of the neck. After Gall drops down to all fours, Lennon flattens him on the mat with a dumping foot stomp across the back. She then pushes Gall over and makes the cover. Gall gets his shoulder up at two.

Lennon brings Gall back up his feet and pulls him over towards the side of the ring. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion quickly follows up with a hotshot across the top rope. She makes the cover and gets a two count. After a front push kick to the chest knocks Gall into the corner, Lennon delivers alternating jabs and knife edge chops. Lennon goes to follow up with an irish whip when Gall reverses and sends her into the corner. Gall rushes across the ring to attack when Lennon knocks him back with a boot to the face. Lennon steps out onto the apron and goes to scale to the top turnbuckle when Gall rushes into the corner, runs up to the middle ropes and cuts her off with multiple headbutts. After grabbing a hold of Lennon, Gall throws her down with an Expldoer Suplex for a two count. After Lennon is whipped into the ropes, Gall knocks her down with a running lariat. Another running lariat returns Lennon to the mat. Once Lennon gets back to her feet, Gall scoops her up and throws her down with a Michinoku Driver II for a two count. Gall brings Lennon down with a Dragon Suplex for a two count! Gall then delivers a Tiger Suplex for a count of two and a ½! Gall sets up Lennon for a Half Nelson Suplex when Lennon reaches out with her free arm, grabs the ref by his shirt and pulls him over to her. While the ref is trying to free himself, Lennon takes advantage and low blows Gall with a mule kick! Once the ref frees himself, he admonishes Lennon for putting her hand on him. Lennon simply ignores the ref before knocking Gall down with a gamengiri for a two count.

Gall is then whipped into the far corner before Lennon rushes over and bashes him with a leaping corner bionic elbow! After turning Gall around and sitting him down on the top turnbuckle, Lennon climbs up onto the middle ropes, takes Gall and brings him down with a belly to back superplex! While Gall clutches the back of his neck, Lennon heads out onto the apron before climbing to the top turnbuckle. When Gall gets back to his feet, Lennon leaps off before driving him down with a diving elbow drop! Lennon pulls Gall back to his feet and delivers a Heart Punch before bringing him down with the Snapshot! She makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Piper Lennon

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

The lights in the Meadowlands Expo Center go out unexpectedly and the FGA fans in attendance scream in reaction. Suddenly, Wolfmother’s “The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun” begins to play, which instantly draws jeers from the crowd. A single spotlight shines at the top of the entrance. Standing there, holding the FGA Championship high above his head, is the Big Bad himself. Chris Q is looking straight down at his feet, wearing his trademark black suit and tie. The FGA fans are not impressed. He stands there for what seems like an eternity, soaking in the reaction from the crowd.

Finally, Chris lowers his arms and throws the FGA Championship over his shoulder. He raises his head and begins walking to the ring, smirking out at the crowd. A fan shouts something at Q that gets his attention. Chris gets into his face and returns the verbal abuse. It actually looks like Chris might get into a fight with the fan, but security gets in the middle and Q thinks better of it. The cocky champion laughs off the brief altercation and continues walking to the ring.

The FGA Champion climbs the steps onto the apron. He raises the belt one final time before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. It’s nearly impossible to guess the mood of the Big Bad because his trademark sunglasses cover his eyes. Q walks over to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. He walks back to the center of the ring as his music begins to fade. Chris smirks again and scratches his beard before bringing the microphone to his mouth.

Chris Q: Are you all here for the Chris Q Party?

The fans erupt with a huge wave of boos. The FGA Champion laughs to himself before he continues.

Chris Q: I told everyone that the loss to Dom Harter was a fluke. If it wasn’t for Bob Pooler, Malcolm Drake, and the semi-retarded Chris Bond, I would still be undefeated to this day. But I was given the opportunity to prove it and I was able to capture the FGA Championship for the second time. That’s right. I’m the one and only TWO-time FGA Champion.

Q raises his belt into the air again, which is met by a negative reaction from the crowd.

