Vertigo E91 (10.14.21)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Nashville Municipal Auditorium
Nashville, TN

Julian Tijerina vs. Monty Margolis
Vertigo E91 kicks off with the returning Julian Tijerina taking on Monty Margolis. Tijerina is looking to be successful in his first match back in FGA since Final Frontier 2017. Margolis is looking to bounce back from the Tag Team Title loss from the previous week. At the start of the match, Margolis gains the early advantage after a collar-and-elbow moves Tijerina into the corner. Margolis catches Tijerina with multiple elbow strikes before an irish whip sends Tijerina into the far corner. Margolis runs across the ring, connects with a leaping elbow strike and goes to follow up out of the corner with a running bulldog. Tijerina counters by shoving him off into the ropes before catching him off the rebound with a hurricanrana. Tijerina is quick to stay on the attack by taking Margolis to #ArmDragCity (Over-the-shoulder Arm Drag followed by a Wheelbarrow Arm Drag followed by a Tilt-a-whirl Headscissors Arm Drag before transitioning into a Cross Armbreaker)! Margolis doesn’t remain in the submission for too long as he’s able to maneuver himself across the mat and get a foot on the bottom rope to force a rope break.

Margolis and Tijerina lock up again before a boot to the midsection doubles Tijerina over. Margolis then sends him to the mat with a Butterfly Suplex before transitioning into a Cravat Hold. Margolis keeps the cravat applied before quickly letting go, taking control of the right leg and locking Tijerina in a Heel Hook. Tijerina nearly taps. But he’s able to turn to the side, reach out and grab the bottom rope to force a rope break.

After Tijerina uses the ropes to pull himself up, Margolis approaches from behind, pulls Tijerina off the ropes and brings him down with an arm trap backstabber. Margolis goes to follow up with a somersault senton, but Tijerina gets the knees up to counter. Tijerina returns to his feet, heads towards the ropes, rebounds back and knocks Margolis down with a springboard roundhouse kick. Tijerina goes to follow up with a Buzzsaw Kick, but Margolis ducks out of the way, leaps to his feet and positions Tijerina for a German Suplex. Tijerina’s able to fight out of it with multiple back elbows before countering with a Pelé Kick. Margolis remains dazed until Tijerina drops him with the Rompiendo El Hielo (Shoot Kick to the left leg followed by a Shoot Kick to the left side followed by a Roundhouse Kick followed by a finger gun gesture before a Superkick) for a two count. Tijerina pulls Margolis back to his feet and delivers a double underhook suplex of his own before floating over into a double underhook submission hold. When Margolis refuses to quit, Tijerina releases the hold, hits the ropes, returns and flattens him with a front dropkick. The Venomous Virtuoso slips out to the apron, scales to the top rope, leaps off and crashes down across Margolis with the Guerrero Splash (Frog Splash)! Instead of going for the cover, Tijerina opts to pull Margolis up to his knees. Tijerina gives Margolis a finger gun taunt before flattening him with the Shining Wizard for the three count!

Winner: Julian Tijerina
Move: Shining Wizard
Time: 7:15

[FGA Office]

A singular candle has the arduous task of illuminating an entire study. It’s pale rays shine light onto a crimson leather chair. And seated in that chair is Nina Stokes. A swipe of the hand knocks the ruffles out of her black and gray romper. A massive wine glass filled with D'Oliveiras Moscatel Reserva rests in her right hand. Nina takes a moderate sip before her eyes finally lock onto the camera.

Nina Stokes: There has been something on my mind.

Nina glances down at her lap and taps on a button on her iPhone. Conway The Machine’s “Piano Love” begins to play at a low level.

Nina Stokes: It’s not the Gold Rush Rumble. And it isn’t the outcome of the United States Championship match.

That wine glass makes its way back to her lips.

Nina Stokes: Actually, it is something that Kris Cruise said in the commentary booth.

An audible pop echoes throughout the study room as a result of Nina snapping her fingers.

Nina Stokes: “Nina Stokes made it seem like the outcome of this match was a forgone conclusion no matter how respectful Gonsalves chose to be.”

A short laugh escapes her.

Nina Stokes: I find that statement oh so very fascinating.

There’s a small pause.

Nina Stokes: People within this company will put their white cape on for every pretty face and smile, regardless of all the grimy and heinous things that might occur behind the scenes. And yet, me having confidence in my own abilities is some debilitating issue, huh?

A look of disgust washes over her face as she shakes her head.

Nina Stokes: Also, keep in mind that moments prior Kris stated that it would take far too long list off all the people that I obliterated on my path to becoming the best United States Champion the company has ever seen.

Nina rolls her eyes as she takes another sip of wine.

Nina Stokes: That is the issue with Frontier Grappling Arts. Your effort isn’t always measured by its merit. A dusty b***h will always move the goalpost if it benefits them and it fits their narrative. That is the reason that I have walked a very particular path within this promotion. People’s opinions are varied and irrelevant. But this violence that I bring? You can quantify that.

A moment or two passes as Nina crosses her legs and leans back in her leather seat.

Nina Stokes: I’m sure the vast majority thought this was going to be a sordid video filled with me bitching and complaining about my championship loss. No, never that. Actually? Owen? I should really thank you―

She nods her head.

Nina Stokes: Holding the FGA United States Championship is a mighty accomplishment. But that accolade comes along with its own set of shackles. And a lot of you motherf****rs have been freely frolicking because that belt in my hands provided you with a level of protection. But that protection? It’s gone in the wind. Now? I can go after anyone and everyone.

Nina Stokes: So once again, thank you Owen. You were so fixated on restoring that belt to its former luster that you neglected to witness the larger picture. That championship belt provided safety and stability. But now? A voracious behemoth roams the land. And she’s going to devour everything in her path―everything.

Nina inhales the last few ounces of her wine. She then lets out an audible sigh before she blows the candle out.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Just after his singles match against Monty Margolis, Julian Tijerina is found by the camera crew backstage, walking through the Nashville Municipal Auditorium while wiping his face with the hand towel wrapped around his neck. It takes him a few seconds but Julian notices them, giving them one of his patented guapo grins. He heaves a sigh as he stands his ground, hands on his hips, taking his opportunity to address everyone watching about his return to in-ring action.

Julian Tijerina: Hola, mis amigas, mis amigos. It has been a while, hasn't it? Three, four years? I mean, the last time you saw El Guapo, that was what? Afterburn, Vertigo E38? And now we're here, Vertigo E91... 53 Vertigos in between...

He pauses, shakes his head. Julian takes a deep breath, hands back on hips, before turning to the camera once more, all grins.

