Vertigo E81

[FGA Office]

Our cameras open up in the backstage area where we see “The Chief”, Evan Envi, dressed to compete, along with a t-shirt that reads “do better.” seated in a folding chair in the dressing room, earning a pop from the live audience in attendance. Envi is leaned slightly forward, tightening the laces on his boot before someone taps gently against the door. The camera pans out, revealing that the door is already open. Spencer Burke stands in the doorway and clears his throat.

Spencer Burke: ‘Evening, Evan. Got a few minutes?

Evan Envi: Ah. Spence. For you?

Evan gives Spencer a look of disgust-- though the mutual half-smiles of both men dismiss it as a joke.

Evan Envi: Sure. Stop standing in the hall like a creep though.

Burke chuckles under his breath and walks into the room, noting the absence of Envi’s tag team partner.

Spencer Burke: No Kazu-- no SUPERNOVA?

Evan Envi: Not this week, friend. I mean, I can still serenade you if you want.

Spencer Burke: I’ll one-hundred percent be holding you to that. But right now I want to know what your path looks like after that performance at Only the Strong Survive. It came down to just you and the eventual winner Lowri Moss and at several moments it looked like you were just one step away from a World Title match. I know how much it meant to you to climb back into that main event-- so now, what’s step one?

Envi folds his hands, leaning back in the chair for just a moment. He considers it in silence-- before leaning forward again, pointing to Spencer.

Evan Envi: I think I showed my hand too early-- giving Salem a full week to think about how she’s gonna counter the Liger Bomb. Step one is making sure Salem does not counter that Liger Bomb.

Spencer Burke: Was… probably looking for a more broad answer, actuall--

Evan Envi: Step two is making sure that people don’t look at me, and my demeanor, and my actions since I’ve come back from injury, and confuse it for weakness. I understand how close I was to being--

Evan pauses, taking a deep breath, trying to articulate.

Evan Envi: I could’ve easily been stuck at home with no way of coming back to wrestling. It’s not something that resonates with someone unless they’ve been in that hole. I was lucky. And I worked really hard to get back here, but I didn’t work hard to just be here. I can’t afford to let someone as talented as Salem to beat me and use that to take MY spot in an International Heavyweight Title match or a World Title match. She will not do that.

The words earn another pop from Evan’s supporters in attendance. Burke nods, taking the words in for a moment before following up.

Spencer Burke: Speaking of our World Title match… I’d be remiss to not ask; what was your reaction to that ending…?

Evan doesn’t immediately respond, prompting Spencer to unnecessarily elaborate.

Spencer Burke: ...to Seth Iser defeating Fujiko Mine at Only the Strong Survive to become your new FGA World Champion?

Evan opens his mouth-- and simply sighs. He clears his throat and reaches to his side, glancing quickly at the screen of his phone before he rises to his feet.

Evan Envi: Well. I think… obviously Seth Iser is a really, really good wrestler. I um… I’m guilty of being as shocked as some of those fans in the audience when he had his hand raised though. I saw that match and Fujiko’s reign going a certain way, you know? And-- and maybe selfishly, I envisioned Fujiko being on the other side of that ring when I made my way back to the World Title. She was one of the best champions in all of wrestling. I think she proved it to everyone that saw her. But… congrats to Seth Iser. He killed it, right? That’s the energy I guess I need to have against Salem.

Evan sighs again. He looks down for a second before nudging Spencer.

Evan Envi: I gotta take a walk.

Spencer Burke: Oh. Uh-- am I following you?

Envi responds, already making his way out of the locker room.

Evan Envi: If you wanna be weird.

Spencer throws his hands up, clearly not finished questioning the Chief. Envi smirks, shaking his head a bit, walking around the corner-- but our camera operator quietly follows behind him.

Evan continues to walk, giving quiet nods to several of the mask-clad technicians and referees as he passes by. Eventually, Envi enters a brightly-lit corridor, also lined with dressing rooms. Envi stops at the second door on his right, raising a hand, hesitating for only a second before knocking. The camera operator approaches slowly, and focuses on someone wearing an oversized leather jacket. Their identity is given away by the tall blonde woman speaking with her. As Evan approaches, the blonde looks up, and the woman in the jacket turns around. For the first time in a long time, we Fujiko Mine without a championship on her person. She cannot stop a smile from forming on her face as she sees who approaches. The camera momentarily focuses on XENA’s face, who remains stoic.

Fujiko Mine: Hey, Evan.

It is a much more pleasant tone than audiences are used to between the two bitter foes. Fujiko doesn’t bother to dismiss the smile that snuck up on her face when she recognized him. XENA looks at the two of them, and appears to want to say something, but she instead bites her tongue. Fujiko notices, and they exchange a series of looks before Fujiko turns to face The Chief.

Fujiko Mine: How are you feeling? Big match tonight.

Evan Envi: Yeah… I think the gravity of the whole thing keeps sneaking up on me. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to make everything click, but I feel it tonight. Honestly. It’s just, I…

He gestures toward Fujiko, and almost instinctively gestures toward the spot on her shoulder where the World Championship would typically be draped. Quickly, he corrects himself, lowering his hands and looking directly at Fujiko.

Evan Envi: What about you? I mean… we haven’t really talked about Only the Strong Survive. And we don’t have to. But I gotta ask how you’re holding up.

Fujiko takes a look at her own shoulder as Evan gestures towards it, and then takes a second before returning her gaze to Evan.

Fujiko Mine: I’m alright. Still a little sore. Missing the extra accessory. But…

She offers him a shrug. XENA gives a look from behind Fujiko that she misses, suggesting more.

Fujiko Mine: The only thing to do is pick myself back up, work twice as hard.

There is a moment’s hesitation, then a smirk crosses her face.

Fujiko Mine: Had XENA bring my gear. Considering trying to goad Seth into giving me my rematch tonight.

She gives a small roll of the eyes. The comment brings a half-smile to the Chief’s lips. He laughs lightly at the idea.

Evan Envi: I’ve come up with way worse.

Fujiko Mine: It’s a long shot, but the man is a Bond Villain. Smart, but not nearly as smart as he thinks he is. So maybe I can get it back.

Evan Envi: Ha. Maybe I should’ve tried that with you.

Fujiko wrinkles her nose, unsure how to react for a moment. She laughs a little, but is caught off guard.

Fujiko Mine: I mean, you never really did ask for a rematch, but I would’ve given it to you.

Shaking his head, Envi laughs again, taking a single step back before he sighs gently.

Evan Envi: I hope whatever you do next works out though. I’m not giving up on us.

Pause. Evan’s eyes widen, quickly realizing--

Evan Envi: Us. The-- the idea of you versus me… I mean.

Evan’s gaze awkwardly travels toward XENA-- and he quickly looks away, back to Fujiko.

XENA shakes her head and lets out a sigh before patting Fujiko on the shoulder and walking away. Fujiko instinctively takes a step backward, and then realizes she’s been left to stand with Evan alone. She processes the situation for a moment, teeth catching the inside of her cheek.

Fujiko Mine: So, you’re telling me all I had to do was hang on to the title a little longer, and you would’ve wanted to talk about us? And by us I mean another match?

Her eyes tell of facetiousness on her part. She compliments it by taking a confident stance.

Fujiko Mine: So I just gotta beat Seth Iser and get my title back, and then you’ll want to talk about us, hm?

She expression not dropping, she winks at the Chief.

Fujiko Mine: Duly noted.

Evan’s expression and poise remain calm-- but his cheeks visibly grow red. He blinks a few times and quickly responds.

Evan Envi: I’m n-- I wasn’t stri--

Envi awkwardly laughs, crossing his arms.

Evan Envi: I mean, you don’t have to win the title back for us to talk about us. You could lose every match from here on out for all I care, and--

Cheeks grow redder.

Evan Envi: I mean-- I do care. That would never happen, obviously.

The Chief stammers.

Evan Envi: I’m--

Fujiko puts her hand up to stop him. She pauses for a moment, and then uses that same hand to suppress a laugh.

Fujiko Mine: But what’s your *incentive* if I’m not the champion, Evan?

She crosses her arms over her chest.

Fujiko Mine: Unless...you were talking about something in a non-wrestling capacity. You did ask for us to go out some time ago, right?

She shifts her weight to her other foot, and the familiar, almost-bashful smile returns to the Chief’s face.

Evan Envi: Sounds familiar.

Fujiko Mine: But that couldn’t be what you meant. You meant a wrestling match, right?

Evan smiles, nodding a bit-- but not a nod as an answer to Fujiko’s question; more as a silent confirmation to himself before he speaks.

Evan Envi: Fujiko. Let me take you out after the show.

There’s an audible pop from some members of the audience, and merely a curious “ooooh!” from others at Envi’s directness.

Evan Envi: Somewhere-- something far removed from all of this…

He gestures to the general area around them, talking directly of their workplace.

Evan Envi: Just us.

Although faint, contained to small sections of the live crowd, chants of “YES!” permeate the scene. The camera briefly pans toward Fujiko, who barely holds down a smile as she nods to Evan and begins to back away. Envi’s smile threatens to break into a grin, but he remains relatively poised. Fujiko continues to back away, until she can’t anymore and turns to leave from the camera’s view.

Kris Cruise: I think we have a date!

Stephy Auger: I’m nauseous, Cruise. Is this Vertigo or Love Island? I’m-- UUUGH, I could spit. Evan better stay focused! He already has a date tonight. And it’s with Salem! And she’s gonna punch him in his stupid face!

Kris Cruise: You’re so angry.

We fade away as Envi turns, making his way out of frame, returning the way he came as we fade.

[FGA Office]

theft
noun
the felonious taking and removing of personal property with intent to deprive the rightful owner of it

It takes a few seconds, but eventually our timely visit from Merriam-Webster fades away and instead we are looking at Mark Bisley, and to say that he doesn’t look best pleased is an understatement. In fact, he looks positively vexed for reasons that should become apparent

Mark Bisley: I could dwell on it. Oh, I could dwell, but dwelling is what losers do so I shall leave that to the sort of person who responds to adversity by concocting a plan to deceive their superiors so that they can steal what does not belong to them. After all, you know what I am referring to, in fact everyone in this building does, so there is no need to dwell on the most heinous of crimes committed within the confines of Frontier Grappling Arts.

Pausing for a moment, Bisley theatrically shakes out his arm and looks at an imaginary watch

Mark Bisley: I mean we could wait here in silence for two to three minutes so the people who don’t listen can assume that I am complaining to skip forward, but that would be weird.

Clapping his hands together in an equally performative manner, Bisley decides to talk about what he wants to talk about

Mark Bisley: More than anything else, dwelling on it is counterproductive for the simple reason that I get to walk up to the thief this evening, tell them to give back what is rightfully mine, and if they refuse I am permitted to work them over until they are begging for me to take back what is rightfully mine, and they don’t even have to say a word as all the thief has to do is…

Bisley rapidly slaps one hand against the other, perfectly imitating an opponent who is tapping out

Mark Bisley: And that’s the best part: I am almost literally making them say “Uncle!” when they have to return what belongs to me, and as a result I can draw a line under the whole sorry affair…albeit draw a line in pencil, because Rematch Clauses.