Chris Q: Tonight I cross off the final name on my hit list. Chris Bond, you should have learned your lesson the first time. I know that you were heart-broken after I beat you at Only the Strong Survive, but that should have taught you something. In your long, overrated career, you’ve never come across a man like me. None of your so-called “experience” can prepare you for the kind of animal that I am. Like I’ve said so many times: there is only one Chris Q. Nobody can do what I do.

Q almost has to yell that last line because of the how loud the people have become in their hatred towards the Big Bad.

Chris Q: After I successfully defend this title against Chris Bond here tonight, I’ll once again start building my championship legacy. Take a good look at the man standing in front of you. I’m not Chandler Scott. I’m not A.J. Fairchild. I'm certainly not a little bitch like Dom Harter. I am the FGA Champion. Soon my name will become synonymous with this championship and everything that it stands for. Years from now, when you look at the Frontier Grappling Arts Hall of Fame, I’ll be remembered as the greatest FGA Champion of all time. They’ll talk about the streak, talk about my dominance, and they’ll talk about tonight.

A pause.

Chris Q: Because what I’m going to do tonight will be the most brutal, vicious scene ever witnessed in Frontier Grappling Arts. Tonight, I’m going to massacre Chris Bond. Tell your woman to look away and cover your children’s eyes, because it’s not going to be pretty. Just winning this match won’t be enough. In order to prove to Chris Bond that I am the most dangerous man in this company, I’m going to have to put him in the hospital.

Q holds the FGA Championship in front of his face and stares directly at the gold plate.

Chris Q: You never should have turned down a drink with the Big Bad. You also should have learned your lesson at Only the Strong Survive. But your biggest mistake was costing me the FGA Championship and playing your part in ending my streak. A man can only f*ck up so many times before he has to pay the price. You pissed off the wrong guy, Bond. Now get ready to face the consequences.

Q drops the microphone and his music once again plays through the sound system. Chris doesn’t even waste time taunting the audience before exiting the ring. He throws the FGA Championship over his shoulder and walks to the back with tremendous confidence.

[FGA Office]

Making their way through the backstage area of the INTRUST Bank Arena are Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum, and while Cherry has an optimistic disposition Karma certainly does not - instead Karma looks like somebody who can’t wait until he can slam the locker room door shut behind him so he can have some time to brood on his own, to the point he’s actively avoiding making eye contact with any of the backstage staff as he passes as he’d rather not engage in any smalltalk or chit-chat

After an uncomfortable amount of time the pair reach the locker room, where Karma shoves the door open wide and makes his way through the door while Cherry follows, looking over her shoulder with a slight look of concern on her face, and once the pair enter she closes the door silently behind them

Once inside, Karma unceremoniously dumped his bag on the nearest bench and swiftly does likewise with his own form, his head sagging into his chest as his tuches meets the bench and he sits in silence for a few seconds, which is followed by an agonised grunt that seems to come from the very core of his being that segues into

Johnny Karma: ...why the hell does everything I do have to be ten times more difficult than it should be? I set my sights on a title and earn the right to challenge for it, and the champion inevitably finds three or four friends so they kick the knish out of me for weeks or even months on end. I gain a victory and there’s a long line of people waiting to knock me down. I put my own career on the line to prove not only to myself but anyone who doubts me that I’m willing to give up everything if it means I can rise to the top once more, and…

Throwing his hands in the air, Karma’s silence says a lot more than words actually would

Johnny Karma: ...and you know what happened, as people think they see a sign of weakness and try to get inside my head, or as happened most recently I’m doing everything I can to make the opportunity I need all by myself only for some kaker to cut me off at the knees and act like it’s funny to take everything from me just because he could. Why is this company populated with the sort of people who seem to make it their life’s work to make people hate working for this company? Who want to make others miserable to mask the fact they’re pretty kalye when it comes to doing anything that could make themselves happy?

Karma sighs

Johnny Karma: So I guess it’s once more to the back of the line, as the clock ticks down and I’m no closer to my target than I was back when I said I’d walk if I didn’t win the title, so now I need to focus on another way to try and move ahead of the pack while Marlon Cure’s planning for a title match. And I don’t begrudge him that, he earned it, but knowing that I could be in his shoes right now…

Once again Karma chooses silence over words as all he can manage is a mournful shake of the head, which causes Cherry to place a hand on his shoulder

Cherry Baum: Listen to me, J-K...no, listen to yourself. You’re talking as if you’ve already lost, or like you’ve suddenly forgotten how to do something as straightforward as a wristlock, and you know that’s not true.

