Above & Beyond II

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Du Burns Arena
Baltimore, MD

Kevin Clement: Welcome FGA Nation to another Frontier Grappling Arts presentation! I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as my colleague Evan Grayson. And tonight we present to you Above & Beyond II! We are here at the Du Burns Arena in Baltimore, Maryland! Tonight, three FGA championships will be on the line! In our first title match of the night, it will be a 4 Corners Elimination Match as Chris Bond, Michael Tomkins, Andreas Lasiewicz and Michael Hopkins will battle it out over the vacant Pride Championship.

Evan Grayson: This match was originally supposed to be J.T. Cash defending his belt against Michael Tomkins. But that all changed when at FRONTIER vs FGA 2, Andreas Lasiewicz injured Cash and forced him to vacate his championship. Now, Andreas, Bond, and the man that beat Tomkins at the FRONTIER/FGA show, Michael Hopkins, will do battle!

Clement: In our second championship match of the evening, it will be a Scramble Rules Match for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship. The team of The Murder - Dom Harter and Malcolm Drake - will defend their gold against The Usual Suspects, Bad Attitude and Weather!

Grayson: Unlike the other championship match involving four competitors, this one is first fall to a finish. And with Scramble Rules in place, you don't need to tag in your partner. As soon as one grappler leaves or gets knocked out of the ring, another grappler from any team can step in. The action will be fast. It will be wild. But there can only be one winner!

Clement: Of course, our main event will feature Chris Q defending his FGA Heavyweight Championship against Bob Pooler and A.J. Fairchild in a Three Way Dance!

Grayson: With this one, it's elimination rules. Will Chris Q, the Big Bad of FGA successfully defend his belt once again? Can Bob Pooler reclaim The Muder's "property?" Or will Fairchild be able to ascend back to the top of the mountain and claim the top prize?

Clement: Of course, we also have the Frontier Lions Cup. Last year, it was A.J. Fairchild who won last year's tournament, then known as the New Frontiers Cup. We saw the wave that he rode after winning the tournament. Can this year's winner do the same?

Grayson: Well as long as they don't end up in the rut that A.J. is currently in, then they'll do alright for themselves. 16 grapplers were selected. 8 qualified. Tonight, those 8 will fight through three grueling rounds. All first round matches will have a 15 minute time limit. All semifinals matches will have a 30 minute time limit. And of course, the finals will have a 60 minute time limit. The winner could potentially be wrestling for nearly two hours, Kev! That's a lot of toll on a grappler's body.

Clement: But the end result will be worth it. Not only will they be crowned the 2013 Frontier Lions Cup winner, but they'll also become the mandatory #1 contender for the FGA Championship. Who is it going to be? We'll find out by the end of the night!

[FGA Office]

Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Kevin Hardaway vs. Wade Nolan

“Ungrateful” by Escape The Fate hits as out strolls Wade Nolan with a cocky grin on his face. Standing there Wade holds his arms out wide in a Jesus style pose before ignoring the boos as he walks to the ring. Once at the ring Wade doesn't bother walking up the steps but rather jumps up on the apron and enters the ring through the top and middle rope. Now in the ring he walks over to the turnbuckle climbing it and once again throwing his arms out wide in a Jesus style pose. The crowd react with yet another loud chorus of boos as Wade just has the cockiest of grins on his face.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introdu--

(Wade snatches the mic out of Cruz's hand. The crowd boos.)

Nolan: Tonight, three so-called "grapplers" will step into this ring against Wade Nolan. And they will all experience pain... for my gain!

(The crowd boos. But Wade pays them no mind.)

Wade: At the end of the night, I will be crowned the 2013 Frontier Lions Cup winner! And my road to glory starts right now, when I dismantle your hero, Kevin Hardaway!

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Hardaway's name).

Clement: Wade Nolan isn't doing himself any favors by disrespecting the hometown hero.

Grayson: Nolan doesn't have to endear himself to these fans. All he has to do is go out there and win. At the end of the day, that's the only thing that matters.

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Bro Hymn" by Pennywise flares up.

Cruz: And his opponent.... from BALTIMORE, MARYLAND!

The roof nearly blows off as strobe lights begin to go insane. When the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring.

Cruz: … weighing in at 229 pounds... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Clement: This crowd is hot for Baltimore's own, Kevin Hardaway! Talk about a home court advantage.

Grayson: You can call it an advantage, I call it a disadvantage. He's put way too much pressure on himself. He's invited his friends and family to this event. He's dedicated this event to his loved ones. He's even gone as far as refusing to lose. Well what happens when he loses right here and has nothing but egg all over his face? What then?

The bell sounds as Nolan runs over to clothesline Hardaway from behind. But Hardaway ducks the attack.

Clement: Nolan not wasting any time. But Hardaway's sees it coming a mile away.

When Nolan turns around, Hardaway lights him up with a series of right hands to the face. The crowd cheers. He then takes Nolan and goes for an irish whip. But Nolan reverses, sending Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Nolan throws a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Nolan throws a wild knife-edge chop. But again, Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Nolan down to cheers from the crowd with a cross body block.

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Nolan shoves Hardaway off of him.

Clement: And just like that, Nolan quickly powers out of the pin by Hardaway.

Grayson: I like the pace by both men. They know they have to work quick with this 15 minute time limit. Plus, if they make it all the way to the finals, they want as few miles on them as possible.

As Nolan gets up, Hardaway runs over and nails him with a kick to the midsection. He then steps back and unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the right calf of Nolan. The thud from each kick can be heard throughout the building.

Clement: Hardaway is hacking away at that leg of Nolan. He's trying to chop him down like a redwood tree.

After one last kick to the leg, Nolan collapses down to one knee to cheers from the crowd. After sizing him up, Hardaway unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Hardaway nearly knocks the air out of Nolan with the hard kicks. As Nolan grimaces in pain, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Nolan down with a Bakatare Sliding Kick to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Nolan gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: But not so fast! Nolan still has fight in him left.

Hardaway picks up Nolan and whips him into the ropes. Hardaway runs into the corner and connects with a Corner Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. He then slips down, grabs Nolan and goes for a running bulldog from out of the corner. But Nolan shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. But when Hardaway comes back, he knocks Nolan back down with a Rolling Koppu Kick. The crowd cheers. Hardaway picks Nolan back up and sends him into the ropes. When Nolan comes back, Hardaway turns him inside out with the Decap Lariat. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: What a lariat by Hardaway!

Grayson: I've never seen someone do that to Nolan!

Hardaway then heads back over, picks up a groggy Nolan and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. After pointing out to someone at ringside, Hardaway hoists up Nolan... and then throws him down to cheers from the crowd with the Williams Driver.

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"Bro Hymn" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, KEVIN HARDAWAY!

Hardaway points to a couple of people in the front row before getting his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And just like that, K-Hard picks up the quick victory and advances to the semifinals. one down, two to go!

Grayson: He got himself a quick win. And good for him. But the competition will only get harder. And the pressure to perform in front of his friends, family and neighbors will only get heavier and heavier on his shoulders...

[FGA Office]

The scene fades in to Sean Sands backstage, already dressed in his ring gear and waiting for his match up next. He is wrapping his wrists with black tape as he leans up against the white brick wall near him. He notices the camera and smirks, showing the fans that he has noticed the camera is on him.

Sean Sands: In just a few minutes, I go up against Johnny Blayze in the first round of the Frontier Lion's Cup tournament. Now, to say I am just gonna walk in and win like it's a piece of cake is an understatement. Blayze is a tough as nails son of a bitch. But, I'm tougher....

Sean finishes taping up his right wrist and begins working on his left, avoiding any eye contact with the camera.

Sean Sands: So, in a few minutes, I'll go to war with Johnny Blayze. I'll shed blood, sweat, and tears, and I will come out victorious. I will win and I will move on and I will win again, and again until I can hold that cup over my head and hear the people of Baltimore, Maryland chant my name.

Sean sticks his tongue out a little as he tries to fix the taping mistake on his left wrist, scratching away at the folded up tape.

Sean Sands: I am coming out as the victor tonight, and I'm not letting anyone stop me because I have to be the victor!