Julian Tijerina: What can I say? Mierda golpeó el ventilador. Stuff happened. But I'm not here to talk about the past, to reminisce about the good old days, like some aged perro about to be put down... Oh, no! I'm here, back in the ring, back in FGA, Frontier Grappling Arts, to reinvigorate myself, my career, and the thousands of fans that have prayed day after day, night after night, for the return of El Guapo, Julian Tijerina.

With a playful smirk, he takes his time, pausing for the cheers to commence and dwindle, for his words to sink in to the minds and hearts of his fans and even haters. He chuckles as that last part hits him. Who could hate El Guapo?

Julian Tijerina: Tonight... Tonight was just the first of many matches. Tonight was the return of El Guapo to FGA, to the ring, to in-ring action, to professional wrestling. Tonight was the start of El Guapo Julian Tijerina's Redemption Arc. Wins, losses, those matter of course, but I won't lose my head this time. Oh, no! Whether I win, whether I lose, my eyes will stay on the prize... And that is, to once again, become an FGA Champion... To once again give you all what you need, what you want, what you crave... Someone who actually looks like a champion, with the smile, the face, and the charm to elevate FGA back to the heights where it truly belongs! Alto en el cielo!

He walks closer to the camera and grabs it, giving it a quick smooch.

Julian Tijerina: That, mis amigas, mis amigos, is cien por ciento guapo!

Julian then gives the camera as well as the crew a wink before walking away, finally taking his much-needed rest.

[FGA Office]

Gareth Prichard Jr vs. Patrick Jones
The next match up is Gareth Prichard Jr vs. Patrick Jones. For Jones, he’s trying to get off the schneid and replicate the success he’s experiencing elsewhere. For Prichard, he’s … well… we really don’t know what Prichard is up to between all the sloth yawning, yoda sipping tea and *noncommittal shrug* GIFs. In any event, a collar-and-elbow starts things off. Prichard quickly gains control of the back after hitting a drop-step go-behind out of the lockup. Seconds later, Jones finds himself down on all fours after a waist lock takedown. In the blink of an eye, Prichard spins across Jones’ back and nearly slips on a front facelock. Jones is quick to maneuver towards the side of the ring and gets his foot on the rope to force the ref to separate them.

Both grapplers feel each other out before locking up in another collar-and-elbow. Jones starts to gain the advantage until Prichard spins and presses him up against the ropes. Once both grapplers make the clean break, Prichard quickly takes Jones and sends him for the ride. Jones then returns off the far ropes before getting brought down with a drop toe hold. Prichard quickly rolls across his back and slaps on a Fujiwara Armbar! Jones cries out in pain while Prichard repeatedly yanks back on the arm. Prichard fights for the submission, but Jones continuously turns down every chance to quit when asked. Jones then fights his way towards the side of the ring by pulling himself across the canvas. Just as he’s about to reach out and grab the bottom rope with his free arm, Prichard lets go, drags him towards the center of the ring and rolls him into a Bow & Arrow Hold! Jones remains trapped in another submission until he reaches up, pulls Prichards’ arm from around his head and rolls off the knees before dropping down into a lateral press for a quick one count.

Prichard reverses an irish whip, sending Jones back into the ropes. The crowd rallies behind Jones when he comes off the ropes with a flying forearm smash. Prichard gets dropped with a second flying forearm. Jones heads to the apron, scales to the top and leaps off for a flying crossbody when Prichard gets back to his feet. But the high risk proves costly for Jones as he crashes to the mat after Prichard casually walks out of the way while Jones is in flight. Prichard heads back over, pulls Jones up by the back of the tights and stuns him with a ripcord jumping knee strike before bringing him down with a Sling Blade. Jones is brought back to his feet before getting planted with a Cradle DDT for a two count.

Jones is then sat up before finding himself on the receiving end of three soccer kicks to the back. Prichard then hits the ropes, returns and goes to flatten him with a running knee strike. But Jones rolls out of the way in time. Prichard turns around in time to see Jones leap to his feet and catch him with a dropkick. Prichard returns to the mat after getting caught with a second dropkick. Prichard then delivers an inverted atomic drop before planting Prichard with a DDT for a two count. Prichard reverses another irish whip, sending Jones back into the ropes. Prichard goes for a back body drop before Jones slips down from behind and counters with a Reverse DDT for a two count. Prichard is then sat up before being placed in a Dragon Sleeper.

The crowd is cheering for Prichard to tap. But the former Neal Durden doesn’t give the people what they want. Instead, he reaches up, grabs Jones by the hair with his free hand and pulls Jones’ head down. From there, Prichard nails him with repeated knees to the head until the submission is broken. Prichard returns to a vertical base. Before he can strike, Jones recovers in time and greets him with a pair of forearm strikes. Prichard gets caught with another pair of forearms. Jones then takes a step or two back before sending Prichard flipping down to the mat with a step-up enzuigiri for another two count. Prichard is pulled back up and gets caught with alternating low and middle kicks before a high roundhouse drops him to the mat. He remains splayed out on the canvas while Jones steps to the apron. Jones scales to the top, leaps off and connects with a diving elbow drop! NO! Prichard shifts himself on the mat and catches Jones on the way down in the Tudor Rose (Triangle Choke)! Jones frantically tries to escape, but it’s to no avail. Seconds later, Jones is forced to tap out.

Winner: Gareth Prichard Jr
Move: Tudor Rose
Time: 8:10

[FGA Office]

As we cut to the backstage interview area something seems a little off, as not only is there a lack of an interviewer it appears that either the Nashville Municipal Auditorium has been hit by a very localised earthquake that’s rotated the interview area 90 degrees on its axis or that the camera is currently lying on its side on the ground, which begs the question where the cameraman is and what happened to him

Fortunately, that question is soon answered when the camera is picked up off the floor and we’re greeted with the sight of Sara Mason grinning maliciously as she holds up the camera on herself, which at least gives us a good idea what might have happened to the cameraman

Sara Mason: A little bird tells me that there are some people who think that we played a little bit rough last week…

Mason cannot suppress a manic little giggle at the thought

Sara Mason: Oh, seeing how some people reacted, it was plenty amusing: our opponents didn’t deserve to be butchered, it was unfair that we didn’t let them get comfortable, we should at least have offered them the courtesy of a safeword…all because we wanted to have a little fun and they just so happened to have drawn the shortest straw. But you know what? When saying how terrible it was that the two of them got torn to shreds, not one of you asked if they liked it…

Once again Mason giggles at the thought of a little destruction, nearly dropping the camera as a result, which draws a rebuke from her partner who is reclining on a chair in the background

Erin Mariani: Stop playing with your food.

With a pout, Mason makes sure she is holding the camera steady and continues

Sara Mason: So here’s the question for those two Ashes and those so-called Renegades: Were you watching? Were you taking notes? Were you thinking that maybe, just maybe, you poked the wrong bear? Or that maybe, if you go around poking bears in your everyday life, how you’re better off out of the genepool?