Sitting down next to him, Cherry continues

Cherry Baum: You know you were better than you think you were in the GRR, you know you’re better than you think you are right now, and you know that you have it within you to reverse this with just one victory - and all you have to do is prove not to whoever it is doubting you, and not just to yourself, but to those who reward people with title matches that you’re an asset to the company, and you're not going to do that by moping around the locker room.

Silence.

Not the awkward or even painful silences of a few minutes previously, but a thoughtful silence as Karma processes what Cherry has said

Johnny Karma: You know, Cherry, you…

???: ...really shouldn’t go building up Johnny Boy’s hopes like that.

Both Karma and Cherry shoot glares toward the door, where they are less than enthused to find a smirking Ricky Valero standing in the entryway with his back pressed against the wall. The so-called ‘Good Guy’ pulls a half-eaten Gala apple from behind his back and bites a huge chunk out of it.

Ricky Valero: After all, you and I both know they’re just going to crash and burn for him again like they did at the Rumble.

Valero wipes a dribble of slobber from his chin as he continues to crunch away. He pushes off the door frame and swaggers toward the pair with his eyes locked in on Cherry.

Ricky Valero: You saw what happened at the Rumble didn’t you, Cherry? When Johnny Boy here got thrown over the top ropes by a real man and saw his World Championship dreams vanish at the snap of a finger? Again.

Valero snickers before turning his attention toward Karma.

Ricky Valero: Tick tock, Johnny Boy. Cherry means well, but you know things aren’t all gumdrops and unicorns. Your time is running out. The window is closing. Your further from the FGA World Championship now than you were when you made that vow so many months ago and God bless us all, we’re almost free of Johnny Karma for good!

Cherry momentarily breaks her scowl in Valero’s direction to see what Karma’s response is, and seeing that Karma’s clearly looking PO’d she returns her attention - and scowl - towards Valero

Ricky Valero: Calm down, sweetheart. You have no reason to be upset.

That sinister grin creeps back across Valero’s face.

Ricky Valero: Once Karma goes and calls it quits, you can hitch your wagon to a Good Guy and finally get to know what it’s like to stand next to a winner.

Rising silently from the bench, Karma walks towards Valero and takes a second to look him up and down - and very briefly peer over his shoulder in case he’s got two or three people running backup for any eventualities - before looking Valero in the eye

Johnny Karma: Alternatively, Valero, something else could happen. Alternatively, you could think it's funny to cost me at the Gold Rush Rumble and run your mouth about it, unaware that all you’re really doing is giving me a good reason to get you in my sights. Alternatively, I could wipe that smirk off your face with the back of my hand and ask you to clean up the glob of half-chewed apple off my locker room floor before you scurry back to whichever hole you reside in. Alternatively, Valero, you give me the perfect reason to get myself right back into title contention - and it will be at your expense. And when I do that, what will you be hitching your wagon to? Evan Envi’s coattails?

A beat

Johnny Karma: Oh wait, that’s what you’ve been doing ever since you got here, it's just nobody has the beytsim to tell you that to your face.

More silence, this time from Valero as his face burns red and his eyes narrow on Karma. But he breaks the tension and plays it cool with a scoff and rolls his eyes.

Ricky Valero: Please. I’m a former FGA World Tag Team Champion, a goddamn icon in this business, and the man who threw you over the top ropes at Only the Strong Survive. I’d say I’ve been doing a bit more than riding Evan’s coattails, wouldn’t you? The Good Guys are a team. Equals. And Evan never would have joined forces with me if I wasn’t as good as I say I am. Look at how that’s turned out for us: the best friendship in the world and TWO FGA World Championship reigns.

Valero moves a step closer to Karma now and brings the apple to his lips, taking another big bite right in his face.

Ricky Valero: Now it’s my turn. Because if anyone is gonna be getting into title contention at the expense of the other, you’re the stepping stone, Johnny Boy. Washed up. Finished. A has been. But just high enough on the totem pole to catapult me to the top of Vertigo where I belong.