With a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head, Bisley mouths the phrase “Rematch Clauses…” to himself

Mark Bisley: And this is the important thing: once I have reclaimed what is rightfully mine, and placed the thief behind me where she and her namesake rightfully belong, at that point I can be the champion that the 15 Championship rightfully deserves, putting on one clinic after another as I turn back challengers in short order not because I can, but because the entire point of the belt is that I’m supposed to, so I guess they can cling to that small crumb of comfort and assume that if the title wasn’t on the line they might last a whole eighteen minutes against me before inevitability kicks in. And that’s the point: it wasn’t just me who was stolen from, it was this entire company who was deprived the honour and the privilege of seeing what is known as a “fighting champion” as opposed to the usual way things are done around here with what is known as “a champion who has two or three people jump their opponents constantly.”

With a slight shrug, as he knows full well that any attempt to argue is doomed to failure, Bisley continues

Mark Bisley: But I’d hate to make it look as if I am looking past my opponent and look towards a hypothetical, as that’s the sort of thing that leads to sentences which include the words “hoist” and “petard” in reasonably close proximity to one another. But thankfully that won’t be the case, because as I have already explained…

With a click of his fingers, Bisley calls up the infographic that began his interview. This one, to be precise…

theft
noun
the felonious taking and removing of personal property with intent to deprive the rightful owner of it

Mark Bisley: …I have plenty of motivation for this evening’s match, for reasons that I have already explained that I am certain that I have no need to explain so I will not dwell upon them, so I am extra motivated to have this match wrapped up with a cute lil’ bow around it with plenty of those fifteen minutes left, to the point where I will no doubt have the referee tell me that I need to celebrate my victory a little longer as they show might run a tad short otherwise. And when that happens, and I regain what is rightfully mine, I will invite every wrestler past and present with the name Ashley to step into the ring with me so we can find out just how far down the list of Ashleys those two thieves really are. But until then, please, make sure that my property has been treated well and polished correctly, because theft is one thing – vandalism caused by your carelessness is quite another.

[FGA Office]

FGA 15 CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Ashley Marie Chase vs. Mark Bisley

The arena lights dim to almost pitch blackness, save for a couple of blue lights that pulse in sync with the intro to "Storms End" that is rising in pitch and intensity until the main hook burst forth and, at that very second, the ramp is bathed in blue light as Mark Bisley strides onto the ramp with his head bowed and an arm raised before he comes to a stop on the ramp and raises his head to survey the arena wearing one hell of a self-satisfied smirk upon his face

Keeping his arm raised as he makes his way down the ramp, Bisley walks at his own pace as he confidently walks to the ring at his own pace right up until he reaches the ringside area, and once he reaches the ringside area he lowers his arm and breaks into a short dash to give him the momentum to hop onto the ring apron where he crouches for a moment and taps the side of his head a couple of times to the song's beat before he rolls backwards into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. It is for the FGA 15 Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota! Weighing in at 201 pounds… MARK BISLEY!

Once he's got to his feet Bisley makes his way to the nearest corner and climbs the nearest turnbuckles where he stands with one foot on the top rope and his arms held out wide as he slowly tilts his head back for a few seconds until he turns his head and peers back into the ring and climbs down, removing the towel from around his shoulders the second his feet touch the canvas and casually tossing it in the referee's direction as he takes a few steps forward so he's standing in the centre of the ring where he drops to a knee and runs his hand on the canvas to say one thing: this is my ring.

Kris Cruise: Mark Bisley thought he had his match with AMC in the bag at Only the Strong Survive. He has pitted Ashley Marie Chase and Ashley Sands against each other. He had attacked both of them and Antoinette Sands. Bisley was sure that he could finish things off with AMC once and for all. But for as “Smart” as Bisley is, his plan blew up right in his face.

Stephy Auger: Ashley Sands, “The Lesser Ashley,” had the perfect opportunity to get revenge. But instead, she’d rather be #2 to AMC and decided to help her steal the title away from Bisley. Well, Bisley is coming to exact revenge tonight. But he isn’t going to attack them with foreign objects. Bisley is a world class wrestler and he’s going to wrestle circles around AMC en route to becoming a two-time 15 Champion!

"I Bring the Darkness (End of Days)" by Jim Johnston featuring Tommy Vext begins to play as the aisle way fills up with smoke. AMC rises up from the smoke in full face paint with the 15 Championship around her waist and is trying not to cough from all the smoke.

”Who do you think you are?
You’ve now gone much to far!”

AMC steps through the smoke and looks around at the crowd she then slowly walks toward the ring basically stutting with a smirk as she fist bumps some of the fans

”I bring the darkness!
I am the thunder!
I come from HELL
And I’ll pull you under!”

J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, hailing from Beverly Hills, California! She is the reigning… defending… FGA 15 Champion, ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!

AMC walk up the steps, taking a moment to wipe her feet on the apron before getting into the ring. AMC then drops to her knees in the middle of the ring and stretches out her arms as the 15 Championship lays in front of her and looks out toward the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Ashley Marie Chase finally picked up her first FGA championship by defeating Bisley at Only the Strong Survive. That title win was a long time coming for AMC.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, it’s gonna be such a shame, too.

Kris Cruise: What do you mean?

Stephy Auger: She waited so long to finally become a champion, only to end up losing it in her very first defense!

Kris Cruise: ...

The bell sounds as Bisley charges across the ring and knocks AMC down to her down with a high speed running dropkick to the knee!

Kris Cruise: Bisley’s going right after AMC!

Stephy Auger: Good! Take out her knee!

Bisley takes control of AMC’s leg before delivering the KneeDT (Foot DDT)! The boos continue as he takes control of AMC’s leg before delivering a second KneeDT! While AMC turns over into the prone position, Bisley heads towards the far side of the ring, hops onto the middle rope, flips back and connects with the Corazón de Zorro (lionsault to a face-down opponent's back)! He pulls AMC over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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AMC gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Bisley went on the attack early. You can tell how badly he wants to regain the championship.

Stephy Auger: He’s fighting with a sense of urgency. He isn’t letting AMC breath at all. Bisley’s smothering her with his offense. You love to see it.

Bisley quickly gets back to his feet and takes control of AMC’s right leg. The crowd gasps as he tries to turn her over into the L'Étoile du Nord (Canadian Maple Leaf). But AMC is able to user her left leg to deliver several kicks. AMC continues to kick away at Bisley until a kick to the face knocks him down.

Kris Cruise: AMC fights him off.

Both grapplers get to their knees before AMC starts firing away with a flurry of right hands to the face. She then grabs Bisley by the head with both hands before slamming him down face-first to the mat repeatedly. Bisley remains down on all fours as Chase slowly gets back to her feet. The champion then limps into the ropes. AMC returns and jumps off her left leg for the Full Facial (Curb Stomp)! But Bisley is able to slip out of the way and counter with the Paul Krause (Bisley sidesteps a leaping opponent and catches them with a shinbreaker)!

Kris Cruise: Bisley with a well-timed counter

Stephy Auger: You sound surprised. At this point, Bisley’s got AMC well scouted.

Bisley returns to his feet, lifts up AMC”s right leg and delivers an elbow drop across it. The challenger delivers two more elbow drops across the leg before exiting out to the apron. After scaling to the top rope, Bisley leaps off for the Sapienza (frog splash to the opponent's legs)! He misses! The crowd cheers when AMC rolls out of the way, causing Bisley to crash hard across the canvas.

Kris Cruise: He missed! AMC got out of the way in the nick of time!

Stephy Auger: Mark! Get up!

Bisley slowly pushes himself up to all fours before AMC wraps him up in a magistral cradle.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bisley kicks out.

Bisley picks himself up off the mat. He nearly gets met with a boot to the midsection until he catches AMC’s foot. After kicking her right leg out from under her, Bisley reaches down, takes control of the ring leg and turns her over into the L'Étoile du Nord!

Kris Cruise: Now he’s finally got it. Bisley has AMC right near the center of the ring!

Stephy Auger: AMC mind as well quit now.

The crowd boos as AMC lays trapped in the submission. The ref gets down and asks the champion if she wants to give up. AMC refuses. She then lets out a loud groan when Bisley pulls further back on the leg.

Stephy Auger: She knows the pain is too much for her. Don’t be stubborn. Just give up!

Bisley continues to keep his position held as he tries to get AMC to tap out. AMC lays writhing in pain as she’s nowhere near the ropes. Chase is asked again if she wants to give up. She shakes her head ‘no,’ but the pain is starting to become too much for the new champion. Bisley remains confidant as he feels a submission win is all but a formality.

Kris Cruise: Look at Bisley! He thinks he’s got this in the bag!

Stephy Auger: That’s because he does! There’s no Lesser Ashley to distract him this time!

Bisley remains in control as AMC starts to fade. She tries to fight back. She tries to fight through the pain. But it’s starting to become too much. AMC falls face-first onto the canvas, which garners a collective gasp from those in attendance.

Stephy Auger: It’s over, Cruise! It’s over! Call it, ref!

The ref asks AMC if she wants to give up. She doesn’t answer. Chase is asked again if she wants to quit. Still no answer. The referee goes to check on the champion a third time. This time, Chase grunts as she slowly pushes herself up off the mat.

Stephy Auger: ...what?

Chase reaches out before pulling herself forward across the mat. AMC reaches out again before dragging herself across the mat. Bisley looks around in disbelief as AMC slowly scratches and claws her way across the canvas.

Kris Cruise: He can’t believe it! Bisley thought he was seconds away from getting the title back!

Bisley hangs onto the submission hold. But Chase doesn’t slow down. She continues to fight her way towards the side of the ring. AMC reaches out once more… and grabs the bottom rope! The champion is met with cheers and applause.

Kris Cruise: AMC made it! She made it to the ropes!

However, those cheers quickly turn to boos when Bisley refuses to break the hold.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on now! Ref, you’ve got to get in there and do something!

The referee demands that Bisley break the hold. “Smart” Mark then informs the official that he has until the count of five.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F-

Bisley reluctantly breaks the hold. He puts his hands up defensively as he walks towards the center of the ring. But the official isn’t letting him off that easy. The challenger gets admonished by the referee for pushing his luck. Bisley feigns remorse before setting up shop on the far side of the ring.

After AMC slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, Bisley charges across the ring to attack. The crowd cheers when AMC low bridges the top rope, sending Bisley tumbling to the floor! AMC slowly pulls herself back to her feet before limping over into the corner. After gingerly climbing the turnbuckles, she crouches down as she waits impatiently up top. Once Bisley returns to his feet, AMC stands up, leaps off and knocks him down with It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a Chase (high crossbody)!

Kris Cruise: Chase took it to the air before knocking down the challenger on the outside! AMC isn’t letting that 15 Championship without a fight!

Stephy Auger: This match should be over already!