Mariani aims a sharpened glance in Mason’s direction to remind her to stop goofing off

Sara Mason: Well let me tell the four of you something for free: that’s going to keep on happening, maybe to somebody you know, maybe to somebody you consider a friend, maybe to somebody you call…a partner, and there is a very good reason why it’s going to keep on happening: because you deserve it.

In the background, Mariani rises from Her chair and approaches Mason, and as she does so Mason hoists the camera onto her shoulder so she can keep her partner in frame

Erin Mariani: So what did you think was going to happen? You thought that you could steal from us, either through cheap tricks or through inserting yourselves into something which did not concern you, and escape any form of punishment? You poor, deluded insects – punishment is coming for you, punishment which will be neither quick nor painless, and all you’ve seen is the first of the thousand cuts. So while you’re convincing yourselves that you’re safe, ask yourself a question: are you safe? Because we know that you have friends in this company. We know that you have people that you have known for the many years you have worked here. We know there are people who you have grown to respect. So are you really safe, knowing that we’re perfectly content to let them suffer while you…just…watch?

A particularly wicked smile crosses Mariani’s lips

Erin Mariani: Because this is how you make a point: not with a single, childish stunt which you think will end it, but with a course of action that is impossible to ignore and will make those responsible resolve to modify their behaviour. For example, we could have easily left the four of you in a mangled heap at any point, but instead we decided to bide our time until you let your guards down, when you thought you were in the clear, and just as you began to calm down we put our plan into action with a lovely little piece of Shock & Awe that got your attention. But just the one, as more is planned, more is in place, and more is going to have to be done to you not only so you repent for your sins, but to serve as a warning to anyone else who believes it would be wise to cross the pair of us and think that they can get away with it.

Mariani tilts Her head back to take a deep breath, and once she has done that she crouches out of shot for a moment before re-emerging, using the handful of shirt clutched in Her hand to drag him up into frame, which the cameraman can’t do himself due to having his arms zip-tied behind his back, and when he attempts to beg through the thick layer of gaffer tape on his mouth Mariani casually slaps him around the back of the head to remind him that speaking is not a wise idea

Erin Mariani: Well you won’t get away with it, you were never going to get away with it, and you were fools to think you could get away with it unscathed. But because you convinced yourself that your actions would not hold consequences, which is why this useful idiot is being punished in your stead. Not because we want to, not because we will enjoy it, but because when other people suffer for your actions you will stop believing that you are able to do whatever you want.

Almost as a reflex, Mariani slaps the cameraman around the head once more, and as he recoils she laughs at his attempts, and as she laughs Mason hands the camera over to Mariani and steps into frame, giving the cameraman a mocking look for a moment before she grabs a handful of his hair and looks him directly in the eyes

Sara Mason: Remember to thank Ashes 2 Ashes for everything which is about to happen to you…

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

A few seconds pass before the scene comes to life. The audience is quickly introduced to a shot of the women’s locker room. Nina Stokes is seated inside. The former champion is already dressed in her ring as she rests on a bench. She cracks her knuckles before the sound of the door opening draws her attention.

The camera swings over to see the woman known as the Apex Goddess, Fujiko Mine peeking in the doorway. She appears to pause for a few moments, then with a level of confidence afforded her by their relationship, she moves the door aside just enough to get herself into the room. The door quietly clicks shut behind her, and she stands in front of it for a few moments.

Fujiko Mine: Nina.

Nina’s eyes cut over to spot the woman.

Nina Stokes: Good evening, dear.

Fujiko stands there for a few moments, before taking a step towards the former United States Champion.

Fujiko Mine: How are you feeling about tonight?

She moves in a circular arc around towards Nina, rather than taking a straight line towards her. She finishes her moves by leaning up against an adjacent wall and folding her arms under her chest.

Nina Stokes: Tonight?

A tiny smirk crosses her face.

Nina Stokes: I would love to tell you tonight is a “business as usual” type of deal. However, I would be lying to you if I said that.

She quickly cracks the knuckles in her right hand.

Nina Stokes: I have been looking forward to this bout. I truly have—

Her eyes shift over and land on Fujiko.

Fujiko Mine: Against Marlon?

Fujiko’s brow furrows.

Fujiko Mine: He’s very much stuck in the “I got next” mindset. He’s also incredibly likely to underestimate you a lot. I mean, that’s all he did coming up to his match against me.
She slowly tilts her head until it's up against the wall as well.

Fujiko Mine: Why are you looking forward to it?

A short chuckle escapes Nina’s lips.

Nina Stokes: You know me very well. I suspect you already know the answer. But I’ll tell you anyway.

There’s a short pause.

Nina Stokes: I think it’s high time that I cut loose. No more restrictions. No more limiting myself.

She nods her head. Fujiko brings up a little bit of a smile.

Nina Stokes: As far as Marlon goes? I believe your assessment is correct. Time and time again he has stepped in front of the camera and issues a proclamation of some grand ascension to the top. And honestly? I don’t have a problem with that. You should be confident in your own abilities. The fault I find with him is that he often neglects to seize what’s present in the here and now. He used to be a man of action, but now he’s just an ordinary dreamer. And I don’t have time for the dreams of others. Not anymore.

Fujiko nods to Nina, and pushes herself off the wall.

Fujiko Mine: I know you know that I believe in you, Nina. And I support you...but there’s a bit of a concern.

Nina lifts an eyebrow.

Nina Stokes: Concern?

The Apex Goddess nods.

Fujiko Mine: These this...idea...that in order to kick yourself into a higher gear, or to escape a feeling of plateauing...that one has to betray themselves, or lock a part of their true self away. We know a couple of people who have done that.

Fujiko shakes her head.

Fujiko Mine: But I know you’re a good person, Nina. And I know you’re a great wrestler. One of the best in this company. I don’t think you need to sacrifice the former to accentuate the latter is all.

She sighs, sounding a little defeated.

Fujiko Mine: Not that I think you need it, but I’ve got some old notes from the last time I fought Marlon on hand. He’s got some tells and subconscious movements that might be helpful if you could look out for them. Either way, I know you’ll beat Marlon, but they might make your night a little easier.

She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out a small spiral notebook. She holds it outward as if she was holding a cellphone at the sides and shakes it. By assumption, she moves to stuff it back in the back pocket of her jeans.

Fujiko Mine: I just don’t want you losing your way, I guess.

Nina Stokes: Notes?

Nina shrugs her shoulders.

Nina Stokes: I just planned on slapping the black off his gums. Does that suffice?

There is a pause, then Fujiko’s expression breaks and she breaks out into a loud laugh.

Fujiko Mine: Yeah, that suffices plenty Nina.

She lets out a few more chuckles before nodding to her.