He says while placing his left hand just above his own head.

Ricky Valero: This sad, little goodbye tour of yours really started when Evan beat you at Only the Strong Survive for the FGA World Championship this time last year. You’ve been on a rapid freefall ever since. You know it. Cherry knows it. Everyone can see that you’re not the same old Johnny Karma anymore. Face the facts, Johnny Boy, you’re damn sure not championship material anymore. And now it’s time to take you out back and put you out of your misery once and for all. What I did to you in the Gold Rush Rumble was just a preview of what’s to come. Soon, everyone is going to know just how big of a joke you’ve really become...J-K.

Valero smirks knowing he’s crossed the line, but before he can catch any hell for it, he tosses his apple core into the air giving Karma cause to jump back in disgust. The Good Guy chuckles as it crashes to the floor and rolls to Cherry’s feet. He turns on his heels and heads for the door.

Ricky Valero: See ya soon.

He calls out with his back to Karma as he moves to exit the room.

Once Valero is out of the picture, a silence descends upon the room as Karma keeps his eyes focused on the area of blank space where Valero was stood a moment ago, which causes Cherry to slide along beside him to try and work out what he’s looking at

Cherry Baum: What is…?

Before Cherry can finish, Karma turns around and angrily shakes his head while letting out an irritated sigh as he takes a few steps back inside the locker room before turning around once again to face Cherry while gesticulating towards the blank space where Valero was stood

Johnny Karma: You see, that is what I’m talking about. “Whoop-de-doo, I’ve held the tag titles, now I’m just going to take a whizz in your cornflakes because my life’s so pitiful I have to make everyone as miserable a sack of knish as I am. Aren’t I great?” I’m sick of it and I’m sick of being sick of it.

Cherry’s expression turns from one of concern to one of frustration

Cherry Baum: John, listen to yourself. This is not you, it’s...I don’t know who it is.

For a moment Karma is silent, and when he does respond to Cherry the volume is noticeably reduced but the bile behind his words hasn’t diminished at all

Johnny Karma: I’ll tell you who it is, it's someone who’s had enough of the Harters, the Valeros, the Envis, the list that never gets shorter no matter what I try, and I’m done with playing around. If they want to try and force me out the door and gloat about what they're up to, it's time I pushed back and showed them I’m not playing around.

The second that Karma makes that ambiguous and patently out of character comment he breaks off the conversation and marches past Cherry and out of the locker room door, his anger writ large upon his face as he storms out of the locker room into the hallway and heads off into the distance while Cherry remains in the doorway, a look of genuine concern on her face as she looks on.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Tyler Storm vs. Tyler Kingsley

Storm starts off the match by knocking a charging Kingsley off his feet with a spinning heel kick! He then takes Kingsley and whips him into the ropes. When The Resistance member returns, Storm knocks him off his feet again. This time, with a bicycle kick! He drops down and makes the cover. But Kingsley’s able to get his shoulder up at two. After pulling Kingsley back to his feet, Storm doubles him over with a knee to the midsection before heading into the ropes. When he returns, he throws out a scissors kick when Kingsley slips out of the way and counters with a Reverse DDT for a two count.

Kingsley moves Storm into the corner and delivers multiple knife edge chops. After whipping Storm into the opposite corner, Kingsley runs across the ring to attack when Storm ducks and dumps him over the top rope. After Kingsley lands safely on the apron, Kingsley knocks him back with a forearm smash before knocking him down with Death From Above (springboard high knee)! He makes the cover and gets a two count. Kingsley takes Storm, presses him against the ropes and delivers multiple knees from the clinch. He then turns and hits the far ropes. When Kingsley returns, Storm comes off the ropes and knocks him down with a jumping knee strike for a two count.