The cheers continue as AMC takes Bisley and slams him face-first onto the mat before rolling him back inside. She then limps across the apron before scaling the turnbuckles again. Down on the mat, Bisley starts to stir. The challenger then turns over onto a knee. After picking himself up, he turns around before getting knocked down with a flying clothesline! The cheers continue as AMC crawls back over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bisley gets his shoulder up.

After AMC pulls Bisley up off the mat, he swats her hands off of him before delivering a stomp to the right knee. The boos continue when he turns AMC away from him and takes control of her back. Bisley lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. AMC avoids the move by rolling over his shoulder. But as soon as she lands on her feet, her knee buckles! The crowd gasps when AMC drops down to her right knee. Bisley sees this and smirks before hitting the far ropes. When he returns, AMC rolls underneath a running roundhouse kick. When Bisley turns around, AMC doubles him over with a boot to the midsection. She sets him up for the Name Dropper (Pedigree) when he counters with a standing double leg takedown. After hooking his arms around AMC’s legs, Bisley leans back and catapults her into the corner. As AMC slowly turns around in the corner, Bisley gets back to his feet and charges in. The crowd cheers when AMC counters with a boot to the face, turning him around. She then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes before driving him down with a diving bulldog! Chase makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bisley gets his shoulder up.

Chase picks up Bisley and sets up for an irish whip when Bisley reverses, sending her crashing hard into the corner. AMC staggers away from the corner until Bisley throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. While AMC is sprawled out on the mat, Bisley heads out to the apron. The boos continue as he scales to the top turnbuckle. Bisley leaps off for the Sapienza. The crowd cheers when AMC counters by getting her knees up.

Kris Cruise: The high risk doesn’t pay off for Bisley again! AMC raised her knees up just in time!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but look at AMC! She looks to be hurt just as bad, if not worse, than Bisley!

With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count.

ONE!





TWO!





THREE!





FOUR!





FIVE!





SIX!

The crowd applauds as both grapplers slowly make their way back to their feet. They’re about to engage when Sloan Talbot rolls into the ring, leaps to his feet and knocks them both down with a clothesline!

Kris Cruise: What the hell?

The crowd gasps Talbot drops both champion and challenger. The ref quickly decides he’s see enough and calls for the bell.

Stephy Auger: What’s going on here?

Kris Cruise: Your guess is as good as mine. Sloan Talbot has no business inserting himself into this match!

Talbot is met with boos as he puts the boots to Chase. He then heads over and starts stomping away on Bisley. Talbot reaches down, takes Bisley and whips him hard into the corner. Bisley staggers out of the corner until Talbot scoops him up, hits a backbreaker and hurls him across the ring with a fallaway slam! The bell repeatedly sounds as Talbot goes back over and attacks the champion. He mounts himself on top of AMC before pummeling her with right hands to the face. AMC is then yanked off the mat before being hoisted high in the air. Talbot keeps Chase held in place before driving her down with authority with Diggin’ Graves (Gorilla Press Spinebuster)!

“BOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Talbot gets met with a downpour of boos as he stands tall over champion and challenger. He backs away as he surveys his damage before stepping over the top rope and exiting the ring.

NO CONTEST

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Switching things backstage, Spencer Burke stands by in front of one of the FGA banners hanging in the hallway.

Spencer Burke: We had a lot to soak in following Only The Strong Survive, including some new champions now roaming the locker room here in FGA. One of those newly crowned competitors is my guest at this time, the now 2 time Pride Champion, Tyler Storm!

Storm saunters in from Spencer's left, a bright smile on his face to match the twinkle of the Pride Championship hoisted over his shoulder. He glances over to the title and then back to the interviewer.

Tyler Storm: Spence, I can't tell you in enough words how happy it makes me to hear that kind of intro. You really do knock those out of the park.

Spencer Burke: I do the best I can with them when I can, but let's not focus too much on that. Tyler, again I just want to say a huge congratulations to you for the hard-fought victory at OTSS. I really want to know, does it feel a lot better the second time around carrying that title?

Tyler Storm: I don't know if I can say it feels a lot better, but it definitely is a huge confidence booster given how the first reign ended. I've made it no secret how down in the dumps I was emotionally after losing this amazing prize several months ago, especially since it felt like it was a starting domino that crashed into several other heartbreaking moments for me both professionally and personally. But while I could have sulked for eternity, I dusted myself off, I put myself right at the front of the line, I proved I belonged at that spot in the line, and I earned back one of the most prestigious championships in this company.

Tyler gives off a heavy sigh of relief saying that and raises his hand up to pat the center plate a couple times.

Tyler Storm: I earned this the right way, I put my all into it, and I got the same back from the incredible woman that stood across the ring from me. I'd be crazy not to make sure Lowri Moss knows how this moment isn't as big for me without her involved in it. I got to face off against her in two of, in my opinion, the best Pride Championship matches I've ever gotten to witness or participate in. In both, I got her at her absolute best, with no excuses tied to either of us. I was really happy when I got that official word of me being the first obstacle Lowri had at Only The Strong Survive, because the last thing I wanted was to hear someone back here say Lowri was weakened up by the tag title match or the Gold Rush Rumble. I got round 1, and we turned that round into an instant classic together.

He then looks directly forward, and bows forward a bit.

Tyler Storm: My ultimate sign of respect goes to Lowri for the way she held this title, for allowing me the chance to face her once again, for us to get each other at our bests and not hold anything back. And of course, my ultimate sign of respect for her not getting down in the dumps, and spending the rest of the big show putting her body on the line and not only retaining the World Tag Titles with Neal...not only getting right back to being a double champion with Pendragon becoming the new United States Tag Champs...but she even went on and won the damn Gold Rush Rumble in probably the best performance of all time! So Lowri, if you get the chance to hear what I have to say tonight, just know I ultimately say thank you and congratulations. I know I cannot wait for the day our paths cross again here in FGA, and I hope we don't have to wait long for that to happen.

Spencer Burke: A very heartfelt message from Champion to Champion. Now, obviously the path now must move forward, so where forward does Tyler Storm and the Pride Championship tend to go next?

Tyler Storm: And there's the question I've even been asking myself for the last couple of weeks!

Tyler smiles and laughs off his own comment, even giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

Tyler Storm: To be completely honest, the paths are kind of endless when you are holding something like the Pride Championship. Not only for the company it puts you in with the rest of the FGA championship room, but also for the multiple paths now aiming right at you. The target is back on me and after losing the Pride Championship the first time around, I know what I have to do, the work I have to put in, to keep this title amongst some of the best talent in this business. I don't plan on being a former Pride Champion again for a good long while. So whoever wants to step up, test out the new reign, just know I'm gonna be ready and willing to bring much more than my usual 110%.

Spencer Burke goes to respond, only to be caught off guard by a large plume of smoke suddenly being blown right into his face from off-camera. Storm looks confused and Burke gives a put upon sigh as the camera pans out… and reveals the previous winner of The Gold Rush Rumble, King Cure, standing off to the side with a cigar clamped firmly between his lips as he gives an arrogant smirk.

And, surprisingly, he wasn’t alone.

Leaning right up against the self-proclaimed “King” and decked similarly in the gold and black is one of FGA’s newest signings, Jenny Cien. Cure ashes his cigar, looking mildly impressed at the new champion.

Marlon Cure: Oh, don’t mind us playboy. Go on, enjoy your moment because you did earn that. You went through it to get this far. The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain, struggles to fight, scratch, and claw your way up out of the hole you got yourself into in order to get back to where you were. And now here you stand, head held higher, standing a little taller and looking like a new man now that you have that title back around your waist.

Cure saunters forward, peering at The Pride Championship hanging off of Storm’s shoulder for a brief moment before his eyes flicker back up towards the man himself.

Marlon Cure:It’s a shame though… that like reign one, your reign as the two-time Pride Champion is about to be short like Leprechauns, Storm. Why? Because I want that.

Cure points right at the faceplate of The Pride Championship.

Marlon Cure: I want that, and I want everything that comes with it. Because while I ain’t been around for a minute, I’ve been watching. I’ve been listening. I’ve seen how the roster tried stepping up in my absence to fill the void and do the most to finally show a little bit of fire now that a spot was there for the taking. Some tried talking that wild and arrogant ish that I talk, some tried applying it in the ring and thought that if they could hit a little harder and fly a little higher, that they could see me.

Cure wags a finger in amusement and Jenny is seen chuckling behind him.

Marlon Cure: Nahhhh, it don’t work like that. Some managed to rise to the occasion and got their own, but my spot is forever reserved. I can never be imitated or replicated in that ring or on the mic as Pro Wrestling’s GOD Junior Heavyweight. And I wanna take my time in reminding everybody that inked their name to an FGA contract that I gave them 8 months and some change to catch up and even when I fell back? Still, there ain’t no one ahead of me. Starting with you.

There’s a tense stare down for a brief moment between the two men following that statement as Burke takes a step back to get out of the middle of this impending showdown.

Marlon Cure: See, I’m not one for crying, begging, or plea copping to get mines, so what I’m offering is this. Next week, you come down to the ring to see me. One on One. If you manage to eek out a win? I nod my head and move on. Maybe I go see Sadie ‘bout the US Title, maybe I run up on Ashley Marie for her 15s. But I’ll be up out of your hair for the time being. But if I win? Then you run me my title shot. Simple and plain.

The champ keeps his eyes locked with Cure’s for a few more moments, allowing the challenge to be laid out, but he can’t help but nod his head and let his lips curl into a smile.

Tyler Storm: That “crying, begging, or plea copping” part you had...I’ll take that shot man, I ain’t one to not admit to me pleading for one more shot at Lowri. However, I also made sure I showed myself in that ring to earn it, not just simply ask. And you know what man, I already know you have earned your keep in this one. Your resume stacks up amongst many an all-time great here in FGA. So I know I don’t have to worry about you getting yourself into something you aren’t ready for.

Tyler looks over to his championship one more time, then back to Marlon.

Tyler Storm: I’ll take your wager man. I don’t care if it’s foolish to go with the “any and all challenger” approach, I’m ready to make sure I give my all to this title so long as it hangs around with me. You want me one on one next week...I’m for it, in fact I couldn’t think of anything better. If you pull something off, you can come and see me at All-Star Showdown IX and I’ll give you your shot at the Pride. You’ve got two bullets in your gun, I know I can take the first bullet if you manage to get it off. Just don’t miss man.

Now it was Marlon's turn to crack a smirk.

Marlon Cure: I always get mine off, Ty. Even if I miss, I won't miss.

With that, the camera cuts back to ringside as we get ready for the next contest of the night.

[FGA Office]

As the night wears on, Vertigo’s intrepid backstage reporter is ever vigilant to provide the latest updates on tonight’s festivities.

Amanda Johnson: It is my pleasure to introduce at this time, a wrestler who made her shocking return at Only The Strong Survive…. Salem! How do you feel going into your first match in more than a year in this headline bout tonight on Vertigo?

Salem flipped her hair back and adjusted her leather jacket and mirrored shades.

Salem: Correction, it’s the main event…

Amanda Johnson: I’m sorry but Sadie…

Salem holds up her hand a half inch from Amanda’s face, cutting her off.