Fujiko Mine: I wasn’t coming here to try and be a nuisance. I’ll let you get back to yourself. Maybe we can get some food after you’re done?

Nina pushes off of the bench and stands up to her feet. A moment passes before she makes her way over to Fujiko. Nina lifts her right hand up and uses it to pat Fujiko on the shoulder. She then uses that hand to play in Fuijko’s hair a bit. She then gives her friend a genuine smile.

Nina Stokes: Your concern is noted. But I will not be ignored any longer.

Fujiko gives her friend her smile back.

Fujiko Mine: Go get ‘em, Nina.

Fujiko gives her a slight nod before turning and heading towards the door. In much the manner she arrived, she slips out the door, leaving Nina alone.

[FGA Office]

Tyler Storm vs. Olé Anderson
The former Pride Champion wasted no time taking it to Anderson as he knocked him off his feet with a bicycle kick to the face. After a boot to the midsection doubled Anderson over, Storm rebounded off the ropes before knocking him back down with a Scissors Kick across the back of the head. Seconds later, Anderson found himself on the receiving end of a Buckle Bomb before Storm brought him down with the Bite Wound (Crucifix Cutter)! Storm quickly rolled over across Anderson’s back and locked on the Tiger's Cage (Double Underhook Crossface) to force the submission.

Winner: Tyler Storm
Move: Tiger’s Cage
Time: 0:58

[FGA Office]

Backstage at the Nashville Municipal Auditorium, the newly minted FGA 15 champion, as well as still reigning Legacy champion has stopped right where he stands. Sparrow’s already dressed to compete for later tonight, his ring gear looking to be a bit of a fusion between that of TJ Techniques and Cassius Reed. Like the Funky Technician, he’s got black and white talking bubbles up and down his tights (with silhouettes of sparrows in each one), but like the Funky Dragon, his kickpads have a very Mighty Morphin’ vibe, black diamonds forming a ring from boot to pad. The monochrome patterning at least matches the white fitted on his head, as he pulls down his sunglasses to look over the top.

Sparrow: Well ey, what you say. I was hopin’ to have a conversation sooner rather than later with you anyway. Not just you, but that makes it sound like I ain’t wanna include you.

The camera pans slightly to one side and pulls back, keeping Sparrow in the shot and revealing Theodore Harris, dressed in a suit minus a tie as per usual. He’s holding a disposable cup in one hand and smiles slightly to Sparrow.

Theodore Harris: No worries about that. I’m not the one you’ve been mixing things up with, but I am the one you want to approach to discuss the current situation. I had a feeling that we might cross paths tonight. Just the details of the when, where and how were uncertain.

He pauses to take a drink from his cup.

Theodore Harris: So what’s on your mind, champ?

The White Hat of FGA eyes Theodore with a degree of curiosity, glancing down at the cup.

Sparrow: Besides wonderin’ if you always drink your coffee black, bana? Just deciding to let you know in advance, I will be out there in the booth during the match with Bisley and Logan. Not to bother anyone of course. I just would like to be up close as Stephy slanders me on commentary. She’s real good at it ya know.

The double-champ attempts to make light, but he does actually get to the heart of the matter.

Sparrow: Look, I get it. Why Logan had to drop me, why he had to drop Bisley. I get why you guys needed to come out and have a seat during the title versus title match. That said, I would you know why I’ll be around tonight before the main event match I got going on. I could be lookin’ at one…Or both opponents for All-Star Showdown, ain’t?

Theodore nods thoughtfully.

Theodore Harris: Well, that is nice to know in advance. I know that you’re an upstanding citizen here in FGA, so I feel rather confident that you’re not one to be out there to get involved. You’ve got your plate full as it is at the end of the night and there’s no sense in you stirring the pot with Logan or Mark before another big outing for you. You just want to see more of what might be heading your way. Mark Bisley is likely going to be angling for a rematch with you and FGA management may decide that Logan should get to go another round with you in the ring there as well… or instead of Mark. Who’s to say really? Several other high profile names appear to be pulling double duty at All-Star Showdown. Maybe they’ll decide that you should do the same.

He takes another drink from his cup.

Theodore Harris: Just be sure you don’t end up getting involved out there. I’ve seen that it’s been really easy for action in the ring to spill out when people are nursing grudges with others outside of it. You might not want to give the higher ups a reason to make your outing at the next big show tougher than it needs to be.

He smiles slightly.

Theodore Harris: After all, you appear to have something else on the line there aside from likely defending your titles.

The mere mention or hint of the bet the West Indian Whirlwind has made with Caroline Dallins wipes about any traces of a smile from his face. His grimace is a sight to behold, fingers gingerly crossing over his dreads.

Sparrow: You always have Logan’s best interests at heart, and you know brethren? I respect that. I uh…Can’t think I’ll be saying quite the same if I end up with a manager of my own. You ain’t wrong though. Given the stacked main event of me getting to team up with everyone’s favorite Funky Dragon, Cassius and Funky Technician, TJ…Against Owen who has a win on me, Ace who I have a win on and Cordy who…Cordelia who…

Sparrow blinks and suddenly throws his arms up.

Sparrow: Wants to beat the blonde off my dreads and give me hands just because I ain’t wanna go after Chandler at the Rumble like she wanted! …And probably several other undisclosed reasons. Pressure! Y’see what I sayin’? So no, I’ll be chill out there and try and make sure I don’t get pulled into anything. Emphasis on try. No promises if hands get thrown, just as they did last Vertigo.

The champion rubs the back of his neck pointedly. Theodore raises his free hand defensively before him.

Theodore Harris: I’m not asking you to make such a promise here. I’m not in a position to say that you need to stay out of things if there is provocation from Mark or even Logan. I fully encouraged Logan to get in there at the last Vertigo and do the same against Sloan Talbot a few months back when he couldn’t keep his grubby hands to himself. Just that you may not want to get in the middle of this one if you can avoid it. Logan and Mark have history and they may both be looking to settle some things between them, especially after you put Mark in his place and this man over here…

He nods towards Logan as he steps into the shot, moving past Sparrow while giving him a sidelong glance then walking over to Theodore and coming to a stop just behind and to one side of him. Theodore returns his focus to Sparrow.

Theodore Harris: … put a bit of an exclamation point on it afterwards.

Theodore then turns to look at Logan.

Theodore Harris: And where have you been anyway? I figured you have been back quite a bit sooner.

Logan just glances back at Theodore. Theodore shakes his head after a few moments. Sparrow eyes the more traveled wrestler. After a few moments he finally speaks up, but his eyes don’t break from Alexander.

Sparrow: Exclamation would be right. I know a little about the Chaotics/Smart Style history, y’know. Grapple Kingdom 2 in Chicago, Majima and Bisley in those last moments throwin’ everything but the kitchen sink at Logan. Flash forward to OTSS 2018 in Orlando and—

Before he can finish what he is saying, Sparrow’s eyes break from Logan - not because of cowardice, but because Mark Bisley is stood there and is wearing the facial expression of somebody who has heard quite enough

Mark Bisley: And...what?