Storm moves Kingsley against the ropes before lighting up his chest with a barrage of knife edge chops. Storm follows up with a spinning forearm when Kingsley ducks and dumps him over the top rope and to the floor. While Storm tries to pick himself up off the floor, Kingsley takes off into the far ropes. When Kingsley returns, he knocks Storm down with a somersault plancha! After rolling Storm back inside, Kingsley hops onto the apron before flipping off the top rope for The Revolution (Springboard 450 Splash). When Storm rolls out of the way, Kingsley lands on his feet before his momentum sends him rolling forward. After getting back to his feet, Kingsley quickly follows up with a Pelé Kick. While Storm is dazed, Kingsley takes off into the ropes. When he returns, he stops when he sees Storm running past him into the ropes. When Storm comes back, Kingsley goes to leapfrog over him when Storm catches him, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster for a two count!

Storm takes Kingsley and shoots him into the corner before rushing across the ring and connecting with a running European Uppercut. After Kingsley is whipped back into the far corner, Storm goes to follow up with another running European Uppercut when Kingsley counters with a boot to the face. He then follows up with a Reverse STO into the turnbuckle. He makes the cover, but Storm’s able to kickout at two. Kingsley then takes Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, he ducks a discus clothesline from Kingsley. When Storm returns, he brings Kingsley down with a Sling Blade. After hoisting Kingsley up onto his shoulders, Storm heads over towards the corner and delivers a Buckle Bomb. Storm catches Kingsley after he bounces out of the corner and dumps him with a Backdrop Driver!

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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Kingsley gets his shoulder up!

Storm picks up Kingsley and lifts him up across his shoulders to set up an Alabama Slam. Kingsley’s able to block by reaching out and grabbing onto the top rope with both hands. Once Storm lets Kingsley down, Kingsley hits him with a quick boot to the midsection before dropping him to a knee with a step-up enzuigiri. While Storm shakes out the cobwebs, Kingsley steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Once Storm gets back to his feet and turns around, Kingsley leaps off for a flying crossbody block… only to get caught in mid air with a spear! Storm pulls Kingsley back to his feet and positions him in an inverted headlock. Storm yells out at the fans, “TIME TO!” The crowd responds with “BE WITNESS” before Storm blasts him across the back of the head with the Hybrid Crackdown (inverted headlock into a Rolling Elbow)! Storm then lifts Kingsley up onto his shoulders before bringing him down with the Eye of the Storm (Electric Chair Driver) for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Tyler Storm

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

A blast of trumpet fanfare echoes backstage as “King” Eric Otto of Sweden enters the scene, closely accompanied by six of his “royal” bodyguards and an assortment of followers, some men in sharp suits and others grunts who may or may not be slaves. He adjusts his cloak and slightly tilts his head up in an attempt to look mighty, lest somebody stand nearby admiring. Meanwhile, two raggedy-looking grunts in the young man’s service construct a seat for him to sit upon. Otto looks to nobody directly as he speaks, his Swedish accent as thick as ever.

King Eric Otto: Vhere are zee FGA interviewer slaves? I vas told one vould meet us here. Find him. And find Susan Kent vhile you’re zat it.

Two of Otto’s aides rush off to do his bidding while his grunts finish building his chair, finalizing it with a velvet pillow covering for extra comfort. The “King” sits down and proceeds to pull out his cellphone to text. One of the aides returns with Spencer Burke and pushes him before the Swede. Otto glances up from his phone, then looks back down to it while addressing the confused-looking interviewer.

Eric Otto: Has my FGA US title rematch been secured?

Spencer Burke: I’m sorry…?

Otto pauses, his face now looking as confused as Burke’s.

Eric Otto: “Zoo’re sorry?” About vat? Actually, I don’t care. Just answer my question, slave. Vill my team of zee Lady Susan Kent and my creature get our rematch against zee US tag champs after zat Only Zee Strong Survive abortion?

Spencer Burke: Well, I’m not sure what GM Geroux has planned regarding a US tag title match at this time given…

Otto’s anger is swift as he chucks his cellphone at Burke, striking him in the jaw! The interviewer stumbles back, holding his bleeding lip as the young Swede berates him.

Eric Otto: Vat kind of show is ZIS! Huh?! I don’t vant excuses or complaining! Zings are different now in FGA. Vertigo has royalty on its roster, GM Geroux has a KING in her ranks, and zus zee proper respect is to be given! Vat I need is Fujiko and Izzy standing before me ready to do me zee justice of a title rematch. Vat I need is Silk and Zionide kneeling before me vit zer heads held out ready for ZEE CHOP! Zee King’s justice! Vell, don’t stand zer sniveling, zoo microphone diddler, get on vit getting zees zings!