Sean now looks straight at the camera as he has finished taping up the left wrist, an intensity in his eyes.

Sean Sands: I need to be the victor! The fans deserve a man who can be their victor and that's me! A man whose loyalties have never wavered. A man whose never tried taking the shortcut or the easy way out. A man who respects them just like they respect him. I am that man and tonight, I will become Mr. FLC. See ya out there.

With that, Sean walks away from the scene, and the scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

[Previously Recored
Date & Time - Unknown
Location - Unknown]

((Static....we cut in on Johnny Blayze with his hood pulled over his head. He lowers it and begins to speak.))

Johnny Blayze: For weeks we've talked about all the injustices being perpetrated by FGA. And for weeks, nobody has heard the call. They've scoffed at us. Well scoff no more; for this is the calm before the storm. Casualties will be had... starting with FGA's very own Justice Young. A man we feel embodies many of the things wrong with FGA. Namely his unwavering loyalty to a promotion that has time and time again abused, harassed, and even embarrassed the man.

((The camera zooms out and we see Justice Young sitting in a chair between Blayze and Chaths who stand on either side of him. He looks perfectly fine and well, although a little shaken. It doesn’t help that Chaths’ arm is around his shoulder. In his other hand he firmly wields his tonfa, Sekhmet.))

Blayze: So Justice...what do you have to say for yourself? Do you not see the things you've had to bear witness to as of late or are you just as blind as the rest of the sheeple in FGA? Are you ready to embrace the hate and strike down against your oppressors?

Justice Young: While I agree that I haven't always been treated respectfully, it's all part of being the media. And while I have the floor, might I say how much I disagree with your methods. There's no reason things have to go like this. Come on, Johnny, you are better than this. I know it....everyone knows it. Take a look in the mirror and see if you really like what you see.

((Blayze calmly places a finger to Justice Young's lips, silencing the man.))

Blayze: Nothing stays the same. I admire your resolve...I truly do. But I also pity you for the scrutiny you've had to deal with recently. Unfortunately, that response of yours... isn't what we were hoping to hear.

((Chaths - whose hand has been on Justice's shoulder the entire time - adds pressure forcing the FGA's roving reporter to tense up immensely. Justice turns his head towards Chaths and immediately is smacked down with the tonfa. Chaths proceeds to beat him mercilessly with it. The screams are blood curdling.))

Blayze: This.... is what happens to infidels.

((Chaths grabs Justice by his collar and holds his bloodied face up to the camera. He then takes Sekhmet and wraps it around Justice’s throat. Justice tries to grab the tonfa, but Chaths immediately adds pressure. Blayze watches with amusement as Justice futilely gasps for air. His hands grip the tonfa tightly and, suddenly, not so tightly as Justice passes out. Chaths releases the pressure causing Justice’s unconscious body to fall to the floor. He stares at his handy work, then looks to Blayze who looks into the camera with a smug grin. ))

Blayze: Justice will learn to believe. As will all.

((Static))

[FGA Office]

Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Johnny Blayze vs. Sean Sands

As the opening beat of "We Can Make The World Stop" by Glitch Mob hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. The black curtains are opened and most of the fans can see a man standing behind them. Sean Sands, with his regular in-ring attire, steps out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio... weighing in at 209 pounds, SEAN SANDS!

He does not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making his way down the ramp. He high fives a few fans along the way and eventually pulls off his t-shirt and either tosses it into the crowd, or hands it to someone in the front row.

Clement: I cannot believe the madness we've just been informed of! That nutjob Johnny Blayze and his #1 disciple, Chaths, were the ones behind Justice Young's disappearence!

Grayson: Addition by subtraction if you ask me.

Clement: What? How could you say that!? He could be hurt right now? He probably is hurt! That's our colleague!

Grayson: Hey, better him than me. Heck, better him than either of us. Try and cheer up and look on the brightside for a change.

Clement: I can't believe you wou... and just what in the world is this?

The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Angel" by Massive Attack begins to play over the sound system. The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps Johnny Blayze and a man in a police uniform. Blayze and the man stand at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on. They then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon Blayze's face.

"You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love"

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring. The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hood.

"Her eyes
She's on the dark side
Neutralize
Every man in sight"

He then removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside.

"To love you, love you, love you ..."

Johnny Blayze begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to even acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring. The police officer follows him.

Clement:What in the world is this? Another one of Blayze's flunkies?

Grayson: Nope, it looks like a legtimiate officer of the law to me.

Clement: Oh give me a break!

Johnny Blayze stops in mid-aisle and talks with the cop before continuing to move forward towards ringside. Once he reaches the ringside area, Johnny Blayze proceeds to climb up on to the ring apron and into the ring. The police officer climbs the ring steps and enters behind him.

Clement: This man is about as shady as Blayze is.

Grayson: Blayze? Shady? I have no idea what you're even talking about.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Johnny Blayze grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and stands somewhat behind the police officer. The crowd chants “SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” and Johnny Blayze just sneers at them.

Blayze: Before we get this match started, there's a few things I want to say about my opponent, Mister Sean Sands.

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Sands' name.)

Blayze: We all know that he is a beloved father. And we also know that he has spent a substantial amount of time inside of a professional wrestling ring. We know these things because he reminds us of them every time he gets on a microphone or in front of a camera.

(The crowd boos. One person in the front row can be overheard, shouting, "FUCK YOU BLAYZE! SHUT UP!")

Blayze (to the crowd): I’m out here trying to clue you fools to the truth about Sean Sands and this is how you treat me?

(The crowd boos. Another member of the front row chimes in, "NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!")

Blayze: Ahem…as I was saying. There IS something that Sean never wanted people to know. Something he has been hiding the entire time he's been a professional wrestler.

Sean Sands is not as pure as he tells you all.

Grayson: Ha, I knew it!

Clement: What is he babbling on about?

Blayze: You see, prior to joining FGA, Sean Sands worked all over the country trying to make a name for himself including in a little company called Extreme Anarchy Wrestling. And it seems young Mister Sands suffered a bit of an injury during his time in EAW. So you might be asking yourself "what's this got to do with anything?"

It's plain and simple... since that time, Sean Sands has done some things that are questionable conduct in at least 15 different states.

Things that would make even Britney Spears and Amy Winehouse's crazy antics look like child's play.

All under the influence of hardcore narcotics.

(Sean Sands is livid across the ring at these clearly false accusations.)

Blayze: Which is why I took it upon myself to get Sean Sands the help that he deserves.

Sean, say hello to Officer Friedman of the Maryland State Police.

(In a flash, the police officer tasers Sean Sands, drops him to the mat, and puts him in handcuffs.)

(The crowd rains down deafining boos upon Blayze.)

Blayze: Office Friedman here is going to be escorting Sean Sands where he belongs… behind bars for violation of a few local and state statutes. Sean , I sure hope you said goodbye to your wife and kid before coming out here tonight because that's the LAST TIME you will ever see them for a LONG…LONG time.

(Sean Sands scrambles around and kicks in the air as Officer Friedman starts to drag him out of the ring.)

Blayze: Oh wait...I almost forgot. We still have a match to fight. Ref, ring the bell.

Johnny Blayze launches himself at Sands and pummels him while he is still handcuffed.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

The crowd continues to boos as Blayze puts the boots to Sands.

Clement: I can't believe this! Johnny Blayze brought out this fraud of a referee, only so he could get the jump on Sean Sands.

Grayson: Correction, Johnny Blayze was just trying to be a Good Smaritain.

Clement: Good Samaritain? That psycho doesn't have a decent bone in his body.

Blayze begins to taunt the crowd, practically begging the Baltimore natives to do something about it. He turns his attention back over to Sands. Blayze goes over and delivers a stomp to the back of the head. He then reaches down, picks up Sands and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Blazye turns Sands around and chokes him with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref goes over and gives Blayze until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Blayze let's go... only to luge forward and choke Sands again. The crowd boos...

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Blayze lets go. He takes Sands and whips him into the opposite corner. Blayze runs across the ring, hops onto Sands and monkey flips him from out of the corner. But Sands luckily lands on his feet to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Blayze gets up to his feet. But Sands is tripped up by Officer Friedman to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: See that right there? This nice man was just upholding the law.