Salem: No, I was right the first time. See, I don’t care what Sadie the San Francisco Treat has to offer in the form of her mysterious open challenge. Unless we’ve got Chandler Scott coming back to run through her in five seconds, I don’t see what’s going to top Evan Envi versus Salem. On the one hand you’ve got a former World Champion… stress that keyword, FORMER. And on the other side? Ha, only the one true legitimate Phenomenon in pro wrestling.. Arguably the greatest talent to never hold a top championship here in FGA, or even get a proper shot at one for that matter. And bravo to the FGA brass to give me worthwhile competition here tonight, ya know? I’d hate to have been booked against some random Sally Sue No Charisma before the first major commercial break; I would’ve just laid down and eaten a three count rather than waste my time.

Amanda seems a bit befuddled at Salem’s attitude here.

Amanda Johnson: Well this is certainly a change, you always seemed like a go-getter and willing to take on all comers in the past. So you’re saying the competition in FGA…

Again, she cuts her off with a laugh.

Salem: What I’m saying is only I can determine what my true competition is in this business. You’ll never truly appreciate the immensity of Mt. Everest if you keep staring at ant hills with a magnifying glass… which is kinda fun on a sunny day, but I digress. Who knows, if I have enough gas left in the tank after my match with Evan I might come down and whip Sadie’s ass too. Penny for the swear jar. You. Just. Never. Know.

Salem shrugs and pinches Amanda’s cheek.

Amanda Johnson: Oh! Um, well. Okay. Well, there was that level of uncertainty in the air with your appearance at the PPV. Why did you feel the need to interfere in Cordy and Savannah’s match?

Salem rubs her chin, bemused.

Salem: You got a funny definition of interference, sweetheart. I call it equilibrium, making everything right… everything on an even keel, right? Keeping everything right where I want it, maybe? Right. I just got tired of seeing the same old thing, day after day. Savannah ascends to the top, beating Jimmy Page. Funny that, you know he never EVER beat me? I sat back and watched as all of Savannah’s preening and posturing brought back a true legend in this business. A legend that was mothballed, retired for all intents and purposes. Cordy Stevenson, who couldn’t bear to see Savvy Tay Tay out here with the gold. So she got up off her lavish couch, and her fine self came and she snatched it up, because she’s that damn good. She was tired of waiting around for somebody else to do it. So yeah, at the PPV Little Miss Jameson looks like she’s gonna come in and turn the tables and let Savvy become a TWO-TIME champion?!? Oh hell no. Call me petty, but whatever. I’m tired of seeing folks do something twice I’ve never done once, honestly. This isn’t the reignition of some legendary feud with Savannah. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. The history books show that Salem wins and Savannah loses when we get right down to it. Is that a feud or just inevitability? If you’re smart, you’ll stand down and stay out of my way. You’re not a fortress wall blockade or even a stumbling block to me. I will kick you to the curb. Stick to the runway or just run away, I don’t care. You’ve been warned. Shots fired? Pew pew!

Salem makes comical finger guns at the camera.

Amanda Johnson: That’s, um… certainly strong words for Savannah. And as for tonight’s opponent?

Salem holds up an index finger and then a middle finger, one by one.

Salem: Two! Two, ah ah ah! A two-time World Champion, Evan Envi is. What did I say earlier? Oh right, I’m tired of it. All these, ha… repeat offenders. It’s time for that new new. Nothing personal. I’m solidifying my spot, and like Sheldon on Big Bang… nobody resides there but me.

Salem looks down at an imaginary watch on her wrist.

Salem: Oh look… ‘Tis the Season. Time to make the donuts.

She hisses like a cat into the camera and exits stage left as Amanda looks on a bit perplexed.

[FGA Office]

Evan Envi vs. Salem

"I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!"

The thumping drum and bass and guitar riff of 'Let Me Entertain You' by Queen fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple cloak with silver trim, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat...

She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience.

She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes...

She slides through the ropes, twirls off her cloak with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the cloak and cane to the corner, ready for the match.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Laval, Quebec, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem!!!

Kris Cruise: Salem made her FGA return backstage at Only the Strong Survive. We all assumed that she would be in the Gold Rush Rumble later on that night. But she made it clear she wasn’t entering. The former US Champion’s intentions became clear later than night when she stopped Savannah Taylor from become International Champion again.

Stephy Auger: Salem wants to say that she’s tired of seeing someone do something twice that she’s never done once? Well to me, that just screams jealousy. She’s just jealous of Savannah Taylor and who wouldn’t? The Las Vegas Siren is a box office attraction. She’s a hell of a wrestler. Savannah can bring the goods in the ring and on the runway. What does Salem have? A broom and a hat? A couple of cute references here and there?. Even Salem herself knows deep down that she can’t compare to Savannah. Once upon a time, Salem defeated Savannah for the US Championship. But it must have eaten the Witch alive to see the Las Vegas Siren surpass her and become a top champion in FGA. If it’s beef she wants, it’s beef she’ll get! But be careful what you wish for, Salem!

The familiar, frantic instrumental slams into the PA system, drawing a pop from the crowd in attendance. Multi-colored strobes dance throughout the venue as the Beatles’ “Helter Skelter” blares throughout. Upon the first hint of vocals, Evan Envi steps through the tunnel and onto the ramp, his signature jacket thrown on, hood pulled up over his head, slightly obscuring the view of his face. He takes a few steps forward, eyes pointed downward… until a smirk crosses his face and he looks up, peeling the hood off of his head.

J.A. Aldridge: Her opponent, hailing from Ocean City, Maryland! Weighing in at 204 pounds! He is the “Chief”, EVAN ENVI!

Raising his signature Double V’s high into the air, Envi makes his way down the ramp. Evan climbs the stairs and finally lowers his arms once he’s climbed the ropes near the turnbuckles as if walking a staircase, standing at the top as he unzips his jacket, shooting a wink toward the audience members nearest to him. Envi tosses his jacket aside and leaps from the top rope down into the ring, running the ropes just once before coming to a stop at the ropes nearest to the hard camera, staring coolly into the lens-- at someone-- before the smallest smile returns to his face and he backs to the center of the ring, music fading.

Kris Cruise: Evan Envi was THIS close to winning the Gold Rush Rumble. But that night belonged to Lowri Moss.

Stephy Auger: Envi can lie and say how happy he is for Lowri. But we all know that he’s hurting.

Kris Cruise: The Chief is disappointed for sure. But I wouldn’t say he’s hurting. After all, he’s got a date lined up with the Apex Goddess!

Stephy Auger: WHATEVER! He better keep his eyes on the prize, and I’m not talking about Fujiko. The only date he should be concerned with is his match with Salem right now!

Envi and Salem circle the ring before starting things off with a lockup. After jockeying for position, the Chief places Salem in a side headlock. After an initial struggle, The Phenomena is able to push him off into the ropes. When Envi returns, the crowd cheers when he knocks Salem down with a running shoulder block. Salem returns to her feet with a kip up before Envi hits another set of the ropes. The Chief comes back and knocks Salem back down with another running shoulder block. A few seconds pass before Salem kips back up to her feet. She looks Envi up and down before he takes off into another set of ropes. When Envi returns, Salem goes to counter with a kitchen sink. But Envi is able to flip over Salem’s knee and reverse into a school boy.

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Salem kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Nice counter there by The Chief, but he only gets a count of two. We have Envi looking to potential get himself back in the World Title mix. Salem has made it abundantly clear that she wants a crack at a top title. Cordy Stevenson has her next challenger set with Lowri Moss. But it looks like Seth Iser has a growing list of possible challengers. Of course, at the top of that list would have to be the record-setting former champion, Fujiko Mine.

Stephy Auger: Oh, does it now? If you ask me, I think Seth should be able to dictate his next challenger. I’m thinking of someone that could really give him a run for his money, like Sarah Santa Monica or Thurston Thousand Oaks.

Kris Cruise: ...

Envi beats Salem back to a vertical base and nearly takes her head off with a Buzzsaw Kick. Salem ducks the kick and takes control of his back. The crowd cheers as Salem has him set up for an X-Plex. But the Chief is able to wrestle his arms free before following up with an elbow to the midsection. While Salem is doubled over, Envi hits the ropes. When he returns, Salem counters with a low dropkick to the knee. Envi remains down on one knee until Salem hits the ropes, comes back and brings him down with a somersault cutter! The cheers continue as she makes the cover.

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Envi kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Salem gets a count of two. The Phenomena has held gold here in FGA before. She’s a former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion and a two-time United States champion. A win over Evan Envi, in her comeback to FGA, would be one hell of a statement.

Salem takes Envi, moves him into the corner and nails him with several hard chest kicks. The crowd gasps as each kick to the chest is accompanied by a nasty popping sound. After the last kick, Envi quickly grabs Salem, tosses her into the corner and fires off a blistering knife edge chop. The Chief then unloads on Salem with rapid, multiple European Uppercuts and knife edge chops interchangeably. The crowd “WOOOO!”s after each strike. Envi then takes Salem and whips her into the far corner. He charges in to attack when Salem knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. Envi shakes off the blow before rushing back in. This time, Salem goes to counter with a boot to the face. But Envi slams on the brakes and catches her foot in time. Salem is slowly dragged out of the corner until she throws out an enzuigiri. Envi ducks! The Chief reaches down, wraps his arms around Salem’s legs and follows up with a wheelbarrow suplex! The cheers continue as she makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Envi ducked the kick and countered with a hell of a suplex. I’m surprised Salem got her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: I am, too. Her head smacked hard on the canvas. I’m surprised she even knows where she is right now.

Envi takes Salem, moves her across the ring against the ropes and delivers another European Uppercut. After firing off a hard chop, Envi takes off into the far ropes. The Chief rebounds off the ropes, charges back across the ring and throws out a lariat. He whiffs when Salem ducks out of the way. As soon as Envi turns around, Salem flings herself at him with a Cactus Clothesline, sending them both over the top rope and to the floor! The Phenomena gets back to her feet first and rolls back inside. She looks to the outside and waits for Envi to get into position. As Envi starts to pick himself up off the floor, Salem takes off into the far ropes. She bounces back, heads back across the ring and flips over the top rope before knocking him down with a somersault plancha!

Kris Cruise: The Witch took it to the air sans-broom and connects with a dive to the outside!

Stephy Auger: Good thing she didn’t hurt herself like the last time she took a dive to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Stephy, please.

Salem rolls back inside. The Phenomena heads over into the corner before scaling the turnbuckles. Once she gets to the top, she crouches down as she waits patiently for Envi to get back into position. As soon as Envi returns to a vertical base, Salem stands up, leaps off the top turnbuckle and goes for a diving overhead chop on the outside. Envi side steps, catches Salem on the way down and runs forward, ramming her back-first against the side of the ring! The cheers continue when Envi hoists her up and throws her down hard with a Uranage across the apron!

Stephy Auger: Let me guess, let me guess! Salem just got slammed down on the hardest part of the ring!

Kris Cruise: You got it! That’ll take the wind right out of her sails!