His guards push Burke away and the interviewer staggers off as quick as he can. Otto scoffs as he sits back in his chair.

Eric Otto: Speaking of, vhere is my other client?

Otto’s other aide arrives at that moment with Susan Kent at his side.

Aide: Zor Grace, zee Lady Susan Kent.

Otto’s expression changes immediately from bitterness to almost hyper joy as he leaps from his chair. He quickly tries to compose himself as he smiles at Susan Kent.

Eric Otto: Ahh, a pleasure to meet zoo at last, Lady Kent! I am zee manager of zee team of zorself and...zee other one, zee “Koo-ban”....King Eric Otto.

He holds out his hand to her, palm facing down. Susan reluctantly shakes his hand.

Susan Kent: So why am I here, and where are Ewan and Sofia?

Susan scans the room feeling confused. Looking a tad miffed, Otto slowly pulls his hand back and idly flexes his wrist as he answers.

Eric Otto: Zey left, zey’re gone. Quite sudden, really. From vat I understand, zeir FGA contracts expired and rather than attempt to renew, zey just...poof...vent out zee door vitout even so much as a courtesy vave to zee company zat gave zem so many opportunities. It’s quite lucky for zoo zat I vas around and looking for a managerial position, vich FGA has given to me. My Master of Paperwork, “Left-tenent” Dick Pict, has all zee proper paperwork if zoo vould like to look it over...?

Otto’s man, FGA official businessman Dick Pict, steps forward and hands out some official looking contract stuff for Susan to glance over. Even as she’s holding the documents, Otto waves a dismissive hand.

Eric Otto: Of course, vhy vould zoo be bothered by a new manager to zee tag team of zorself and zee “Koo-ban”? It is said zee old ones, Sofia and Ewan, did not even care for zoo? Hmm?

He raises an eyebrow, awaiting any retort Susan might have.

Susan Kent: Okay, but I think it's in my best interest to have Kendra look over these documents.

Dick Pict and Eric Otto glance at each, as Susan attempts to leave with the documents. Otto steps in her path, laughing in an attempt to seem friendly, although it’s clear he’s becoming more than a little miffed now.

Eric Otto: Ahh, of course, of course, and I am sure zis Kendra is great and vill find everving is in order, but, eh, in zee meantime let us, how you say, “talking shop” like ve’re already a team? Specifically let us talk about vat happened at Only Zee Strong Survive. Very close zoo got zoo zee tag titles, until zose so-called “champions” Fujiko and Izzy allowed zee match zoo be ambushed by zose harlots Silk and Zionide. Vee need zoo push back and demand a rematch. Zat and proper vengeance on zose who robbed us of vat vas nearly ours. Fortunately for zoo, in fact fortunately for EVERYVONE, I am arranging just such a zing.

Susan Kent: Meaning…?

Otto smiles as he holds his hands up at his side in dramatic fashion.

Eric Otto: A royal invitation! I’m sending one out zoo everyvone voo matters in zis matter. Next Vertigo, vee assemble and discuss making zee match happen. No point in vaiting, Lady Kent, as a team vee must take vat vee vant, by force if necessary! GM Geroux vill have to acknowledge FGA’s King if she has any marbles on how zoo do business. Even a voman can understand zat!

Susan Kent pauses, trying not to show how blatantly offended she is at this last misogynistic comment. A cough and a clearing of the throat serves as her cover as she redirects the conversation.

Susan Kent: I see, a sit-down. Sounds good, Mr. Otto, but if I may ask...you say “as a team”, so where IS my tag team partner…? Why isn’t Delikado here?

Otto’s grand smile lessens upon hearing the name of his client.

Eric Otto: Vell...he has zee night off, yes? So I kept him in storage, zat is...he is resting…

Susan Kent: But he’s here, right? Because if he is, he should be out here listening to all of this with me, that way we can formulate a plan.