Without waiting for a response, Bisley simply walks past Alexander and Harris to occupy the piece of real estate between the two of them and Sparrow

Mark Bisley: And you neglected to send an appropriate gift to the ne’er do wells who just so happened to give you a momentary belief that you are a deserving 15 Champion, when your quote-unquote victory was an example of total nonstop chicanery that nobody could see as legitimate? Well it wouldn’t surprise me if that was the case, after all it's a little hard to puff out your chest while deciding which Bed Bath & Beyond gift basket you want to send to the people who helped you achieve something you are not entitled to.

For half a second Bisley looks over his shoulder at Alexander and Harris, then turns his attention back to Sparrow

Mark Bisley: I’d suggest the cucumber melon bath spa set, as that’s really useful at removing all the useless dead skin that nobody needs. Although then again, you should probably send one of those to Ashlyn De Luca, as she knows what it's like to remove 227lbs of dead skin that she didn’t want…

Theodore just offers an amused smirk at Bisley’s comment. Logan just stares at Bisley, the rest of his expression hidden by his mask. Neither bites at the bait with a verbal response though. With their reaction, Bisley turns and stands side-by-side with Sparrow to face them, although that also allows him to side-eye the two titles that Sparrow is holding…

Mark Bisley: What's that, Logan? Strike a nerve, did I? Well you clearly forgot, I was in the exact same boat as you were in when my partner decided that I was holding them back and unceremoniously ditched me

A pause, and then Bisley snaps his finger as if he’s remembered something

Mark Bisley: Oh wait, that isn’t what happened at all: I was the one who saw that I had somebody holding me back and did something about it, and since then my stock went up while theirs went out the door hobbling on a bum knee. Sorry, got my wires crossed there…

Taking his eyes off the titles Sparrow is holding, Bisley gives Logan a “Seriously…?” look, and then looks over to Sparrow

Mark Bisley: So while the three of you were here having a chit-chat about what you want to do, I take it that none of you remembered this all-important phrase that is commonly known as a “rematch clause”...

Yes, Bisley actually does air quotes when saying this

Mark Bisley: ...meaning that, last time I checked, you don’t get to say who can and cannot challenge you for the 15 Championship until I get what I’m owed…

Turning his attention back to Alexander and Harris, there’s a noticeable drop in the pitch of Bisley;s voice

Mark Bisley: ...and, boy, am I owed...

Turning back to Sparrow, the pitch of Bisley;s voice returns to where it was as if nothing had happened

Mark Bisley: ...so instead of giving two people who aren’t entitled to dictate terms on what they want, how about you ignore them until I’ve won back what is mine so I can get right back to doing what I said I was going to do in the first place, namely beat the Legacy champion to prove I can dictate terms while also walking out with the 15 Championship in my possession? Or would you rather let these two get what they want which, by complete coincidence…

Once again Bisley side-eyes Alexander and Harris, with the pitch of his voice dropping and his speech slowing down

Mark Bisley: ...and I’m sure it was a coincidence, and not something the two of you had planned from the moment you helped Sparrow here steal one…

Again he turns his attention back to Sparrow, and again his voice returns to normal

Mark Bisley: ...would get me out of the picture? And, of course…

Putting his arm on Sparrow’s shoulder as if the two are friends or something, Bisley looks over to Alexander and Harris

Mark Bisley: ...I am absolutely sure that these two gentlemen here didn’t try and get the belt onto you because they see you as the path of least resistance, and they’re just pitching this match to you out of the goodness of their hearts. Isn’t that right?

Sparrow: Well...Kindness does make the world go ‘round. That and gravitational force. I digress.

Sparrow responds by...Well, putting his arm over Mark’s and going all in so to speak, as though the two are really the best of friends. Because well. Sparrow. He doesn’t make a point about getting too irritated about anything “Smart” Mark says, having actually been nodding once or twice with agreements and mouthing “he’s got me there”.

Sparrow: Y’know brethren, it’s funny. Now if we go thinkin’ all the way back to Vertigo 90 and trust, it ain’t too hard a trip to take...I believe you went out of your way to get in Logan’s face in the first place. Now, now, now, I can tell you must’ve wanted to get his attention, given all the history. What’s fighting over previous championships between mortal enemies after all? So you walk all the way over to him and I knock him, tryna take your head off. Then ain’t you know it, you hit a good knee on him tryin’ to get one on me. So that’s two times all he’s doin’ is sittin’ there. Truth be told...Y’know, truth? A thing you ain’t seem to be holdin’ on too tough...Logan ain’t drop us both until AFTER...

The double champion’s smile slowly fades away and he stares through Mark’s head with the former FGA 15 champion so close. For about a split second, his voice drops an octave.

Sparrow: I dropped you.

Just like that, flip of a switch, like nothing ever happened, his tone changes, all smiles, all grins and a pat on Bisley’s shoulder before Sparrow...Removes himself from Mark’s arm finally.

Sparrow: You’s right though, bana. I ain’t got no real say of who can challenge for what, when, how, and why. It all is up to our powers that be ain’t? I can just make guesses on how things roll. Your rematch clause exists, is a thing and all that and y’know I’m always good for a match up. Tonight it is Logan you must be worryin’ about though I suspect.

At the mere mention of tonight's match, Bisley turns to look Sparrow in the eye and takes a moment to puff out his chest and let the veins in his neck bulge, before he lays it out on the line

Mark Bisley: ...nope.

Okay, so maybe not the puffing out of the chest, bulging of the veins in his neck...

Mark Bisley: But if you think that he’s a little much for me to handle, you’re just letting him get inside your head and convince you that you’re the path of least resistance. And I thought you were better than that...

Theodore Harris: No one here in this little circle, in the rest of the arena or even watching from home believes that Mark. In order to do that, they’d first need to believe that you think before you speak.

Theodore rolls his eyes to punctuate the remark.

Theodore Harris: Instead you barge in here with your usual amount of tact, whining about losing… and who could have seen that one coming, right?

He looks towards Logan with a knowing smirk, then back to Bisley and Sparrow.

Theodore Harris: Thumping your chest about your…

Theodore lifts his hands to offer an air quote.

Theodore Harris: …rematch clause...

And another one here.

Theodore Harris: … for a championship we aren’t even angling for. Sparrow laid down a gauntlet for Logan to face him for the Legacy championship. You know, the one you weren’t holding, Mark. And…

Theodore glances towards Logan with a slightly puzzled expression.

Theodore Harris: … we didn’t even accept the offer.

He looks back as Bisley and Sparrow again.