Envi slides back into the ring before taking off into the far ropes. The Chief comes back across the ring before delivering a baseball slide, knocking Salem off the apron and to the floor. Salem starts to pick herself up off the floor before Envi takes off into the far ropes. Envi runs back across the ring before leaping through the ropes and knocking Salem down with a suicide European Uppercut!

Kris Cruise: The Chief connects with his patented uppercut dive to the floor! Evan Envi has turned this match around, ladies and gentlemen.

Envi pulls Salem back to her feet before rolling her back inside. He then rolls himself back in, drags Salem away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Envi picks up Salem, moves her into the corner and returns the favor with multiple shoots kicks to the chest. He then delivers an irish whip, follows Salem across the ring and connects with a running European Uppercut. After turning Salem around, Envi hoists her up and sits her down on the top turnbuckle. Envi then climbs up onto the middle ropes, grabs Salem and tries for an avalanche belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers when Salem turns in mid air and lands down across Envi’s chest! She remains in place for the lateral press.

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Envi gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Envi nearly got caught after the mid air counter from The Phenomena!

Salem pulls Envi back to his feet. She sets Envi up for an Exploder Suplex when he counters with elbow to the to the back of the head. While Salem is doubled over, Envi quickly takes control and plants her with The Blues (Snap Double Arm DDT)! The cheers continue as he pushes Salem over and makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise:

Stephy Auger: Yearly ago, that would have put any wrestler you could name away. Now, it only gets a two count. I said it before and I’ll say it again, the Chief has gone soft.

Envi takes Salem and pulls her into a standing headscissors. He then leans forward, hooks her arms and hoists her up before planting her with a Package Piledriver! The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How did Salem survive that one!?

Stephy Auger: Magic, of course!

The Chief picks up Salem, takes her by the hair and pulls her over towards the corner. After a kick to the midsection doubles Salem over, Envi lifts her up onto his shoulders, rushes across the ring and throws her down with a Running Liger Bomb! The ref runs across the ring before sliding into place for the count.

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Salem is met with cheers and applause when she gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Evan Envi hit Salem with the Liger Bomb! But the Phenomena had the wherewithal to get her shoulder up in time. Unbelievable!

Envi drags Salem into position before heading into the corner. The Chief scales to the top turnbuckle, flips back for a moonsault and misses! The crowd cheers when Salem rolls out of the way.

Stephy Auger: Oooooooo nobody’s home!

Kris Cruise: Envi caught nothing but the canvas and he’s hurting.

Salem immediately pounces of Envi’s back before delivering multiple grounded knee strikes to the ribs. She then pulls Envi up off the mat before whipping him hard into the corner. Envi staggers out of the corner before Salem flips him down to the mat with an Ipponzeoi. The Phenomena faces away from Envi and follows up with a standing moonsault senton before making the cover.

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Envi gets his shoulder up.

Salem pulls Envi back to his feet and fires off four forearm strikes. She then takes a couple of steps back and motions for a side kick to the leg. Envi falls for the superkick feint before getting caught with a rapid knee lift with the opposite leg. The cheers continue when Envi gets caught with a roundhouse kick. Salem goes to take his head off with a high impact spinning backfist when Envi ducks and counters with a Sambo Suplex! While Salem is sprawled out on the mat, Envi turns and looks towards the far ropes. The Chief’s eyes light up as the crowd cheers.

Kris Cruise: Envi’s got Salem right where he wants her! You know what comes next!

Stephy Auger: Oh boy...

Envi marches across the ring before stepping out to the apron. He readies himself as he grabs the top rope with both hands. The Chief then flips across the ring for Helter Skelter (long range springboard 450 splash)!

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Salem rolls out of the way!

Instead of crashing to the mat, Envi lands on his feet before his momentum sends him rolling forward. Envi rolls back to his feet and turns around. The crowd gasps when Salem leaps into the air for the New Hampshire Handshake (high velocity leaping elbow strike)! She misses! Envi ducks the blow. As soon as Salem lands on her feet and turns around, she gets knocked off her feet with the Kapowski Kick (quick, standing spinning heel kick)! The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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Salem is met with applause when she gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Envi nearly took her head off! But Salem, somehow, got her shoulder up in time! She’s hanging in there!

Stephy Auger: Salem’s taking Envi’s best shot, that’s what she’s doing.

Envi sets up for an irish whip when Salem reverses, sending him into the corner. The Phenomena rushes in for an attack when she gets knocked back with a European Uppercut. Envi turns to face the turnbuckles, springboards to the top, flips back and knocks her down with a diving moonsault! The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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The crowd gas[s when Salem gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Envi is throwing everything at Salem and she continues to get that shoulder up in time.

Stephy Auger: You know what I’m realizing? Envi can’t seal the deal. He can’t win the big matches anymore. But hey, at least he’s got a date with Fujiko, right?

Envi picks up Salem, scoops him up across his shoulder and sets Salem up for a Lawn Dart into the ropes. Salem is able to slip down from behind and push him off into the ropes. The crowd cheers when Salem catches Envi off the rebound with a kitchen sink, sending him flipping down to the mat. The Phenomena then hits the far ropes, returns and flattens him with a Penalty Kick! Salem reaches down, pulls Envi back to his feet and takes control of his back. She sets up for an inverted Exploder Suplex when Envi counters with elbows to the back of the head. He then turns to face Salem before sending her off into the ropes. Envi goes to catch her off the rebound with a pop-up elbow strike. But on the way up, Salem nails him with the New Hampshire Handshake, knocking him down!

Kris Cruise: THE NEW HAMPSHIRE HANDSHAKE! Salem just caught him with it from out of nowhere!

Stephy Auger: That’s it, it’s over.

Salem returns to her feet before staggering over into the corner. When she turns around, she sees Envi stirring on the mat. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Envi struggles to get back to his feet. Once the Chief is back to a vertical base, Salem charges out of the corner, leaps into the air and sends him crumbling to the mat with another New Hampshire Handshake! She makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers as “Let Me Entertain You” blasts over the PA!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout… SALEM!

The cheers continue as Salem gets her arm raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: Salem just pulled off what many would consider an upset! She just got arguably the biggest win to date of her FGA career by beating Evan Envi here tonight. How many of you had that on your Bingo card?

Stephy Auger: I said it before and I’ll say it again. Evan Envi has gone soft. He doesn’t have the killer instinct that he used to. He’s not nearly as cutthroat or aggressive as he used to be. But he’s still a big name and thanks to the New Hampshire Handshake, Salem was able to cross his name off in her in-ring return.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Our camera fades in on the dressing room of “Satconcisco”, the trio of Sadie San Francisco and the Saturnian Connection-- Jillian Clay and Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter. Nando and Jill aren’t dressed to compete, though they are both clearly sporting the multicolored “CAMP SADIE” t-shirts that were bestowed upon them at Only the Strong Survive. Jillian’s eyes remain focused solely on Sadie San Francisco, while Nando sits with his elbows resting on his knees and his chin resting atop his fists, evidently in deep thought as the pacing U.S. Champion speaks to them.

Sadie San Francisco: ...so with only one set of Tag Team Champions now, that makes the competition heavier than ever. If you guys are gonna bring any gold to this group, you need to strategize now. Pendragon might be the best team that’s ever stepped foot in FGA and I don’t even know if you guys are on their radar.

Sadie stops pacing. At a glance, we can see that she’s dressed to compete unlike the last time we saw her-- but one thing that hasn’t changed is the placement of the United States Championship, draped over Sadie’s right shoulder, but held firmly in place. With her left hand, she gestures toward Nando.

Sadie San Francisco: Like-- you’re an alien hunter. Am I out of line for thinking you might’ve strategized your way to another Tag Team Title opportunity by now?

Nando Fresno doesn’t look at Sadie, but lifts his head to speak.

Nando Fresno: I dunno, Sadie. Last time we discussed any sort of “strategy” it was about protecting you from Nina Stokes. There wasn’t really a whole lot of emphasis on our Tag Team Title aspiration--

Sadie San Francisco: Oh, man, don’t. You can multitask. I multitasked. I defended my U.S. Title against Sydney Christensen in a sleeper classic, thank you, and I was still ready to go into the Gold Rush Rumble and--

Nando Fresno: Were you though?

Sadie San Francisco: Ohh my God. Why are you constantly--

Jillian Clay: Hi, Amanda!

Sadie’s face falls, just for a moment as Jillian’s greeting indicates an unexpected visitor. Sadie inhales deeply, holding up one finger to Nando-- before pivoting and looking toward the approaching Amanda Johnson with a smile.

Sadie San Francisco: Heyy, Amanda.

Amanda Johnson: Hi, Sadie. Nando, Jill. Didn’t mean to interrupt.

Sadie San Francisco: You’re not. Just walking in on some pre-match hype.

Amanda Johnson: Well. That’s actually why I’m here. I was hoping I wasn’t too late to get a word or two before tonight’s U.S. Title Open Challenge.

Jillian Clay: A record-breaking U.S. Title Open Challenge.

Sadie looks toward Clay with a broad smile, which the alleged Saturnian returns in kind.

Sadie San Francisco: Aww, man, she’s so right though. Amanda, this is the night that the U.S. Championship is elevated to the legendary status it deserves to be at. They’re gonna have to start showing highlights of U.S. Title matches in black-and-white to get over how important this is.

Sadie shrugs, smiling at the interviewer.

Sadie San Francisco: I mean, it’s all but a formality at this point. Tonight’s match has to happen before this title is recognized as the top championship in the company.

Amanda Johnson: Alright. Does it bother you at all that you don’t know who’s answering your challenge in the main event? I appreciate your confidence, but you have absolutely no chance to prepare.

Sadie gives Amanda a look that suggests the champion thinks lowly of the question.

Sadie San Francisco: I’ve defended this title three times with no preparation. The only Grappler I focused on was myself. I came out on top every single time. I mean no disrespect to today’s talent pool-- but does it matter who comes through the curtains, Amanda? Since I won this title, has it ever mattered?

Amanda sighs before opening her mouth to respond, but Nando speaks up before she can.

Nando Fresno: Of course it matters.

Sadie’s eyes flutter for a moment before she turns toward Nando with a blank expression. Nando looks toward the champion for the first time during the interview.

Nando Fresno: Anybody that isn’t booked on tonight’s show is eligible to compete for that title. Anybody. You can’t tell us that doesn’t matter.

The alien hunter’s words earn a pop from the live audience. Sadie stares at him in silence for a moment before a sweet half-smile returns to her face.

Sadie San Francisco: Anybody. Anyone in the world could walk through those curtains. Outcome remains the same.

Nando nods, but it’s not necessarily a nod of understanding.

Amanda Johnson: So there’s zero doubt in your mind that you’re going to be the first person to successfully defend the U.S. Title a fourth time tonight. Do you plan on relying on the Saturnian Connection for assistance in any way?

Sadie looks almost taken aback by the comment, narrowing her eyes slightly at Amanda.

Sadie San Francisco: Why would I rely on the Saturnian Connection tonight?