Otto now bites his inner cheek in mounting irritation. Clearly he just wants to make this conversation about himself, with Susan, and leave Delikado out of it altogether.

Eric Otto: Yes, but…

Susan Kent: No “but’s”. This is why Deli and I slipped up at Only The Strong Survive: we weren’t together enough and didn’t coordinate enough. Mr. Otto, I--

Eric Otto: *grinding teeth* Heh, zat’s “King Otto” if not “Zor Grace”...

Susan Kent: --I really must insist.

Otto looks like he could repeat his Spencer Burke performance on Susan, but he relents as a crooked smile crosses his face. He turns his head to his guards and utters something in Swedish. Though we don’t know what he says, it’s obviously sarcastic and insulting, making all the men laugh. He returns to English after that.

Eric Otto: Ahh, okay, okay, zoo go retrieve “it” for zee Lady Kent.

Two guards exit the area while Otto slowly walks back to his chair and sits. He lifts his head up in a haughty manner as he holds his focus on Susan Kent. At the sound of chains rattling off-screen, Otto smiles with amusement and tilts his head in their direction. Susan turns as well, her eyes widening in disbelief as she watches the two guards literally dragging Delikado on the ground with chains around his waist. Not only is the Cuban still comatose per his “old man curse”, but he’s physically dirty and unkempt in appearance. Another oddity is his right hand has a black bag tied to it. Catching Susan’s shock, the young Swede chuckles under his breath but then puts on a facade of pity.

Eric Otto: Amazing, isn’t zit? Zis is how I found him ven I took over his contract. Seems zee previous managers ver keeping him like zis. Living in a stable, only prettied up at showtime! Now, I’ve TRIED to civilize him back into a proper man, but zus far he has fought me every step of zee vay. Zat's vhy vee put a bag on his hand zer, zee pinky especially. He can get rather dangerous vit zat zing--it took out four of my men, so I am just looking out for everyvone's safety!

Susan Kent: Doesn’t he at least have a wheelchair? I mean God, pulling him along on the ground like that?!

Eric Otto: Zos monsters Sofia and Ewan burned it on zer way out, and since zen every other chair vee give him he destroys. Like zoo vit zee “insisting”, your partner seems to insist on zis savage treatment and lifestyle. I zink he likes it, poor bastard! But have no fear, Lady Kent, for zee “Koo-ban” VILL fight.

Susan holds her gaze on her partner, even as he lays face-down to the floor and as corpse-y as ever. Lifting her head up, she becomes visibly angry as she stares down Otto and his Swedish goons.

Susan Kent: I don’t believe you. For all her faults, Sofia would never have left Delikado in such a condition, I don’t know what your deal is here, but I’ll say this to you right now: put Delikado back in his wheelchair, clean him up, and give him some dignity at least.

Susan’s chest heaves from her anger and the Swedes begin to smirk.

Susan Kent: And for the record, “your highness”, my contract isn’t with you so I don’t have to stand here and take your crap. Now clean Delikado up before you need a wheelchair!

As Susan goes to leave, one of Otto’s guards stands in front of her, blocking her way. With a swift kick to the groin the guard drops to the floor. Susan flashes Otto a bitter look before storming off. The young Swede sits back in his chair, looking on in amazement. One of the other guards, eyeing his fallen compatriot, glances toward his monarch with shock and wonder.

Swedish Bodyguard: Should vee future endeavor her, Zor Grace? Touching a member of zor Royal Guard has always been a crime, punishable vit extreme violence!

Eric Otto waves off this suggestion, looking fascinated by Susan’s boldness, rather than afraid of the threats.

Eric Otto: No... I said before zings ver different now, and I meant it for all of us. Zis one...she vill make zings interesting. Vait and see. She vill fight for us, zee team vill survive, and vee vill vin.

With that said, Otto rises from his chair, purposely walks across Delikado like he’s a stepping stone, and marches off with his royal bodyguards surrounding him. He calls over his shoulder to the ones responsible for his client as he leaves.

Eric Otto: But I vill not be bullied by her. Put zat creature back in zee stables until I need him!

The Swedish “King” departs with a smile and his grunts are left to drag the limp Delikado away by his chains as we cut to black.