Theodore Harris: That’ll happen when the time is right. But your timely arrival here has made one thing abundantly clear, Mark. Out of the four of us standing here, the only one with someone in their head is you.

He smirks at Bisley.

Theodore Harris: But who can blame you? You came out on the last show and got beaten. Clean. Only this time your belt was on the line. And the best you can do now is cry…

Theodore than raises the pitch of his voice to mock Mark.

Theodore Harris: … I want my rematch! Waaa! Waaa!

He then looks at Bisley with an expression that says “Are you for real?”

Theodore Harris: I mean… wow. Are you that insecure? Or is it from the sudden weight loss? I’m not sure how dropping fifteen to twenty pounds all at once could affect someone.

He smirks over at Sparrow for a moment before continuing.

Theodore Harris:But I guess we shouldn’t hold that against you. You’re worried that Logan might once again get hold of a belt you hold dear and that you’ll never be able to get it back. I mean, it’s been over three years since you and Majima realized that you couldn’t stack up again the Chaotics, even with them at odds with one another, and you slinked away with your tail tucked between your legs, blaming everyone else because it was the fourth time you’d had to choke on the fact that you’d lost to them. Now here you are being eaten by that same fear. That an old man is going to embarrass you again. And your track record doesn’t support you either.

He then smirks at Bisley again.

Theodore Harris: Just how many non-title matches have you choked in during the course of your reign? At least two come to mind immediately… and they weren’t even against big name competitors either. And now you’ve got another one here before you tonight. But you can always hope that this match between the two of you goes better than the last time you two met one-on-one.

Theodore pauses for a moment, thinking about that last statement. He then snaps his fingers.

Theodore Harris: Oh right! That isn’t what happened at all: because you weren’t able to get by another highly proficient grappler… the wrestler formerly known as Johnny Karma. Who Logan then beat clean a week later in the Frontier Lions Cup.

He snorts softly.

Theodore Harris: But hey that was almost three years ago too. I’m sure you’ve stepped up your game since then. You’ve beaten Ashley Sulli… I mean… Sands, Ashley Marie Chase, Sloan Talbot…

Theodore pauses and then looks at Logan.

Theodore Harris: Wait… haven’t you beaten all of those people too?

Logan doesn’t even glance towards Theodore, who in turn looks back at Bisley with a shrug.

Theodore Harris: So really, you just happened to be in the right spot to pick up the title first, Mark. Logan has shown that he could have easily done the same and without all the whining that came with you. But here tonight you have the chance to set yourself apart now that you lack the belt, Mark. You’ve got your rematch down the line, but who’s going to take you seriously in that match if you have trouble here with Logan? So maybe, right now, you should go do something that doesn’t come easy for you.

Theodore steps up closer to Bisley.

Theodore Harris: Shut. Up. Then find and bring your A game, because nothing less than that or a stroke of good luck is going to get you out of the ring tonight any better than the last time you set foot out there.

There’s another moment or two of silence, before Theodore glances towards Sparrow.

Theodore Harris: See you out there, champ. Hope you enjoy the show.

Theodore nods slightly to Sparrow, meets Bisley’s gaze, then steps away and moves off. Logan continues to watch Bisley, as though waiting for him to do something, before following Theodore, leaving Mighty Sparrow and Mark Bisley there.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

We go to the locker room area where AMC and Ashley Sands AKA Ashes 2 Ashes are standing by

AMC: Surprise, Surprise Cassius once again decides to take a nap on the floor thus allowing his partner to fend for himself.

AMC shakes her head

AMC: Surprise, Surprise Ashes 2 Ashes once again has to run down and make the save because Cassius can’t save himself. I feel for you TJ I really do but eventually we won’t be there to pick up the slack and you are going to need to fend for yourself.

AMC expression changes

AMC: Surprise, Surprise Silk & Cyanide are cowards who can only fight when they have the numbers advantage and your back is turned. You know my girl Sully here watched the replay of you two running away about 10 times and I must admit I found it amusing as it never gets old watching the two of you act like the cowards you are. Just remember that eventually you will be in the ring with us again and unlike last time you two will never see it coming and you will not be ready for the beating that we will be delivering to you.

Ashley Sands: You know the saying “karma is a bitch”? The day’ll come real soon that you two will get a double dose of that if you know what I mean. Considering the state of our tag champs’ dysfunction, taking advantage of them isn’t much of an achievement. And TJ, don’t count on us always being there when your so-called partner can’t have your back. Not while you have what we want. Watch tonight and see what it looks like to have a partner that you can rely on.

AMC: As for tonight Laura Perelli, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time my dear. Tonight is not the night to be in the ring with me since as far as I am concerned you are Silk & Cyanide and I shall treat you as such.

AMC starts to chuckle to herself

AMC: Tonight I am gonna slap a bitch and you just happen to be that bitch. So I hope Silk & Cyanide along with Renegades Of Funk pay close attention because very soon you four will have my full attention and that will be very bad for you. Ashes 2 Ashes, Dust 2 Dust none of you can deal with us.

[FGA Office]

Lowri Moss vs. Carnelia Stephenson
Moss gains the advantage early on after she catches Stephenson off the rebound after an irish whip with a pair of japanese arm drags. Moss then makes her way off the ropes before bringing Stephenson down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. The 2021 Gold Rush Rumble winner brings the action into the corner before unleashing the ​​Scarlet Barrage (Alternating rapid-fire knife edge chops and forearms to a cornered opponent) on her! Moss then makes her way over into the far ropes before connecting with Just for Kicks (Running big boot to a cornered opponent followed by a running Facewash)! Stephenson gets dragged out of the corner before being brought back to her feet. Seconds later, Moss cracks her with a headbutt, followed by a Question Mark Kick that drops her to a knee. Moss then hits the ropes, returns and flattens her with a Shining Wizard. Instead of going for the cover, Moss pulls Stephenson back to her feet and takes control of her back before bringing her down with the Severn Bridge (Tiger suplex transitioned into a Bridging double chickenwing)! As soon as Stephenson is placed in the double chickenwing, she taps out.

Winner: Lowri Moss
Move: Severn Bridge
Time: 1:08

[FGA Office]

The camera cuts to the backstage locker room area where The Undisputed Champion Cordelia Stevenson is seen seated in a chair. The thunderous boos of the crowd in attendance can be heard in the background as Cordelia lets out a sigh of frustration.

Cordelia Stevenson: And the injustice continues.

She shakes her head back and forth as the camera begins to zoom out revealing more of her surrounding area.

Cordelia Stevenson: They KNOW this is BS. First they announce that not only do I have to defend my title on both nights of All Star Showdown — and now here we are, taking on Champions in this company, some of the best — well outside of us — that this company has to offer, while Lowri is out there facing…

She frowns up her face.

Cordelia Stevenson: Carnelia Stephenson!