Amanda Johnson: You were very vocal about wanting Nando and Jillian to assist you during the Gold Rush Rumble at Only the Str--

Sadie San Francisco: I was coming off of a title defense. I was beaten up, Amanda, and I knew that there was a certain somebody in the Rumble that wanted to take advantage of me-- somebody that wanted to cost me a shot at a World Title. That’s why I told my friends that we should work together. It was a survival tactic.

Sadie turns to look at Nando and Jill.

Sadie San Francisco: And… there was a communication breakdown. So we weren’t as effective as we should’ve been. Nina Stokes did get her hands on me. She did directly cost me my chance to win the Rumble.

Her eyes seem to rest solely on Nando for a few moments. Nando looks back at Sadie, unmoving.

Sadie San Francisco: But we talked about it, we made up, and we’re all fine now. Nothing like that’s ever happening again.

Sadie’s eyes travel back to Amanda as she adjusts the belt on her shoulder.

Sadie San Francisco: Tonight I don’t need SatCon in my corner. My shoulder’s feeling great and my mind’s focused on making history.

A huff.

Sadie San Francisco: Who could stop me?

She pats the face of the U.S. Championship, casting one final look at all of the occupants of the room before she makes her way toward the door. Nando and Jill exchange a glance-- Jill still beaming, though Nando is expressionless-- as we fade to black.

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: Just who could stop Sadie San Francisco? Well, someone will certainly try. Tonight’s main event is moments away! So let’s send it on over to the ring so J.A. Aldridge can get the ring introductions underway. J.A., take it away!

MAIN EVENT
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Sadie San Francisco vs. ?

The lights in the arena fade to a rose-gold color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system and a roar surges throughout audience. Sadie San Francisco steps out to the top of the ramp, offering a quick wink to the camera nearest before continuing past. Sadie pauses at the bottom of the ramp, performing a full turn as she gazes at the masses surrounding her.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, hailing from The West Side! She is the reigning… defending… FGA United States Champion! She is “The Pope” SADIE SAN FRANCISCO!

Nodding a bit to herself, Sadie strides around to the side of the ring facing the hard camera. She climbs onto the apron, narrowing her eyes at the camera is it pans closer to her, capturing only a cold gaze from Sadie as she spends a few seconds staring into the lens-- before slinking through the ropes, sliding seamlessly back into the ring. Sadie makes her way toward the turnbuckles, slowly ascending to the second rope, shooting a broad smile out toward the raucous audience before raising a single “V” above her head with her left hand. Sadie casually drops down from the turnbuckles and turns, leaning against the turnbuckles as she awaits competition.

Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco has successfully defended her United States Championship against Jaelynn Ramsey, TJ Techniques and most recently, Sydney Christensen. No previous U.S. Champion has successfully defended that championship four times. Will The Pope make history here tonight? Let’s find out who has answered her open challenge...

J.A. Aldridge: Now let us find out who has accepted the open challenge…

The lights in the arena dim to a fairly darkened level.

Stephy Auger: Who is it? Who is it!? This suspense is killing me, Cruise!

A couple of seconds pass before MUCC’s “Sei to Shi to Kimi” begins to play.

Kris Cruise: UH OOOOOHHHHHH!

Stephy Auger: Nooooo! It can’t be, right?

The base of the entrance becomes fills up with heavy smoke. Nina Stokes makes her way out from the back a few seconds later.

Kris Cruise: IT IS! It’s Nina Stokes! The former United States Champion has answered the challenge!

She emerges from the smoke after a moment or two. She gives a sly sneer to camera before she makes her way towards to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: Her opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida! She is “The Kodiak” NINA STOKES!

Her pace down to the ring deliberate and leisurely. She tosses a couple of glances towards the crowd, but for the most part, she keeps her eyes fixated on the square circle. Nina flexes her arms a bit as she reaches the end entryway. She cracks her neck and completely circles the ring one time. Afterwards, Nina cracks her knuckles and slides into the ring.

Sadie snatches the mic from Aldridge to speak when Stokes marches over and punches her right in the throat!

Kris Cruise: Good Lord!

Stephy Auger: Nina had no use for anything that was about to come out of Sadie’s mouth!

The bell sounds as Stokes grabs San Francisco, runs into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. The Kodiak then takes the champion, runs over into the nearest corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. The boos continue as Stokes takes Sadie, runs across the ring and slams her face-first int the top turnbuckle. The champion is then grabbed by the hair before being flung across the ring. Stokes marches over, yanks Sadie back to her feet by the hair, runs and flings her across the ring again. The referee is motioning for Stokes to calm down. But the challenger pays him no mind. She reaches down, yanks Sadie back to her feet by the hair and flings her across the ring again. San Francisco bounces off her back before rolling over to all fours. San Francisco tries to recover when Stokes charges across the ring and nails her with a hard punt kick to the ribs! The champion lets out a loud grunt as the kicks sends her rolling towards the ropes. Stokes heads over, yanks Sadie back to her feet and launches her into the corner. While the champion tries to recover, the referee gets in front of the challenger. The official tries to reason with Stokes. Stokes responds by nudging him out of her way. The Kodiak marches over into the corner when Sadie quickly touches her throat. The crowd gasps when she turns towards Stokes and spits out the red mist!

Stephy Auger: Nina, look out!

Stokes ducks out of the way in time. An irate Stokes answers back with an uppercut that snaps Sadie’s head back.

*THWACK!*

The uppercut immediately drops Sadie to a seated position in the corner. The champion looks out of it. But Stokes doesn’t care. The Kodiak follows up with mudhole stomps to the chest. She then applies a foot choke. The ref has no choice but to give her a five count.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Stokes lets go of the choke and starts to target Sadie’s face with repeated stomps. Some of the crowd members in the front row turn away at each stomp snaps Sadie’s head back. The Kodiak continues to target San Francisco with strikes until the champion turns and crawls out to the apron. Stokes stays on her. She steps halfway through the ropes before raining down stomp after stomp across the back of the head. The Kodiak adds insults to injury by repeatedly scraping the heel of her boot across the back of Sadie’s head.

Kris Cruise: Nina Stokes has mauled Sadie San Francisco from the opening bell!

Stephy Auger: This has been months in the making, Cruise. Sadie San Francisco did everything she could to avoid this match. But she could only run for so long!

Stokes turns and takes off into the far ropes. The Kodiak picks up speed as she rebounds off the ropes. She continue to run across the ring before delivering a baseball slide, knocking Sadie off the apron and to the floor. Stokes quickly slips out to the floor.

The Kodiak picks up Sadie and slams her hard face-first onto the apron. She then takes Sadie by the hair, turns and slams her face-first across the top of the guardrail. Sadie is then scooped up before being dropped throat-first across the guardrail with a snake eyes! She then sets up Sadie underneath the guardrail before taking control of her legs.

Kris Cruise: Come on, Nina! I know you want revenge, but...

Stokes hooks her arms around Sadie’s legs. She then looks the ref right in the eyes before leaning back and catapulting Sadie throat-first against the bottom of the guardrail!

Kris Cruise: Good Lord!

Stokes yanks up the champion, runs and chucks her head-first into the steel steps, knocking off the top half of the steps.

Stephy Auger: Did you hear the impact? I bet you Sadie is seeing stars right about now!

The Kodiak pulls Sadie back to her feet and applies an inverted front facelock from behind before slamming her down across the bottom half of the steps with a Final Cut.

Kris Cruise: The human body wasn’t meant to be slammed down across steel steps!

While Sadie is sprawled out over the bottom half of the steps, Stokes drags the steps (along with her) away from the ring post. Stokes then rolls back inside before scaling the turnbuckles.

Kris Cruise: What is Nina looking for here?

The crowd stands up as Stokes climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Stokes slowly stands up from the crouched position as she stares daggers down at Sadie. The crowd gasps as The Kodiak leaps off and crushes Sadie with a diving double foot stomp to the midsection!!!

Kris Cruise: GOOD GOD!

Stephy Auger: The ref needs to stop this! Sadie hasn’t fought back at all in this match. This match has been one-sided since the start! Sadie San Francisco probably has multiple ribs broken. There’s no point in this continuing.

Sadie immediately curls up as she cries out in pain. But Stokes has no sympathy for the “thief.” She yanks San Francisco up by her hair and proceeds to drag her around ringside. Stokes keeps up the humiliating act before rolling the champion back inside. The challenger slides back into the ring before pulling Sadie back to her feet. Sadie is then whipped hard into the far corner. After she crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles, Sadie stumbles back before dropping down to a seated position. The Kodiak narrows her eyes when she sees Sadie in perfect position.

Stephy Auger: Nina’s about to finish this off right here!

The boos continue as Stokes takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, the crowd gasps when she throws out Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III (Boma Ye Knee Strike)!

NO!

Stokes whiffs on the strike when Sadie rolls out of the way at the last second.

Kris Cruise: Sadie got lucky.

The Kodiak turns around and gets caught with a forearm strike. The champion fires back with another forearm strike before Stokes answers back with a forearm of her own. Sadie then delivers another forearm strike before Stokes quickly answers back with another forearm of her own. Sadie motions for another forearm when Stokes cuts her off with a forearm strike. The Kodiak beats her to the punch with another forearm strike. Sadie is then knocked back into the corner with a palm strike flurry before before Stokes doubles her over with a rolling solebutt. Sadie lets out a guttural wail as the kick to the ribs drops her down to all fours.

Kris Cruise: Look at how much that kick to the midsection affected her. You might be right, Stephy. The ref might have to call this. I know it’s a championship match. I understand that history is on the line. But he can’t let Sadie kee-

Stephy Auger: Look! Sadie’s bleeding from the mouth now!

Kris Cruise: The Pope has to have some internal injuries after getting hit with the diving double foot stomp while she was on the steel steps.

Stokes reaches down and slowly pulls the champion back to her feet. Sadie gets her arms trapped before being blasted with a headbutt! Stokes lets go of Sadie’s arms before whipping her into the far corner. The Kodiak charges across the ring before throwing out rouble double knees in the corner. She misses! The crowd gasps when Sadie slips out of the way, causing Stokes to crash into the corner.

Kris Cruise: Nobody was home on that one!

Stephy Auger: This is Sadie’s opening. She finally has a chance to get back into this match and make something happen.

Sadie heads back over, picks up Stokes and returns the favor by slamming Stokes face-first into the top turnbuckle five times. She then turns her challenger around before purposely delivering a knife edge chop right across the throat. Stoke immediately doubles over.

Kris Cruise: Sadie didn’t miss the mark. She intentionally targeted Nina’s throat.

Sadie cups Stokes’ chin with her hand and slowly lifts her back up before blasting her with another knife edge chop across the throat. While Stokes is doubled over, Sadie adds insults to injury by slapping Stokes across the back of the head. The crowd murmurs as Stokes slowly stands back up.

Kris Cruise: This is not good. This is NOT good, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Sadie should know by now not to antagonize Nina. What in the world is she thinking?