Clement: Upholding my foot! He's as crooked as Blayze is.

Sands turns and yells at the Officer. While Sands is distracted, Blayze runs up from behind to attack him. But Sands turns around, ducks and back body drops Blayze over the top rope, sending him crashing down on Friedman to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no! That poor officer!

Sands rolls to the outside, reaches into Freidman's side pocket and uncuffs himself to cheers from the crowd. After picking up Blayze and rolls him back into the ring, Sands climbs up onto the apron and waits for him to get up. When Blayze gets up and turns around, Sands knocks him down with a springboard dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

Clement: Sands finally frees himself and hits a big time dropkick. But it only gets two...

Sands picks up Blayze, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He turns Blayze around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Blayze and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Sands charges across the ring, but Blayze catches him with an elbow to the face to boos from the crowd. As Sands turns and stumbles from out of the corner, Blayze goes to attack from behind. But Sands catches him with a Pele Kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Clement: Pele! Pele!

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Blayze kicks out.

Sands picks up Blayze and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Blayze bends over to set up a back body drop. Sands counters with a sunset flip. But Blayze rolls through it and counters with a dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Blayze picks up Sands and delivers a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Blayze approaches, Sands throws out a knife-edge chop. But Blayze brushes it off and rakes him across the eyes. He then takes Sands and whips him into the ropes. Blayze doesn’t wait for him to come back and runs across the ring as well. As soon as Sands bounces off the ropes, Blayze knocks him down with a spinning heel kick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Blayze picks up Sands and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor.

Grayson: Blayze is having his way with Sands in this match.

Clement: Well what did you expect after those cheap shots at the start of the match!?

As Sands slowly climbs back up onto the apron, Blayze runs into the corner and delivers a springboard rebound dropkick, knocking Sands off the apron and to the floor. The crowd boos.

Grayson: And down goes Sands. At this rate, Blayze has all but got this thing in the bag.

Blayze rolls to the outside and puts the boots to Sands. He then picks up Sands, rolls him back into the ring and then grabs him by his neck. After dragging Sands into position, Blayze delivers an apron-hung hangman's neckbreaker onto the floor. The crowd boos as Sands immediately clutches his neck in pain.

Grayson: I bet that hurt!

Grayson: Blayze wisely attacking the neck of Sean Sands. Sands may not have enough left in him to come back from that move.

Blayze picks up Sands, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover

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Sands gets his foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd. Blayze can be seen slapping the canvas in frustration.

Clement: Great ring awareness there by Sands.

Grayson: More like luck.

Blayze picks up Sands and delivers a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. After hooking his arm around his neck and one of his legs, Blayze lifts up Sands and plants him with a fisherman buster. The crowd boos as Blayze turns over and makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Blayze picks up Sands and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Sands stumbles back, Blayze grabs him and delivers a russian legsweep to boos from the crowd. Blayze rolls over and hooks the leg.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Blayze pushes his arm back down and makes the cover again.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Blayze pushes his arm back down and makes the cover again.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Enraged, Blayze mounts himself on top of Sands, grabs him by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Blayze has completely lost it. Oh what am I saying? He's been lost it! But he's losing his cool in this match.

Grayson: If I couldn't put away a pest like Sands, I'd be a bit peeved, too.

Blayze takes Sands and drags him by the hair into the corner. Blayze then picks up Sands, lifts him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up to the second ropes, Blayze grabs a hold of Sands and goes for a superplex. But Sands blocks the move. So Blayze tightens his grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Sands blocks the move. After stepping up onto the top ropes, Blayze goes for yet another superplex. But again, Sands blocks the move. After five punches to the ribs, Sands breaks free of Blayze and then shoves him off, sending Blayze falling back-first onto the canvas. The crowd cheers as Blayze arches his back in pain.

Grayon: Ah!

Clement: Blayze is down and he looks to be in incredible pain!

After standing up on the top ropes, Sands impatiently waits for Blayze to get up. When Blayze finally gets up and turns around, Sands leaps off and connects with a flying crossbody to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Blayze rolls through it and hooks the leg.

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THR-NO!

Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd!

Grayson: That little gnat!

Blayze picks him up, kicks him in the midsection and then drives him face-first into the mat with a sitdown faceslam. Blayze then heads into the corner. He pauses, taking a moment to scan the crowd and take in all the boos. But he doesn't let it rattle him. Blayze begins to climb the turnbuckles as the crowd boos even louder.

Grayson: Blayze of Glory?

Clement: It very well could be...

As Sands slowly gets up, Blayze backflips off the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Sands runs over, jumps up and spears Blayze out of mid air to cheers and applause from the crowd.
Blayze is curled up, clutching his midsection in pain while Sean holds the side of his neck.

Grayson: Poor Blayze...

Clement: Sands just countered the moonsault with a spear in mid air! But does he half enough left to make the cover?

After checking on both men, the ref starts his count.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Both men are still down and writhing in pain.

Ref: ….. FIVE ….. SIX.....

Blayze slowly turns over onto all fours as Sands begins to pull himself up using the ropes.

Ref: …........ SEVEN.................. EIGHT................

Sands runs over and nails Blayze with a right hand. But Blayze responds with a punch of his own. Sands comes back with another punch. Blayze responds with another right hand. Sands throws another punch. But Blayze blocks it and counters with one of his own. Sands throws another punch. But this time, Blayze ducks it and then counters with one of his own. He nails Sands with another right hand... and another... and another... and another. While Sands is dazed, Blayze runs into the ropes. But when he comes back, Sands knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. He collapses on top of Blayze and makes the cover,

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THR-NO!

Blayze gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd!

Clement: So close!

Sands picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Sands throws out the Sands Kick. But Blayze ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Sands goes for a running clothesline. But Blayze ducks, sending Sands over towards the ropes. Blayze stops dead in his tracks and turns around to cut off Sands. But he ends up turning right into the Lip Buster to cheers from the crowd. Sands then picks up Blayze, lifts him up and then quickly plants him with a brainbuster. The crowd cheers.

Sands gets up and points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. So Sands steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Sands reaches the top, he flips off and connects with the Sands Drop to cheers and applause from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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"We Can Make The World Stop" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SEAN SANDS!

Sands gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Sean Sands has done it! He overcame all of Blayze's shenanigans and came away with the victory.

Grayson: Yeah, but he meets Hardaway in the semis. And Hardaway is in much better shape than he is.

[FGA Office]

Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Alison James vs. Chaths

The opening to "Mandelbrot Set" by Jonathan Coulton hits the sound system and the fans start cheering. After a few moments, JC begins to sing and as he does, Alison James walks out onto the stage, carrying a clipboard and a yardstick. She moves to each side of the stage, grinning ear to ear while waving and pointing the yardstick at the fans, then returns to the middle of the stage before heading down the ramp.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, now residing out of New Haven, Connecticut by way of Panama City, Florida... weighing in at 125 pounds, ALISON JAMES!

As Ali reaches the ring, she slides her items into the ring before sliding inside herself, shifting her weight to her hands before leaning forward into a flip, landing perfectly on her feet. The crowd cheers as Ali moves to the nearest corner and points at the fans again. She drops off the corner and picks up her clipboard and yardstick, handing them off to the referee as her theme fades.

Clement: Alison James is looking to do her good friend Emily Corlen proud here. It was Corlen who stepped away from FGA and volounteered James to take her place. James was able to qualify for the tournament. But can she make it all the way to the end? Can she become the next Frontier Lions Cup champion?

Grayson: Gee, let me think...

The lights in the arena go of as the opening seconds of “Nibiru” by Ab-Soul begins to fill the venue. “Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Ancient ways of Sumerians. Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man. Uh, this is my Anunaki flow. Oh, this be my Anunaki flow. Yo, I got that Anunaki flow. You are now on Planet X. I’m the God, show your respect. Hiiipower.” The lights come on to reveil Chaths standing at the top of the ramp with his hooded, sleeveless trench coat on and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at 205 pounds... CHATHS!

Making his way down to the ring, Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. He uses the steps to enter the ring, stopping at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk before entering the ring through the top and second rope. He silently goes to his corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Chaths then places his tonfa in his corner. Hopping up to take a seat on top of the turnbuckle, he patiently waits for his opponent.