She throws her hands in the air.

Cordelia Stevenson: And Izzy Pop? She’s going up against Gwen freakin Margolis?! Whoopty Doo. Yet, I’m the delusional one. Can people not see what the heck is going on around here? Do they think it’s a coincidence that I’m always put at a disadvantage? Yet I’m in the wrong for pointing out the constant injustice that this company perpetuates.

As the champion pushes to her feet, the camera zooms out a little bit more to reveal that she is not alone. She is joined by her tag partners later in the night and fellow champions; Ace Voltage and Owen Gonsalves.

Cordelia Stevenson: That’s why tonight, we’re sending a damn message! Don’t get me wrong, TJ and Cassius are two of the few I actually like around here, but they’re on the wrong side of the coin tonight and as for Sparrow…

Her eyes narrow as she scoffs.

Cordelia Stevenson: The little birdie is definitely getting grounded tonight.

She nods her head and glances at her partners.

Cordelia Stevenson: Right?

Ace shines a smirk to Cordy. Owen just stands there, expressionless but still listening.

Ace Voltage: You’re damn right. We are the top three wrestlers in this company. The other chums don’t stand a chance.

Ace looks over at Owen and then back at Cordy.

Ace Voltage: Ya know it’s disgusting how they treat us around here. How they treat FGA royalty here. Will we ever get the respect we deserve? I’ve been fighting management since day one for respect. They treat us like common men. They treat us like the other peasants around here. But, tonight we show them why we are prestigious. We show the world why we are royalty of FGA.

Cordelia nods, happy to see that Ace has his head in the game.

Cordelia Stevenson: That’s what I like to hear. I’m not trying to be disappointed like I was at Only The Strong Survives.

She gives him a quick side eye remembering how he failed to capitalize on the opportunity to eliminate Chandler at Only The Strong Survives. She then turns towards the United States Champion.

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s clear that Ace is ready for tonight, but how about you? Not that I’m doubting you… I know you tend to show out when given the chance, but I also know your ties to the other side.

She glares at Owen suspiciously. Gonsalves narrows his eyes slightly, tongue in cheek as he shuffles his title over his shoulder.

Cordelia Stevenson: You ready to go out there and show the hell out?

Owen Gonsalves: ...Yeah. I'm ready.

He shrugs his shoulders before picking up some wrist tape and beginning to wrap it around his wrist, leaving both Cordy and Ace to eye him. Cordy takes a step towards him, cocking her head to the side.

Cordelia Stevenson:You sure? I mean, you’re not sounding too sure, Owen, and I need you to be sure. I need you to be all in and focused. I need the best Wristlock Sinatra the world has ever seen out there in my corner tonight. Not the one that Tapp shows up time and time again.

Cordelia smirks, hoping her comment ignites something of a fire in the seemingly lowkey Gonsalves. Owen slowly stops wrapping the wrist tape around his wrist, dropping his arms on his knees, staring down at the ground. With a sigh, he pushes himself up to his feet, going face to face with the Undisputed Champion.

Owen Gonsalves: I'm sure.

His expressionless face snaps as he cracks a smile and winks at Stevenson before walking past her. He stops suddenly though, and spins back around to face his fellow champions.

Owen Gonsalves: ...And ask Tapp who threw his ass out of the Rumble a few weeks ago.

He drapes the new United States Championship over his shoulder before turning to walk out of the locker room. Cordelia glowered at him suspiciously as he exited the locker room. She nudges Ace with her elbow and nods in Owen’s direction.

Cordelia Stevenson: Keep an eye on him. I’m not really feeling his energy.

She turns to look at Ace and nods.

Cordelia Stevenson: Tonight, a statement gets made and he’s not going to get in the way of that.

Ace speaks sarcastically.

Ace Voltage: It would be a shame to find Owen as the weak link here. Wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt.

Ace starts to walk out of the room as well, but not before he speaks with a serious tone.

Ace Voltage: I’ll do my job, you do yours. Let’s put some respect on our names tonight. Let’s show the world why we ARE the best in this company. I don’t care if the fans like it or not, we will show everyone why we are the only royalty in FGA.

Ace shines a smirk and gives Cordy a wink as he leaves her alone in the room. The champ folds her arms across her chest and mutters to herself.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yeah, you better not let me down.

She snatches up her Undisputed Championship and flings it across her shoulder as the scene then fades away.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

The camera then cuts to Spencer Burke, standing next to a very happy Brian, who gives the camera and everyone watching two thumbs up.

Spencer Burke: Today, I am joined by Brian Stryker. Brian, after an impressive showing from you against the United States Champion, you were interrupted by Seth Iser, who promptly challenged you to a match at our next Pay per view. Why did you accept his challenge so quickly?

Brian Stryker: Well Spencer, I say, why the hell not? Seth is just a bitter old man right now. Hobbling along with his crutch like he should be in a Dickensian novel, groaning about his lost opportunity. If he wants a fight with me over the rumble, who am I to refuse. I’ll let him scream at the clouds all day, then kick his ass into the night. And I’ll even tout the whole thing.

Just then Seth Iser walks into frame, still clutching his crutch, and right now he's not amused.

Seth Iser: You need to wise up, boy.

There's a bite to his tone as he's balancing himself on the crutch but the brace is a little smaller. He's still dressed professionally with the three piece suit.

Seth Iser: I challenged you because quite frankly I'm not exactly thrilled you decided to rob another man of an opportunity and didn't even advance your damned career. And I'm beyond ticked that you Brian...yes you.

He points at him with his free hand over Spencer's outstretched arm with the microphone.

Seth Iser: Decided to pull that crap. I didn't have multiple surgeries on my knee just for you to pull some trickster God bullshit when there is a real chance that's my last damn chance! So like I said...I'll put my damn foot up your ass. Go ahead and tout that if you want the clout that you brushed with true greatness if it makes you feel better but it won't change the inevitable.

Brian Stryker: Big talk coming from you Iser. You think you’re the first person to get injured or have a bum knee? I’ve had more knee operations than you have teeth left. So boohoo. Cry me a river, build an accessibility ramp, and get over it.

Seth just laughs, rubbing his chin. It's a cold and chilling laugh.

Seth Iser: You're not understanding the big picture. You never have…

The laugh is long gone. The expression is stern and chilly.

Seth Iser: You know what I see Stryker when I look at you? Someone who should be at my level. Someone who I should consider a peer. Someone who should be winning world titles and major matches physical alignments be damned! You have the raw talent. You even won some gold here. Two time 15 champion and all that. You can't dispute the truth. Never have and never will. Hellen Keller could see it. But the real question is...why hasn't it ever translated? Why aren't you...where I stand?

Seth let's that question hang for a moment before answering it with a point to his head.