Stokes narrows her eyes as she sets her gaze on her rival. The Kodiak’s fists clinch as her nostrils flare. She’s ready to explode on Sadie at any second. Sadie nails Stokes with a forearm strike to the face. It has no effect on The Kodiak! Sadie bashes Stokes with another forearm strike. But Stokes simply eats the strike. Sadie’s eyes widen before Stokes snatches her by the throat with both hands.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh!

Sadie gets tossed into the corner before Stokes sends her slumping down with boxing forearm strikes! The Kodiak runs across the ring, bounces out of the corner, charges back over and bashes Sadie with running double knees in the corner! Stokes runs back across the ring, bounces out of the corner, comes back and nails Sadie with running double knees in the corner. The challenger isn’t done! She runs across the ring, bounces out of the corner and comes back before hitting Sadie with running double knees! Stokes reaches out, lifts Sadie up across her shoulders and lays her down across the top ropes. The Kodiak then marches across the ring. She leans back before charging back into the corner and nailing San Francisco with a bicycle knee strike to the midsection! Stokes then lifts Sadie back up across her shoulders before carefully climbing up to the middle ropes. She looks down and sees the ref motioning for her to put the champion down. Stokes obliges by bringing Sadie down with an avalanche fireman’s carry gutbuster!

Kris Cruise: The champion is in a world of hurt after that one.

Sadie lays writhing in pain as Stokes exits out to the apron. The crowd once again gets to their feet as The Kodiak scales the turnbuckles. When Stokes reaches the top, she leaps off to squash Sadie with a top rope splash!

NO!

Stokes crashes down hard across Sadie’s knees!

Kris Cruise: Sadie got her knees up!

Stokes bounces off Sadie’s knees before rolling across the ring.

Stephy Auger: Sadie’s got another chance to get back into this match and make something happen.

Sadie slowly picks herself back up. She then turns around and narrows her eyes when she sets her sights on the challenger. Once Stokes gets back to her feet and turns around, San Francisco rushes across the ring and sends her flipping down to the mat with a kitchen sink. Stokes turns over to all fours before Sadie sends her rolling across the ring with a punt kick to the ribs. Sadie slips to the outside, drags Stokes’ upper body out to the apron and delivers multiple elbows across the throat. The Pope then rolls herself back into the ring before catapulting Stokes throat-first into the bottom rope!

Kris Cruise: These two just don’t want to beat each other. They want to hurt each other!

Stephy Auger: This rivalry runs deep. Sadie thought she would never have to cross paths with Nina Stokes again. She even tried to get the Saturnian Connection to protect her. But that blew up in her face at Only the Strong Survive.

Kris Cruise: To Sadie’s credit, she’s out here alone and she’s hanging in there.

Stephy Auger: Barely!

The Pope steps out to the apron. She crouches down in front of Stokes and waits impatiently. Sadie slowly rises back to her feet in unison with Stokes. Sadie then nods at Stokes before chucking her off the apron with an Exploder Suplex!

Kris Cruise: The Pope’s pulling out all the stops!

Stephy Auger: She doesn’t want to lose the United States Championship, ESPECIALLY to Nina Stokes!

Sadie picks up Stokes, lifts her up and throws her down across the top of the guardrail with a Reverse Suplex! She then takes Stokes by the arm and delivers an arm wrench before following up with an inverted foot stomp! Stokes falls into the crowd before Sadie rolls back inside. Sadie is met with a smattering of boos as she motions for the ref to count her out.

Kris Cruise: What is this?

Stephy Auger: Sadie wants the ref to count Nina out! The Pope’s going to any means to keep the championship!

The Pope heads into the corner and rests with her forearms across the top turnbuckle. She looks out at the crowd. There are some small cheers for the champion. But she’s mostly being met with boos after what many of them feel is a coward move on her part.

Back across the ring, the ref continues his count.

THREE!





FOUR!







FIVE!




The camera cuts to Stokes, who is still sprawled out on the floor.








SIX!





Stokes starts to stir on the floor.








SEVEN!




The Kodiak slowly reaches up and grabs the top of the guardrail!








EIGHT!




Stokes pulls herself up using the guardrail before flipping over it and hitting the ringside area.








NINE!











TE-NO!









The crowd gasps. Sadie immediately does a double take. The Pope slowly turns around and sees Stokes on her back in the ring.

Kris Cruise: Nina made it! She beat the ten count!

Stephy Auger: That has to be driving Sadie up a wall!

Sadie narrows her eyes at Stokes. The Pope marches over before stomping away on Nina. San Francisco reaches down, picks up Stokes and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then hoists Nina up before sitting her down on the top turnbuckle While Stokes faces away from the ring, Sadie climbs up to the middle ropes. The Pope looks out at the crowd and shakes her head before stepping up onto the top ropes.

Kris Cruise: Wait a minute. Sadie, reconsider this.

The crowd buzzes with anticipation as San Francisco reaches down and grabs Stokes. After Stokes is pulled up onto the top turnbuckle, the crowd gasps, then erupts into cheers as Sadie throws her down with an avalanche German Suplex!!!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Kris Cruise: Unreal! Simply unreal!

Stephy Auger: Sadie San Francisco is doing everything she can to put Stokes down!

Stokes remains face down on the mat while San Francisco is laid out on her back. With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count.

ONE!







TWO!







THREE!







FOUR!







FIVE!








SIX!









SEVEN!

Sadie slowly turns over to all fours. The champion then slowly crawls across the ring. Once she reaches Stokes, The Pope nudges her over before making the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

NO!

The crowd gasps when Stokes gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How was that not a three count!?

Stephy Auger: Your guess is as good as mine!

San Francisco mounts on top of Stokes before raining down a flurry fo forearm strikes! She then grabs Stokes by the hair with both hands before repeatedly ramming the back of her head against the canvas! Nina is then pulled back to her feet before being brought back down with a Downward Spiral! Sadie quickly slips over into a front facelock before delivering multiple sharp elbows to the back of the neck! The Pope then takes Stokes and slowly pulls her back to her feet before throwing her down with a Release Suplex! Sadie follows up by turning Nina over into a Regal Stretch!

Stephy Auger: Our Lady of Sorrows!

The ref gets down and asks Stokes if she wants to give up. Stokes refuses. Sadie continues to pull back, stretching Stokes’ back, neck and knees!

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s fighting for the submission! She would love for nothing more than to get Nina to tap out or say “I Quit!”

The official continues to ask Stokes if she wants to give up. But Stokes refuses. She won’t give Sadie the satisfaction of making her quit. The Kodiak then reaches forward with her free arm before slowly dragging herself forward. Stokes reaches forward before slowly dragging herself further across the mat. Sadie shakes her head in disbelief as Stokes slowly drags herself across the mat again. The Kodiak continues to scratch and claw her way towards the ropes. Sadie is hanging on for dear life. But she is unable to slow down Nina or get her to submit. Stokes grunts as she drags herself closer and closer to the side of the ring. She then reaches out… and grabs the bottom rope, forcing a rope break.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s not releasing the hold!

Stephy Auger: Is she trying to get DQ’d?

The ref scolds Sadie and tells her to break the hold. But Sadie refuses! The official demands Sadie to break the hold. But she still won’t break it. The ref is then forced to get down and physically pull Sadie off of Nina.

Sadie gets back to her feet and gets admonished by the official. She responds by nudging the ref out of her way. She heads back over, reaches down and slowly pulls Nina back to her feet. Stokes is then pulled by her hair towards the center of the ring before being caught with a forearm strike to the face. Sadie hits her with another forearm strike. Another forearm strike finds its mark. The Pope then delivers two forearm strikes. Nina gets caught with another pair of forearm strikes. After Sadie blasts her with a spinning back elbow, The Pope throws out a spinning backfist. She misses! Nina ducks the blow and quickly counters with a wrist-clutch Exploder Suplex!

Kris Cruise: OOOOHHHHH, what a suplex from The Kodiak!

Stokes pulls up Sadie before throwing her down with a Half Nelson Suplex! Sadie is thrown back down with another Half Nelson Suplex! Nina takes control of Stokes’ back before bringing her down with the Bloody Rose (Bridging Dragon Suplex)!

ONE!
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TWO!
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.
THREE!

NO!

The crowd gasps when Sadie kicks out.

Nina pulls Sadie back up and applies another inverted font facelock before bringing her down with the Requiem Aeternam (Inverted Implant DDT)! The Kodiak takes control of Sadie’s wrists and holds her arms up before raining down rapid curb stomps to the face! Sadie is then yanks back to her feet before Stokes blasts her with a trapping headbutt! Stokes then lets go of the arms before knocking San Francisco off her feet with the Divine Night (Rolling Elbow)! She drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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.
THRE-NO!

San Francisco gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How much more can Sadie take?

Stokes snatches San Francisco up by her hair before running into the corner. The crowd gasps when Stokes chucks Sadie shoulder-first into the ring post.

*THUD!*

After San Francisco slowly stumbles away from the corner, the crowd gasps when Stokes clamps on the Crossface-Chickenwing

Stephy Auger: Quietus Redux!

Stokes continues to pull Sadie’s head to the side, applying pressure to the neck and shoulder. Sadie cries out in pain as she’s trapped in the hold. The referee asks her if she wants to give up. When the champ refuses, Stokes clasps her hands together to secure the hold. She then drops back, bringing Sadie down to the mat! Stokes applies a bodyscissors, leaving Sadie with nowhere to go! The Pope continues to howl out in pain as she lays helpless on the mat. The ref gets down and asks Sadie if she wants to give up. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Sadie reaches her arm out! She fights like hell to remain in the match! She tries her hardest to hang on! But Stokes has the bodyscissors wrapped tightly as she’s got the chickenwing secured! Sadie continues to lay writhing in agony! The Pope reaches out once more… before tapping out on Stokes’ arm! The ref immediately calls for the bell.

Kris Cruise: That’s it! That’s it! We’ve got a new champion!

The crowd erupts with boos as “Sei to Shi to Kimi” blares throughout the arena.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout… aaaaaaaaand NEEEEEEWWWWWWW FGA United States Champion, NINA STOKES!

The boos continue as Stokes gets handed the US Championship.

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, Nina Stokes has won it! Nina Stokes as defeated Sadie San Francisco to become the new United States Champion!

Stephy Auger: This was the worst case scenario for Sadie San Francisco. She was so confident heading into tonight’s match. She thought she had this in the bag. But what she got was a beating. The Kodiak mauled Sadie for several minutes at the start of this match. She imposed her will on The Pope throughout. It looked like Sadie might have been able to pull this one out. But after Nina locked on Quietus Redux, it was over. Nina Stokes, your new United States Champion.

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next, we’ve got the Title Celebration of the new World Champion, Seth Iser. You don’t want to miss this one. We’ll be right back after the break...

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

The crowd is at a fever pitch because this had been advertised all night. And then when the lights dimmed there is an anticipation. And rather than theme music being played, the dimming turns into a full blown darkness. The music that is now playing might be familiar in terms of band, but not the song. The chanting of ‘Unsainted’ by Slipknot is what plays but once the actual singing begins, a spotlight flips on and posing in a crucifix with his back turned is the new World Champion...Seth Iser. And as he’s posing there for a moment soaking it in, the audience is booing the new world champion.