Clement: Chaths, Johnny Blayze's right hand man, has the chance to have Bloodbath & Beyond reprsented in the semis with a win over James.

Grayson: Chaths has a laser-like focus on the finals. And after the travesty that just happened moments ago, you don't think he'll win this whole thing for Bloodbath & Beyond and their movement?

The bell sounds as Chaths runs across the ring and goes for a clothesline. But James ducks the attack. When Chaths turns around, James lights up his chest with knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. While Chaths holds his chest in pain, James runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Chaths cuts her off with a running leg lariat to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: So much for that burst off offense.

Clement: Chaths caught her right in the face with that leg lariat.

Chaths stalks back over towards her before stomping away at her. He then reaches down, picks up James and applies a Muay Thai Clinch. As he moves her into the corner, he delivers alternating knee strikes to the face. After placing James in the corner, Chaths delivers a series of stiff forearms to the face to boos from the crowd. Chaths takes James and whips her into the opposite corner. He then runs across the ring and delivers a cartwheel into a jumping twisting enzuigiri. He then takes James and whips her back into the precious corner. Chaths runs back across the ring and connects with a running yakuza kick to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Ouch! He nearly knocked her beautiful face right off.

Chaths takes a groggy James, grabs her by her hair and leads her from out of the corner. He then positions himself from behind, hooks his arm around her neck and delivers a rolling cutter to boos from the crowd. Chaths runs his thumb along his throat before lifting James up and throwing her down with the End of Days to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover and presses his forearm across her jaw.

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THREE!

"Nibiru" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHATHS!

The ref goes to raise Chaths arm, but Chaths pulls his arm away. A nasty look from Chaths sends the ref scurrying to safety.

Clement: And much like Hardaway earlier, Chaths picks up the quick win. He'll face the winner of Johnny Karma and Alexia Brandt.

[FGA Office]

The cameras catch up with Alexis Prodigy behind the curtain. She is not in her wrestling gear but is instead a pair of jeans and a button up blouse. She is sitting up along the wall with a cigarette hanging from her mouth. Her head is down as she speaks.

Prodigy: You know. I think I have finally snapped. My home fed, the place I worked my ass off to get back into. The place where I met a nice boyfriend …it is gone within an instant. This place I made up to be some wrestling mecca, this place I threw in the FGA fan’s faces since I joined this hell hole because I pitied it, is now gone.

She pauses and looks up.

Prodigy: And now all I have left is this hell hole. Yes, I know I came in all goody two shoes, but guess what? I was being a pretentious bitch. I was being fake. I made more than the men headlining Above and Beyond tonight and I thought I could come in and feel superior. Now, I can’t even do that. Now I am stuck with you, FGA. You are all I got.

She takes a puff of her cigarette before speaking again.

Prodigy: All my hopes and dreams as Alexis are all gone with that heavenly dimension compared to …to …THIS PLACE! But guess what you bottom of the barrel, scum sucking, indy wrestling fans? You are stuck here with me now.

She flicks her cigarette into the wall.

Prodigy: R.I.P CRW. R.I.P an actual career in wrestling. R.I.P Alexis Prodigy!

She stands up and raises her eyebrow at the camera.

Prodigy: Welcome to the World, Sloane Atreyu. May it crumble in your hands.

[FGA Office]

Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Johnny Karma vs. Alexia Brandt

The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, at which point Cherry Baum appears by his side to present him to the crowd, before he starts to walk down to the ring.

Grayson: And here he comes. Mr Excitement! Mr. Entertainment. Mr. FWA!

Clement: Oh please...

Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, greeting his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring.

Grayson: can you believe that travesty that happened at FRONTIER vs FGA 2? They actually hired an imposter to play the role of Johnny Karma. Don't they know there's only one Karma!

Clement: You mean he got beaten by the better wrestler, Jay Pride.

Grayson: Hey, if that's the lie you want to tell yourself, then so be it. But people like me and Karma? We know the truth!

The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring. Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1.

Grayson: That's right, Johnny, you're my number one!

Clement: Enough with the Pom Poms, already!

Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiselled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down.

Cherry Baum: Making his first of three appearances on this show...hailing from Queens, NYC, and weighing in at a cool, calm and committed 23lbs – he is - SPOILER ALERT - the winner of the Frontier Lions tournament...he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Cherry steps aside and invites the crowd to cheer as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to remove his jacket, accepting the microphone from Cherry.

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...ladies.

Karma winks to the crowd

Johnny Karma: Tonight is the night where I am worth every cent of those tickets and more, as I wrestle three times, I have the three best matches on the show, and I win three times to become the Karmic Lion. So sit down, set your faces to "stunned", and let's get this show on the road!

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before running a hand through his well-maintained hair.

Grayson: Bravo! What a guy, huh?

Clement: Yeah, he's something else alright...

The strangled squeal of the opening violin and synth to Emilie Autumn’s “Fight Like a Girl” echo out of the PA system, accompanied by the lights around the entrance curtain flashing wildly, eventually steadying into a throbbing pulse to match the methodical opening lyrics.

As the first refrain kicks in, the smoke machine gives a single blast, creating a single cloud that Alexia Brandt quickly dissipates as she pulls apart the curtains, eliciting cheers from the crowd which she gladly returns with a cheer of her own. Pausing only for a moment she heads down the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands before reaching the ring, where she climbs onto the ring apron and hops over the top rope with a flourish.

Cruz: And introducing his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada... weighing in at 115 pounds... she is the “Third Wave Threat,” ALEXIA BRANDT!

Landing effortlessly on her feet, she moves to the middle of the ring and gives another cheer, raising up a fist while facing the hard camera before she heads for her assigned corner and goes through a series of pre-match stretches including a full standing splits on the turnbuckle which gets some appreciative cheers from the crowd, a response she accepts with a sheepish smile before continuing her warm up.

Clement: The "Third Wave Threat" is looking to get her groove back here in this match. It wasn't that long ago that she was poised to be one of the up and coming stars of FGA. But since mid-June, she hasn't performed to the same level that she had previously.

Grayson: Well that's because her past success was a fluke. Why else do you think she's performed like this as of late?

The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Brandt places Karma in a side headlock. But Karma is quick to use his strength advantage to shove Brandt off of him and into the ropes. When Brandt comes back, Karma grabs her by the back of the neck, runs and tosses her over the top rope and to the floor. After landing on her feet, one of Brandt's legs quickly buckle and she goes down.

Clement: Oh no!

Brandt can be seen clutching her left knee in pain as the crowd boos.

Clement: I think... I think she might be hurt.

Grayson: Are you kidding me? This woman is a world class gymnast, or so she wants us to think. You want me to believe this broad doesn't know how to land on her own two feet now?

Clement: That's uncalled for!

Karma is yelling at the ref to count her out. But the ref ignores him and instead, heads to the outside to check on Brandt.

Grayson: What is the ref doing? Count her out! I'll even start for him. One, two, TEN! Ring the bell!

Clement: Oh stop it...

As the ref checks on Brandt, Karma is growing more and more impatient. He finally decides he's had enough and heads to the outside.

Clement: Woah woah woah. Just what is Karma doing?

Grayson: What do you think he's doing? He wants to make sure she's not faking an injury.

Clement: Faking!?

Once outside the ring, Karma goes over and moves the ref of the way. The ref tells Karma that he has to check on Brandt. But Karma pays him no mind. He then crouches down and feigns sorrow over Brandt's apparent injury. He then stands up and extends a hand to Brandt.

Grayson: Wow, what a guy! Offering to help his opponent up!

Brandt looks up and is leery of trusting him. But Karma insists that he's going to help her up. Going against her better judgment, Brandt reaches up and grabs his hand. Karma slowly helps her back up to her feet. The crowd doesn't know what to make of this.

Clement: I don't believe what I'm seeing.

Grayson: See, what did I tell you? Johnny Karma is a class act.

The crowd begins to slowly cheer Karma as both he and the ref check on Brandt. But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Karma kicks her leg right out from under her.

Grayson: OOPS! Ha Ha ha!

Clement: That son of a... damn him!