Seth Iser: It's up here. When you face a little adversity like when Tyler Storm humbled your ass...it took you a while to recalibrate to even get back up on the damn horse! When he beat me for the Pride Title...I didn't need to do that. I won the Wildcard Tournament. I then became World Champion...wrestling better now then I did at my athletic peak! I'm the greatest mind and your mind's greatest gift is merely making a joke to deflect that your brain has failed your athletic gifts! You've resigned...to your failure. Your...real lot in life.

And then the sneer on his face turns into an uncomfortable smirk.

Seth Iser: I'm going to show the difference between the proven commodity...and somebody that should have been. Biggest show of the year...and history repeats one more time. It always does when you don't learn from it...

Stryker stands there, nodding his head as he bites his tongue to keep from lashing out. Seth, who’s smile could make milk turn sour, stood there knowing that Stryker wouldn’t dare strike a man who was injured. Stryker instead got right in Seth’s face, glaring heavily at the man.

Brian Stryker: You know what Seth? You’re right. I do often come up short. I had to get away from it all. Get my body right and my brain back on track. That’s the nature of this business. You can’t always win. Someone will be better than you sometimes. But you know what I’m different from the rest of this locker room? They lose a big match or two and they start getting upset. Me, I get hungry. I want to keep failing. I want to have that door slammed in my face week after week. Because I get hungrier each time it does. It makes me madder each time. So I keep throwing myself against that door, cracking that wood, because I know that one day that door will break and I will have my day in the sun. So go on Seth, keep bad mouthing me. Keep telling me I suck and I have no future, I’ve only been hearing it for my entire life. Keep pissing me off, so that come All-Star Showdown, I break that knee of yours properly and send you back down that country road to West Virginia where you belong.

Stryker brushes past Seth, bumping shoulders, leaving Seth alone, as he again chuckles to himself. He fixes his suit jacket before making his way down the opposite end of the hallway as the camera fades.

[FGA Office]

Laura Perelli vs. Ashley Marie Chase
AMC starts off strong by knocking Perelli down with a pair of clotheslins. After Perelli gets whipped into the ropes, AMC brings her down with multiple arm drags before knocking her down with standing dropkick for a two count. AMC then brings the action into the corner and delivers repeated chest kicks before whipping Perelli into the far corner. AMC runs over to attack when Perelli counters with a forearm smash. After tossing AMC into the corner, Perelli lights up her chest with knife edge chops before bashing her with a forearm smash. AMC is then dragged out of the corner and given an arm wrench before winding up on the receiving end of a double knee armbreaker for a two count. While AMC’s still down, Perelli takes control of her opponent’s positioning and delivers a stomp to the keylocked arm. Perelli continues to go to work on the arm by applying a Shoulder Claw. After about 30 seconds or so, AMC’s able to fight back to a vertical base. After a pair of elbows break the hold, AMC takes off into the ropes. But on the return, she gets caught with a shoulderbreaker for another two count.

Perelli continues to pour on the offense with a belly to belly suplex for a two count. A German Suplex gets a two count. AMC’s then brought down with the Head Shot (Ushi Goroshi) before being flattened with a Sliding D for another two count. Seconds later, Perelli takes control of AMC’s back with the Code of Silence (Saka Otoshi into Sleeper Hold)! AMC turns down multiple chances to quit, so Perelli transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar. La Principessa applies even more pressure with small joint manipulation while applying the hold. AMC, to her credit, fights through the pain and is able to make it to the ropes to force a rope break.

As the match continues, Perelli lifts AMC up onto her shoulder for another shoulderbreaker. This time, AMC slips down from behind and counters with a Scorpion Death Drop for a two count. AMC comes off the ropes and counters a clothesline with a Float Over DDT for another two count. She then makes her way to the top, leaps off and knocks Perelli down with a missile dropkick for another two count. Perelli is then sent for the ride. When she returns, AMC knocks her off her feet with the Kick of Doom (superkick) for another two count. Perelli is then set up for the Name Dropper (Pedigree) when Sara Mason starts to make her way down to the ring. Before Mason can reach ringside, Ashley Sands runs over and brawls with her in the aisle. While everyone is distracted with the fists flying between Mason and Sands, Erin Mariani makes her way in through the crowd and slides in from behind. She goes to attack AMC until AMC turns around in time and knocks her off her feet with a Kick of Doom. Mariani is then pulled into position before getting brought down with the Name Dropper. As soon as AMC gets back to her feet, Perelli grabs a hold of her and brings her down with the Royal Flush (Swinging Fisherman’s Suplex) for the three count.

Winner: Laura Perelli
Move: Royal Flush
Time: 8:39

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

The camera fades into the locker room area where we see Ace Voltage tying his boots, getting ready for his match later. He looks up and sees the camera.

Ace Voltage: Bunch of stalkers aren’t we?


Ace laughs to himself.

Ace Voltage: No, I get it. Everyone wants to see what the champ is doing. I’m used to it. I was the longest reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion and now…

Ace looks over to the Pride championship sitting on a chair near him.

Ace Voltage: I will become the BEST Pride champion in this company. Have I lied yet? Doesn’t seem like it.

Ace finishes tying his left boot.

Ace Voltage: But, tonight it’s not about my beauty over there. Hell, you can say it’s not about me at all. I am in a tag match in the main event tonight. I am RIGHTFULLY in the main event tonight. But, I have to share the spotlight with Cordy and Owen? Don’t love it, mate. But, I do expect more from them than the last two partners I had. Yes I’m talking about you Mark and you Seth.

Ace finishes tying his right boot and stands up.

Ace Voltage: No, myself, Cordy, and Owen should have no problem getting rid of these chumps across the ring from us tonight. I mean, I can’t think of a less intimating group of people across the ring from us. Mighty Sparrow is a flash in the pan. Renegades of Funk? Really? Sure, they are all champions but they are not in our league. Myself, Cordy and Owen… we are the top wrestlers in this company. Total FGA royalty.

Ace walks over to the Pride championship.

Ace Voltage: See this right here? It means I am royalty here in FGA. Yes it is champions vs champions tonight, but what side are you willing to bet on? The three misfit idiots who aren’t in our league? Or the top three wresters in this company today. I usually don’t give compliments, but tonight I am in a team. Tonight, I give compliments.

Ace laughs to himself as he picks up the Pride championship.

Ace Voltage: And the thing is, Tyler Storm may finally be out of my life. Finally in the rear view mirror. Unless of course, he wants to lose to me one more time. But, that is a conversation for another night. Tonight it is about the Main Event. And I’m not just talking about myself. The fans get to see a treat tonight. Three of the best vs three of the worst. Pick your side, but just know my side is the right one.

Ace winks to the camera as he starts walking out of the locker room.

Ace Voltage: And your winners tonight… Ace, Cordy and Owen.

The camera fades to black.