Kris Cruise: There he is...our new World Champion. I might not like some of his tactics but he got where he needed to be. He called his shot and hit it.

Stephy Auger: The Greatest Mind of ALL of Professional Wrestling is now on top of the world, on top of our company, and with what this man is willing to do when that bell rings...I feel like he’s someone I can be proud of.

Kris Cruise: A man who does anything he has to do...he preaches about honor but his tactics more often than not...far from it.

As Iser finally turns slowly, the man is still professionally dressed as he often is with a three piece suit...this time of the black and red variety, he starts to walk down to the ring with the spotlight still on him, a different presentation for him. The newly won World Championship is proudly worn around his waist in the old school manner you’d expect from him. Even still, there’s a slight gingerness on his step as he’s favoring the left knee due to a busy schedule and the brutal championship match he fought to bring home the championship. He then pulls himself onto the apron and enters the ring.

The moment he gestures for the microphone and demands it, he signals for the music to be cut and the lights then resume to their normal mode. And he stands there with the sea of people out there booing toward him and Seth’s facial expression now that we have a better look at it...he surprisingly enough doesn’t seem like he’s in a celebratory mood. In fact, it is almost as if he’s been poked with a stick and has something to prove all over again.

Seth Iser: Do I have your attention now?

Iser asks that question with the usual fervor even if it has been a while since he’s poked the audience with said response. The response is more hostile than normal for the champion considering the mantle he’s earned himself at and he just sneers at their general direction.

Seth Iser: Y’all didn’t believe did you? You thought Fujiko was an unbeatable champion and for over a year...she was. But such is life...sometimes after you’ve won so much and seen so much success you don’t always see the shot that’ll take you down. She knew I was a threat, sure...but I had the one shot even she couldn’t get up from. But to the former champion...Fujiko. Three DDTs. I knew after you kicked out at one on the first one...deep down. I knew the DDT wasn’t going to do it…

The fans begin changing tactics with an old school chant that’s more associated with the 80s but considering who is in the ring...it’s completely appropriate.

‘We don’t wanna hear it!’

‘We don’t wanna hear it!’

‘We don’t wanna hear it!’

He pauses for a second listening to that chant before you can see his eyes narrow and some inner fury is showing as his left hand shakes with rage from the audience chanting this at him.

Seth Iser: Well...YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO HEAR IT! I EARNED THAT RIGHT!

Iser shouts over that chant in a fury and the chant dissolves into a case of boos before he begins to compose himself ever so slightly as he takes a breath after shouting over that chant more so to relax himself so he doesn’t start screaming at the audience who really doesn’t like him yet again.

Seth Iser:Don’t disrespect me with your little chants, but don’t disrespect me by calling me a legend either. Because that term implies I have little left to give and my best days are behind me when I’ve just proven otherwise. I know I don’t have infinite grains of sands in the hourglass of time...but the old man still has more than enough to give. Hell, that strain...is making me become even better in the ring when I’m really pushed. Don’t like what I’m saying...well...look at all the people who have tried me and they’ll tell you the same thing I will and that’s the damned truth.

There’s that cold warning from the veteran and the boos are a little quieter so Seth goes back to what he was saying.

Seth Iser: But I’m not one to lie either. Moment she kicked out of the DDT at one it spooked me for a brief second before I realized what had to be done. Three DDTs was the set up for the big shot. Then the Black Magic, the move that gifted me my other two world championships was the thing that got it done. I know what she did for a long time...carrying that torch. It’s my job to surpass her now. Put my own spin on it as I did the Pride Championship. And as much as some people might want to see a celebration...this won’t be one of them.

The more festive looking fans seem disappointed that beyond the little showier entrance than normal that Seth isn’t intent on celebration.

Seth Iser: I took a day to myself...for my family. So we can enjoy the moment that the patriarch of the family is finally a world champion for the first time in seven years. I did do that. Best day I’ve had in a long time. But celebrating it on the company’s dime with the company’s time? I’m declining to do that. I’ll celebrate my accomplishment the day I retire and no sooner.

He has a scowl etched on his face as he taps the championship around his waist on the centerplate that does proudly read his name now and there’s a sneer etched on his face.

Seth Iser: Instead, I’ve kept myself in the best ring shape I can be all over the damn world still trying to be the absolute best wrestler I can be. Been doing some media on the radio, the old school loop. I might be one of the best in the world...but even this old man can still be better. It’ll make me better for when I defend this championship. Because now...instead of enjoying what I did in the past...I want to be ready for what’s next...or who is next because I know I’ve made a fair share of enemies in that locker room. I’ve wronged some people to get to where I need to be. But that’s the life of professional wrestling. So with that… in conclu---

"Baddest do, what the baddest do (hey)"

"The baddest do (hey), we the baddest, ooh"

"Baddest do, what the baddest do (hey)"

"The baddest do (hey), we the baddest"

The heavy electronic beat of "The Baddest" kicks in, and the crowd is confused, this music is unfamiliar to them. The thumping beat quickly spreads through the arena. The lights in the arena dim, with pink and purple spotlights swirling and vibing around the arena.

Kris Cruise: Who is this interrupting Seth? We have not heard this music before!

Stephy Auger: The absolute disrespect! We shouldn’t stand for it!

"Coming at you live, real, real wild
Here to light it up, set the world on fire
Gonna break rules and hearts in twos
'Cause that's what the baddest do"

The secondary lights in the arena bump to the beat, mixing between light & dark.

Never going back, nah, not that
Diamonds on drip 'cause I came to make a splash
Gonna break rules and hearts in twos
'Cause that's what the baddest do (yeah, uh)

As the rap begins, The lights near the entrance ramp go black, and a figure stands there in the darkness. As the beat drops again, The lights all focus on the figure, almost completely washing them out. After a moment, the lights drop back to a ‘non blinding’ level and it’s Fujiko Mine standing there, The Apex Goddess poses, holding her hands up, pressing the backs of their hands against her forehead in a “crown gesture”. She stands there in her street clothes, with a brown leather jacket covering her upper body. She smirks as her logo and highlights dance on the tron behind her. And the moment Seth sees who this is, he’s not a happy man as he’s shaking his head and pacing slightly.

Kris Cruise: It’s the former FGA World champion!

Stephy Auger: This is now the champion’s time! SHE LOST! Thank god. She should go sit back in catering until someone calls for her!

Fujiko produces a microphone from the back pocket of her jeans. She lets her new theme thump through the arena a little bit longer, before she raises her mouth to her lips.

Fujiko Mine: You know, Seth - I thought since the crowd made it pretty clear they didn’t wanna hear from you, I’d come out and let them hear from someone they DO wanna hear from.

The crowd cheers loudly, affirming her statement.

Fujiko Mine: Unfortunately, I do have to give you your congratulations. You left Only The Strong Survive the new FGA world champion.

The crowd boos the result of the match. Fujiko screws up her face in agreement.

Fujiko Mine: It’s true. And I owe y’all an apology. I’m sorry. It sucks, because now you have to listen to this long winded dope tell you about how he did his calisthenics, while he stands in the ring proud that he can finally wear his old prom tux again after all these years.

She makes a show of applauding the FGA World champion.

Fujiko Mine: But honestly, we’re glad you took the time out to go home and share your victory with your family. It kept us from having to listen to you go on and on and on and on about literally anything on the top of your dome in an effort to put everyone in this arena to sleep.

She shakes her head.

Fujiko Mine: Great, we’re all thrilled that you were right. You beat me. You did it. Got to the top of the mountain. But you failed to recognize one little thing.

She brings her thumb and forefinger close together, then points over at Seth.

Fujiko Mine: That championship that you’re so thrilled to put around your waist? I held that for over 400 days. I worked harder than anyone on this roster to call myself the BEST in wrestling. So now? I work even harder to make sure you don’t get comfortable as the FGA World champion. The Apex Goddess wants her championship back, and there isn’t a sentence you can say that will stop me.

There’s a sneer on Iser’s face after he listens to everything Fujiko has said. The crowd is in a much happier mood not having to deal with Iser possibly being in a decent mood. Before he can say anything further the crowd is booing toward the veteran yet again and he cocks his head toward the audience briefly.

Seth Iser: How about you people go home and practice social distancing since now I have business to discuss?

After that snide remark he turns to the former champion, he’s agitated and unhappy.

Seth Iser: You want your championship back?

He repeats that with particular disdain as he brushes his hair away from his eyes with his free hand. Though to his credit, he takes a breath and calms himself down enough.

Seth Iser: Confidence bordering on arrogance still poking the bear like that. But you have your right as the former champion to a rematch...so I accept.

The audience cheers this announcement as Seth has obviously accepted the challenge but he just cocks his head toward the crowd yet again.

Seth Iser: Quiet. We’re not doing it right now on such short notice. That wasn’t what was advertised so don’t get your hopes up.

The cheers flip back to boos for the champion as he again turns toward the former champion and now challenger for his title with a scowl.

Seth Iser: But here’s when we’re doing it. All Star Showdown. This’ll be the end of our dispute for a while one way or another. No immediate rematch from me if I lose. Call me old school to a fault on that but I want a definitive end there. But my warning to you: I played things more your way as the challenger. You earned that right being the champion over four hundred days. Now the roles are reversed so we’ll play things my way.

Then his face twists into something a little darker starting as he said that last sentence. He’s thinking of something though.

Seth Iser: You know what I did to get here. You know the bridges I burned, the bombs I set off. The price I’m going to pay after the fact. So I say this last thing: good luck, challenger because I plan on using the gold standard of FGA, Fujiko Mine, as the example of what kind of hell I’m going to put every challenger through to take this from me.

A mixture of a warning and a threat escaping his lips as he sneers through but it seems like he’s made his point, he’s done talking. Fujiko’s smile creeps into smug territory as Seth’s words creep into her ears.

Fujiko Mine: That’s fine. I figured you were going to be a coward and make excuses as to why you didn’t want to lose that championship tonight, so that’s fine. We’ll do the match when you want. But please know that when it’s all over, and you’re back to where you started? I want you to take a look at the bridges you burned. I want you to remember everything that you tried. I want you to remember the effort you put in to try and stop me. And when you’re sitting in that same suit, alone in the shower, no longer the FGA World champion...I want you to wonder...was it worth it?

She pauses for a moment.

Fujiko Mine: When you’re leaving the arena, having been dethroned by the Apex Goddess, and you have nothing but that suit...just remember that you gave it everything that you could have possibly given it, but you couldn’t get lightning to strike twice. Gimme your worst, “Wrestling’s greatest mind”. I’m going to make sure your joy doesn’t last.

She flips the microphone, and “The Baddest” By KDA starts up again to the cheers of the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Once again, Fujiko has to make everything about her! She lost! She shouldn’t get a rematch!

Kris Cruise: Well our new champion has accepted! We’re getting the rematch between Seth Iser and Fujiko Mine at All-Star Showdown! We’re out of time! For Stephy Auger, I’m Kris Cruise! Goodnight everyone!