The ref tries to hold Karma back, but Karma swats him away. He then proceeds to put the boots to Brandt's left leg. He then picks her up, rolls her back into the ring and then rolls himself back in. After draping her ankle across the middle rope, Karma delivers a jumping knee drop to the leg. The crowd boos as Brandt can be heard groaning in pain. Karma gets back up and delivers another jumping knee drop to the leg. A close up reveals Brandt cringing in pain. Karma looks over to Cherry and hold sup a finger. Cherry nods and encourages him to do one more.

Grayson: Yeah, Johnny. One more. One more!

Karma smiles as he gets back up and delivers a third jumping knee drop to the leg. The crowd boos as Karma takes Brandt, drags her back towards the center of the ring, spins around her left leg and then drops down, locking in a figure four leglock. Brandt immediately taps out from the pain, causing the crowd to boos even louder.

“When The Levee Breaks” blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner by submission, Johnny Karma

Cherry gets in the ring and raises Karma's hand in victory to boos from the crowd.

Grayson Bravo! Bravo! What are you sitting around for? Stand up and applaud that man!

Clement: That "man" attacked an injured woman. But there will be no injured opponents in the semis when he takes on someone just as deplorable as he is - Chaths.

[FGA Office]

[We’re taken into the back, down a couple of hallways and through a single swinging door, directly into what appears to be a locker-room. Sitting on a folding chair in the center of the showers is the battle-hardened veteran himself, Chris Bond. He’s dressed in his combat gear, sporting his new “FGA Proud” tee and looks to be ready to go for his upcoming Four Corners Elimination style match for the now vacant Pride Championship.

Sitting there, he stares intently at his knee, the brace not yet fully buckled up.

His hair is slightly wet, and the room is unlit. He’s focusing, readying himself mentally for his upcoming battle.]

Chris Bond: It was an embarrassment. More so a massacre than an all out war.
We waltzed into battle unprepared, and our Pride and arrogance were our own undoing.

[He shakes his head, barely looking up into the camera.]

Chris Bond: Tonight is the night we rewrite our history.

For too long, our glorious promotion has been the punch line to any FRONTIER joke. For too long has our roster been humbled by their iron fist on the wrestling circuit.

They call us backwater. They call us bush-league. Tonight… we prove them wrong.

[He places his hand across his knee, letting his fingers trace along the supports of the brace.]

Chris Bond: I’ve been through battles that marched across continents. I’ve been in some of the bloodiest and nastiest contests one could ever imagine. I’ve had my fair share of battle wounds, and I’ve come back. I always come back.

[His eyes shoot up, a venom behind his words.]

Chris Bond: I’ve been knocked down. I’ve been humbled, and I’ve seen my fair share of losses. But tonight, tonight is all about redemption. We’ve been kicked around and made to look weak, to look insignificant, to look second-rate. We’ve had our champions broken, and our spirit has been dented. But what they will fail to do, what they will not succeed in accomplishing is taking our Pride.

[He leans forward, snapping each of the three buckles into place on his knee brace. He stands, and slowly raises his head. A few droplets of water running down his forehead and over his eyebrows, dripping to the floor below.]

Chris Bond: Tonight is the night that we, Nation, we show these FRONTIERsmen what it means to be Proud. And tonight I make sure, I make damn sure that the Pride Championship remains where it shall always remain… in the hands and in the heart of the FGA Nation. Tonight, we introduce our guests to something a little foreign to them: humility.

Tonight, we show them what it means to be FGA Proud.

[He nods to himself, taking his right fist and beating it across his chest three times, emphasizing the words across his shirt. He takes a few steps forward, walking out of the shot. The sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the empty shower area. The camera focuses in on the chair, a single t-shirt draped across the back. Upon further inspection, the dark green tee features the face of JT Cash, the former Pride Champion.]

[FGA Office]

The footage suddenly cuts out to be replaced with the sight of static and the loud, deafening sound of the white noise. It slowly begins to fade out to a darkened room, presumably within this very same arena. The stone walls are damp and there is a light hissing of hot air and pipes, possibly signifying that we are now in the boiler room. Upon a small wooden table are numerous objects, all illuminated by a small, cheap looking white lamp that is suddenly flicked on. A voice strikes up, one all too familiar for the viewers at home.

Lasiewicz: Dobry wieczor… As you all know who I am, and you all know what I can do… I shall spare the introductions and the long list of titles I have acquired. You know why I am here, you know what match I am participating in and you certainly know what my intensions are… Or do you?

Andreas shrugs before lighting up one of his customary cigarettes. He is clad in his crimson and gold ‘Morning Star’ attire that he has made infamous in EXODUS Pro, as opposed from the red, white and blue he wore at the last FGA event.

Lasiewicz: You see, I’m not just an ordinary, run of the mill invader from Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. I am not the traditional sort who has merely come to lay ruin to your roster and embarrass your little company as a whole. I feel you have done enough of that over the years anyway. I am here… to perform a test, a scientific experiment… so to speak. I have come here to take away your Pride championship as a means to seeing the aftermath, witnessing how you react to being placed in such a predicament. How will the roster react? How will management react? How will the overweight, obnoxious, deluded fan base react? This intrigues me greatly.

He picks up an item from the table, a cheap looking brown paper bag most would find at any convenience store.

Lasiewicz: How would they react if I took said title, placed here in a brown paper bag and walked away with it. How would they react if I brought it to FRONTIER? How would they react if I showed up in either GDW or EXODUS Pro with said belt in said paper bag? How would you react if I showed up in FRONTIER holding that belt and renaming it the Pro Wrestling FRONTIER ‘Pride of Britain’ Championship? That’s a little thought that is crossing my mind as of late. How would you feel about that one? Anger? Fury? Sorrow? Despair? We shall all see, won’t we?

He drops the bag back onto the table before blowing a grey mist towards the scree, blurring the camera lens with fog.

Lasiewicz: And to my opponents… you will never learn, you will never progress… you will never win. It was quite sensible of Tomkins and Bond to barely mention me, not to egg me on and fuel the flames of ferocity. Hopkins, however, was rather stupid in that department; even going to twitter once he viewed my production. You see, Hopkins was the only one dumb enough to open his mouth about me, whilst the others simply concentrated on each other. Silly really… But they will see, they will learn… Education is on the horizon…

Andreas then spells out the letters ‘GoW’ with his fingers as if he was drawing it on a piece of paper.

Lasiewicz: And by the way Hopkins, you wish to call the fastest rising and most powerful faction in wrestling the, what was it? Godmothers of Wrestling? Oh… I am sooooo offended by that little kindergarten insult. Oh it burns me to the very core. How old are you again? No matter… If that is the way you want it, so be it. Tonight I’ll be like your Fairy Godmother and you can be Cinderella! And the clock is striking midnight and all your gifts and all that magic has run out. No glass shoes, no pumpkin carriage, no majestic horses carrying you down for your entrance. You will receive no riches, ‘Cindy’. You are returning to rags and I will strike you down and leave you bloody and broken in that ring alongside FGA’s ‘Ugly Sisters’. Haha… No Prince Charming for you, Taffy… You will only bear witness to the “Morning Star” of the wrestling world… And your new Pride Champion...

He lets out a maniacal laugh as he wraps up his speech.

Lasiewicz: And by the way, one; I don’t eat lamb and two; why the hell did you admit to having sex with sheep on social media? What is wrong with you?

Static

[FGA Office]

4 Corners Elimination Match for the Pride Championship
Chris Bond vs. Michael Tomkins vs. Andreas Lasiewicz vs. Michael Hopkins

"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights around the entrance go out. When they come up, Michael Tomkins stands still wearing his black leather jacket with the words "3 Seconds" embroided on the back. Looking from left to right, an arrogant smile crosses his face in reception to the crowd's boos.

Cruz: The following contest is a 4 Corners Elimination Match. And it is for the Pride Championship! Introducing first, from London, England... weighing in at 225 pounds... he "The Rogue" MICHAEL TOMKINS!

He milks in the negative response, before heading down to the ring. Timmy Brown then appears from behind the curtain, to an even more intense chorus of boos which he ignores, heading briskly to the ring. Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising one arm, holding up three fingers. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

Clement: Michael Tomkins was supposed to only be facing J.T. Cash for the Pride Championship. But after the events of FRONTIER vs FGA 2, Cash is out and now he finds himself against triple the amount of opponents.

Grayson: Which is completely unfair, might I add. Cash should have just forfeited the belt over to Tomkins. He knew he couldn't best Tomkins one on one. So he decided to screw him over and vacate the belt instead of forfeiting it.

Clement: Suuuuuuuure...

The lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Krakow, Poland... weighing in at 257 pounds... he is "The Polish Spirit" ANDREAS LASIEWICZ

As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers.

Clement: And here's the main responsible for this change, Andreas Lasiewicz. One half of the Godfathers of Wrestling. Currently one half of the EXODUS Pro Tag Team Champions. This man could very well be bringing another championship to his collection.

Grayson: Can, and will. He's the most decorated man in this thing. And he will break the competition, just like he did that twig J.T. Cash.

“Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons plays to boos from the crowd. Through the curtain steps Michael Hopkins to a negative reaction from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some of the FRONTIER fans in the front row.

Cruz: And their opponent, from Cardiff, Wales... weighing in at 240 pounds... he is "The Welsh Dragon" MICHAEL HOPKINS!

Clement: Michael Hopkins, the man who defeated Michael Tomkins in impressive fashin two weeks ago, now finds himself here in an FGA ring.

Grayson: I'll admit that he got one over on Tomkins. But he won't get one over on the Silver Eagle.

"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down.

Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas... weighing in at 238 pounds... CHRIS BOND!

Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

Clement: The legend, Chris Bond, makes his triumphant return to the ring. And these people are hanging from the ceiling in excitement over the Battle Hardened vet.

Grayson: Are you kidding me? What grounds does he have for even being in this thing? At least Hopkins defeated the #1 contender. At least Andreas crippled the champion. Why is Bond here? Because he has a good story? PUH-LEESE!

The bell sounds as Tomkins gets in the middle of the ring. He begins point and yelling all three of his opponents to boos from the crowd. While Tomkins is still running his mouth, Lasiewicz runs over and clocks him with a right hand, knocking him down to the canvas. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Cruz: Michael Tomkins has been ELIMINATED!

The crowd cheers upon hearing the announcement of Tomkins' quick elimination. Lasiewicz then picks up Tomkins, runs and flings him over the top rope and to the floor.

Clement: And there goes Tomkins!

Lasiewicz turns and sees Bond stepping into the ring to cheers from the crowd...

The two veterans step back before circling the ring. They then head towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, they push each other back. They then lunge forward, engaging in another collar and elbow tie-up. After jockeying for position, they shove each other back again. They then motion for another lock up. But Lasiewicz ducks underneath, swings around and applies a waistlock from behind. Bond reaches down, pries Lasiewicz's arms from around his waist and reverses into an arm wringer. The crowd cheers. As Bond wrings the arm again, the ref asks Lasiewicz if he wants to give up. But Lasiewicz refuses to quit, causing Bond to yank his arm to cheers from the crowd. Bond delivers another arm wringer, but Lasiewicz quickly grabs Bond by the wrist and performs an arm wringer of his own. The crowd boos. He then transitions into a top wristlock, bringing Bond down to one knee.

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. After Bond shakes his head from side to side, Lasiewicz applies more pressure to the hold, causing Bond to cringe in pain. Again, the ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But again, Bond refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, gets up to his feet, swats Lasiewicz's arm from off of him and follows up with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Lasiewicz gets back up, but Bond knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Lasiewicz gets up, Bond grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Lasiewicz comes back, Bond goes for a hip toss. But Lasiewicz steps through it and throws Bond down with a hip toss of his own. The crowd boos. Bond gets up, but Lasiewicz throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. Bond gets back up, but Lasiewicz sends him back down with another Japanese arm drag. Lasiewicz quickly transitions over into a shoulderlock.

Clement: Nice bit of mat wrestling there by the two vets. But Lasiewicz gets the upperhand.

Grayson: Try not to sound too surprised.

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up, but Bond refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Bond moves Lasiewicz into the ropes. He then shoves Lasiewicz off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Lasiewicz comes back, Bond knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. He then runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Lasiewicz turns over onto his stomach. After Bond hops over him and runs into the ropes, Lasiewicz pushes himself back up to his feet. When Bond comes back, Lasiewicz goes for a hip toss. But Bond steps through it and throws him down with a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers. Lasiewicz gets back up, but Bond throws him down with an arm drag of his own. The crowd cheers. Lasiewicz gets back up, but Bond sends him back down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers as Bond transitions into a shoulderlock. Lasiewicz slaps the canvas in frustration.

Clement: And my how quickly the tables turn as Bond now is now in control.

Grayson: For now, Kev. For now. Don't get too cocky.

The ref asks Lasiewicz if he wants to give up, but the Silver Eagle refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he moves Bond into the ropes. He then shoves Bond off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Bond comes back, Lasiewicz goes to knock him down with a standing shoulderblock, but Bond stays on his feet to cheers from the crowd. After Lasiewicz looks him up and down, Bond points to the ropes, practically daring Lasiewicz to do it again. So Lasiewicz obliges. Hopkins reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Lasiewicz comes back, Bond goes for a clothesline. But Lasiewicz ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond turns around, Lasiewicz hangs onto the ropes. Just then, Hopkins comes from behind and knocks him down with a springboard dropkick to the back. The crowd boos as Hopkins turns over Bond and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Bond kicks out.

Clement: Hopkins only gets two...

Grayson: But what a great strategy it was by The Welsh Dragon. He played Bond like a drum.

Hopkins picks up Bond and places him in a side headlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. He then lifts up Hopkins for a belly to back suplex. But Hopkins rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and quickly reapplies the side headlock. The crowd boos. After delivering three forearms to the ribs, Bond shoves Hopkins off of him and into the ropes. When Hopkins comes back, he slides through Bond's legs. When Bond turns around, Hopkins runs over and goes for a kick to the midsection. But Bond catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. Hopkins goes to counter with an enzuigiri. But Bond ducks. He then pulls Hopkins up by the back of his tights, grabs him around the wast and delivers a bridging german suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Hopkins gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Hopkins and brings him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Hopkins and whips him into the opposite corner. Bond charges across the ring, but he runs right into a boot to the face from Hopkins to boos from the crowd. As Bond stumbles back, Hopkins lunges from out of the corner and knocks him down with a Superman Punch. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: POW! Down goes Bond! Down goes Bond!

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Bond kicks out.

Grayson: What!?

Hopkins picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Hopkins throws out a clothelsine. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Hopkins knocks him down with a running single leg dropkick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Hopkins picks up Bond, only to snapmare him over. He then unleashes a series of stiff shoot kicks to the back. The crowd boos as Bond can be seen arching his back in pain. He then presses Bond down against the canvas and makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Hopkins picks up Bond, wrings his arm and brings him over towards the corner. He then reaches his free hand out, looking to tag in Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz cocks his eyebrow, unsure of if he can trust Hopkins. Lasiewicz goes against his better judgement and tags himself in.

Clement: What in the world is this?

Grayson: It looks like these two are going to use strength in numbers to eliminate Bond.

Clement: They can't do that. This isn't a handicap match.

Grayson: It mind as well be...

The crowd boos as Lasiewicz gets in and nails Bond with a hard shot to the ribs. He then delivers a stiff forearm strike to the face, sending Bond stumbling into the ropes. Lasiewicz sizes up Bond before delivering a hard knife-edge chop to the chest. He then reaches his arm back before delivering another hard chop to the chest. The impact from the chop echoes throughout the building. He then takes Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Lasiewicz bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond hops over him and runs into the ropes. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Hopkins nails Bond with a gamengiri kick to the back of the head. As Bond stumbles away from the ropes, Lasiewicz knocks him down with a Polish Hammer. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Bond gets the shoulder up. But that was a blatant cheap shot from Hopkins.

Grayson: Cry me a river, Kev.

Lasiewicz pushes his arm back down and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Lasiewicz pushes his arm back down and hooks the leg.

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Bond kicks out.

Out of frustration, Lasiewicz begins to rake his forearm hard across Bond's face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There you go, Lasiewicz, get him!

Clement: I can't believe you're cheering for a FRONTIER wrestler.

Grayson: Hey, at least Lasiewicz wrestled. Where was Bond? In the middle of another bender?

Lasiewicz picks up Bond, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Bond around, Lasiewicz delivers a series of European Uppercuts that nearly knock Bond's head off. The crowd boos as Lasiewicz scans the crowd with a look of disgust. He then takes Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. Lasiewicz runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow from Bond to cheers from the crowd. As Lasiewicz stumbles back, Bond runs from out of the corner. But he runs right into another European Uppercut, sending him stumbling back into the corner. The crowd boos as Lasiewicz runs into the corner and connects with a running European Uppercut, sending Bond slumping down in the corner. Lasiewicz then quickly runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nearly kicks Bond's face off with a running facewash. The crowd boos as Lasiewicz drags Bond from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Lasiewicz looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers. But the ref disagrees and tells him that it was only a two count.

Clement: Bond just barely getting his shoulder up in time.

Lasiewicz sits up Bond and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. So Lasiewicz jerks back on the chin, sending a jolt of pain up and down his spine. Bond can be seen cringing in pain as the crowd boos.

Grayson: Throw in the towel. Give up. It's bad enough you've been slapped across the ring. Just save face and call it quits.

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But again, Bond refuses to quit. So Lasiewicz jerks back again, causing Bond to groan in pain. While Bond appears helpless, the crowd begins to rally behind the Battled Hardened vet.

Clement: This crowd now starting to get behind Bond. They don't want him to quit. And Bond doesn't want to quit, either.

Crowd: LET'S GO BOOOOOND, LET'S GO! (clap-clap) LET'S GO BOOOOOND, LET'S GO! (clap-clap) LET'S GO BOOOOOND, LET'S GO! (clap-clap)

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But once again, Bond refuses to quit. He begins to feed off the energy of the crowd, shaking his fists as he tries to power out of the move. He slowly turns over onto his knees to cheers from the crowd. Lasiewicz begins to shake his head in disbelief as Bond gets up to his feet. He nails Lasiewicz with an elbow to the midsection. Bond then delivers another elbow.... and another.... and another. With the hold now broken, Bond delivers a knife-edge chop, followed by a jab. He then delivers another knife-edge chop, followed by a jab. He then takes Lasiewicz and goes for an irish whip. But Lasiewicz reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Lasiewicz throws him down with a spinning spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He says “that's it!” before making the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What!?

Cement: He got the shoulder up!

Frustrated, Lasiewicz picks up Bond and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then steps through the ropes, walks across the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. As Bond gets up, Lasiewicz reaches the top turnbuckle. When Bond turns around, Lasiewicz leaps off and goes for a diving Polish Hammer. But Bond counters with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over to cheers from the crowd. He then grabs Lasiewicz and delivers a russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers as Bond rolls over on top of him and hooks the leg.

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Lasiewicz gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Bond picks up Lasiewicz and goes for an irish whip. But Lasiewicz reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. Hopkins cheap shots Bond again, this time with a knee to the small of the back. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers once Bond turns, darts over and knocks Hopkins off the apron with a right hand. But the cheers turn back to boos as Lasiewicz knocks him down with a running double ax handle to the back of the neck.

Lasiewicz brings Bond back towards the center of the ring. He hooks his arms for a butterlfy suplex. But Bond counters with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Lasiewicz gets up, but Bond knocks him down with a right hand. Lasiewicz gets up, but Bond knocks him right back down wit a right hand. As Lasiewicz gets up, Bond kicks him in the midsection, grabs him and then tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. After reaching through the ropes and grabbing Lasiewicz, Bond drags him into position across the middle rope. He looks around as the crowd cheers. Bond smiles and nods his head before planting Lasiewicz with the Rejection.

Clement: DDT! He's got him right where he wants him, Evan. You know what comes next...

Grayson: No, no, no...

Bond stands in the middle of the ring and crouches down. He waits impatiently for Lasiewicz to get up. Just then, Hopkins climbs back up onto the apron. But Bond runs over and knocks him off with a running elbow strike to cheers from the crowd. A different camera shot shows Lasiewicz pulling himself up using the ropes. But when he turns around, he turns right into a kick to the midsection from Bond, followed by the End of Days. The crowd cheers as Bond makes the cover.

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Cruz: Andreas Lasiewicz has been ELIMINATED!

The crowd cheers upon the announcement of the elimination. As soon as Bond gets up, he gets taken right back down by Hopkins, who locks in a crossface to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Yeah!

Clement: Crossface! Hopkins has the crossface applied!

Grayson: And he didn't waste any time. he pounced right on Bond!

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. So Hopkins pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

Grayson: Come on Bond, quit. We won't think any less of you. Where you currently are, it's impossible to think any less of you.

Clement: Oh put a sock in it!

Grayson: In where? Bond's mouth to stop him from screaming? Sure thing...

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But again, Bond refuses to quit. So Hopkins repeatedly jerks back, causing Bond to groan in pain.

Clement: Hopkins is trying as hard as he can to make Bond tap out. But Bond will not give in to the pain.

Bond is then somehow able to roll over, pinning Hopkins to cheers from the crowd.

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Hopkins kicks out.

As both men get up, Hopkins nails Bond with a right hand. Bond comes back with one of his own. Hopkins nails Bond with a right hand. Bond nails him with one of his own. Hopkins throws another right hand. But Bond blocks it and counters with one of his own. Hopkins throws another right hand. But again, Bond blocks it and counters with one of his own. He nails Hopkins with another right hand... and another... and another. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Hopkins knocks him down with Sweet Dreams. He turns Bond over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Hopkins picks up Bond and whips him into the corner. He runs across the ring and connects with a running forearm strike to boos from the crowd. He then takes Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. Hopkins runs across the ring and goes for another running forearm strike. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Hopkins to connect with nothing but the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And nobody's home as Bond wisely moves out of the way.

As Hopkins stumbles back, Bond grabs him and goes for a release german suplex. But Hopkins is able to flip over Bond's back and land on his feet. When Bond gets up and turns around, Hopkins charges back at him. But Bond ducks the incoming attack, lifts Hopkins up and drops him with a flapjack across the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Hopkins stumbles to the canvas. Bond crawls over and makes the cover.

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Hopkins gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Phew!

Bond picks up Hopkins and goes for an irish whip. But Hopkins reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Hopkins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond counters with a jumping faceplant to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Hopkins and tosses him through the ropes. After grabbing Hopkins and dragging him into position across the middle rope, Bond plants him with the Rejection to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: DDT! You know what's next!

Bond heads towards the center of the ring and waits impatiently for Hopkins to get up.

Grayson: Don't get up, Hopkins. Stay down!

After Hopkins pulls himself up using the ropes and turns around, he turns right into a kick to the midsection from Bond. Bond sets him up for the End of Days. But Hopkins blocks the move and counters with a release northern slights suplex to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What a counter!

As Bond gets up, Hopkins goes over to attack. But Bond quickly rolls him up with Misery to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Ah! No!

Clement: Rolling knee bar! He's got it applied!

Hopkins can be heard groaning in pain as Bond cracks away on the leg. But Hopkins quickly reaches over and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Bond reluctantly breaks the hold. As he goes to pick up Hopkins, Hopkins rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd. The ref reprimands him for using the illegal strike. But Hopkins pays him no mind. He goes over, picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Hopkins goes for back body drop. But Bond slips down from behind, turns Hopkins around and scoops him up onto his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Hopkins repeatedly elbows Bond in the side of the head. He then slips down from behind, jumps up and delivers a backstabber to boos from the crowd. Bond cringes as he arches his back in pain.

Clement: Timely counter there by Hopkins. But can he build off of it?

Grayson: Oh course he can!

Hopkins picks up Bond, wraps his arms around his waist and then rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Bond arches his back in pain. He then takes Bond, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Hopkins then begins to climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. After pulling Bond up onto the top turnbuckle, Hopkins steps up onto the top ropes, grabs Bond and delivers an avalanche C-4 to boos from the crowd. Hopkins makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Bond gets his shoulder up! I don't know how he did it, but Bond got his shoulder up!

After slapping the canvas in frustration, Hopkins picks up Bond, lifts him up, runs into the corner and throws him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, Hopkins goes for a superplex. But Bond blocks the move. he then punches Hopkins in the ribs, breaking the hold. After standing up on the top rope, he hooks Hopkins' arm, jumps off and plants him with a diving pedigree to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Drunk Driver! Drunk Driver! This could be it!

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Clement: He's done it! Bond has done it!

"You Know My Name" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the new Pride Champion, CHRIS BOND!

The ref goes over and hands Bond the Pride Championship. Bond drops to his knees as he clutches the championship. He then kisses the belt before getting back to his feet, walking into the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and raising the belt to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Bond is a champion again! Chris Bond is a champion again! This man represents everything that belt stands for. And I couldn't think of a better champion. He fought for FGA's Pride. He fought against some of the best FRONTIER could bring. And he came out on top. Congrats, Chris, you've earned it!

Grayson: I think I'm going to be sick...

[FGA Office]

10.26.13
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA

[FGA Office]

Semifinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Kevin Hardaway vs. Sean Sands

As the opening beat of "We Can Make The World Stop" by Glitch Mob hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. The black curtains are opened and most of the fans can see a man standing behind them. Sean Sands, with his regular in-ring attire, steps out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Semifinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio... weighing in at 209 pounds, SEAN SANDS!

He does not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making his way down the ramp. He high fives a few fans along the way and eventually pulls off his t-shirt and either tosses it into the crowd, or hands it to someone in the front row.

Clement: Sean Sands gets a warm welcome from this Baltimore crowd. But the roof is going to blow off this place when Kevin Hardaway steps back through those curtains.

Grayson: Yes it will. If Sands wants to advance, he has to stay focused. This crowd will be solidly behind Hardaway. But he can't let that fact get in his head.

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Bro Hymn" by Pennywise flares up.

Cruz: And his opponent.... from BALTIMORE, MARYLAND!

The roof nearly blows off as strobe lights begin to go insane. When the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring.

Cruz: … weighing in at 229 pounds... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Clement: Hardaway finished off Wade Nolan in short order. Sands not only had a tough opponent in Johnny Blayze, but he was the victim of that cheap shot from earlier.

Grayson: Oh, you mean when he was handcuffed and tased? That officer was just doing his job.

Clement: I bet he was...

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They then lock up. After jockeying for position, Hardaway moves Sands into the ropes. The ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Both men make a clean break. After circling the ring, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Sands moves Hardaway into the ropes. The ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Both men make a clean break. After circling the ring, they go for a lock up. But Hardaway steps back and calls for a test of strength. Sands looks up at Hardaway's hand, then back at his face.

Sands looks up and slowly begins to lock hands with Hardaway. They then lunge forward. After jockeying for position, Hardaway begins to move Sands back. Sands bridges back, preventing his entire body from hitting the canvas. Sands then begins to battle back. He then bridges back up, hops onto Hardaway's thighs and delivers a monkey flip. While both men still have their hands locked, Sands rolls over and places his knees across Hardaway's shoulders, pinning him.

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Hardaway gets his right shoulder up.

Sands quickly presses the shoulder back down.

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Hardaway gets his left shoulder up.

Again, Sands presses the shoulder down.

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Hardaway shoves Sands from off of him.

As both men get up, Hardaway runs over towards Sands. But Sands throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Hardaway quickly reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Sands is able to escape with a kip up. When Hardaway gets up, Sands runs over to attack him. But Hardaway throws him down with a side headlock takeover of his own. Sands reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Hardaway is able to escape with a kip up. As both men scramble around, they turn to each other with raised fists. Cheers and applause can be heard from the crowd.

Clement: This early goings of this match appear even as hardaway or Sands can gain the advantage.

Grayson: What they need to do is low blow the other man. Rake his eyes. Gouge his eyes. Stomp on his foot. Something!

After circling the ring, they lock up. Hardaway quickly places Sands in a side headlock. But Sands shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he knocks down Sands with a running shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Sands gets back up to his feet. When Hardaway comes back, Sands leap frogs over him. Hardaway continues to run into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Sands goes for a hip toss. But Hardaway steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But Sands steps through that and counters with a monkey flip to cheers from the crowd. As both men get up, Sands runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. Hardaway gets back up, but Sands knocks him back down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. When Hardaway gets back up, Sands runs over, jumps up, and brings him down with a headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Sands picks up Hardaway and places him in a side headlock. But Hardaway shoves Sands off of him and into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Sands hangs onto the top rope. Hardaway sees this, so he charges over at Sands. But Sands ducks the oncoming charge and dumps Hardaway over the top rope. Hardaway is able to land safely on the apron. And when Sands turns around, Hardaway lunges through the ropes and nails him with a shoulder thrust. While Sands is doubled over, Hardaway goes to slingshot himself over the top rope for a sunset flip. But while Hardaway is in mid-air, Sands quickly hops through the ropes. After Hardaway rolls over and gets up to his feet, he turns around. But he turns right into a springboard dropkick from Sands. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Clement: Sands only gets a two count. But he's starting to build up some momentum in this match by using his speed and agility to his advantage.

Sands picks him up and wrings his arm. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. So Sands wrings his arm again. The crowd cheers as Hardaway cringes in pain. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But again, Hardaway refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers as Hardaway repeatedly tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. Sands then drops down to one knee as he cringes in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Sands refuses to quit. He then performs a handstand, grabs Hardaway and reverses into an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers.

Sands wrings the arm again. But Hardaway quickly grabs Sands by the wrist and performs an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. Sands then runs into the corner, runs up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off to go for a flying arm drag. But Hardaway yanks him down to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Hardaway transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Sands if he wants to give up, but Sands refuses to quit.

Grayson: You see that? Sands tried to take it to the air, but Hardaway yanked him right back to the ground. That's what Hardaway needs to do to win this. Ground Sands and wear him down.

After battling his way back up to his feet, Sands moves Hardaway into the ropes. He then shoves Hardaway off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Sands goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Hardaway flips over the knee and counters with a school boy.

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Sands kicks out.

As both men get up, Hardaway throws out a roundhouse kick. But Sands ducks. He then grabs Hardaway from behind and lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. But Hardaway rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and shoves Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a shuffle sidekick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Clement: Hardaway only gets two. I'm surprised Sands wasn't knocked out by that hard kick.

Hardaway picks up Sands and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Sands, whips him into the opposite corner and follows him across the ring. But Sands runs up the turnbuckles, back flips off the top turnbuckle and lands on his feet. After Hardaway turns around and runs towards the center of the ring, Sands knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Sands picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he knocks Hardaway down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Sands picks up Hardaway, only to quick turn him around and bring him down with a backslide.

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Hardaway kicks out.

As both men get up, Sands quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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Hardaway kicks out.

As both men get up, Sands grabs Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he jumps, turns and rolls up Hardaway with a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers....

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Hardaway kicks out.

Clement: And again, Sands can only get two.

Grayson: True, but I like what he's doing. He's not wasting time. He's trying to end this thing right now.

As both men get up, Hardaway quickly nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He then delivers a European Uppercut, sending Sands stumbling into the corner. After heading into the corner, Hardaway takes Sands and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway charges across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Hardaway stumbles back, Sands turns and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But Hardaway runs over and shoves Sands off, sending him crashing against the barricade to cheers from the crowd. A shot to the outside shows Sands holding his upper chest in pain.

Grayson: And down goes Sands!

Clement: He looks to be hurt, Evan.

As Hardaway circles the ring, Sands is shown slowing picking himself up on the outside. When Hardaway sees this, he runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs forward, dives through the ropes and knocks Sands back with GTFO~!. Sands bounces off the barricade and falls to the floor as the crowd cheers.

Crowd: K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD!...

While Sands is down, Hardaway makes his way around ringside and asks the timekeeper to get up.

Grayson: What is he doing? Now is no time for a rest.

Once he does, Hardaway takes the chair and places it in a corner next to the barricade. He then heads over, picks up Sands, brings him back over and pushes him down into the chair. After delivering a hard right hand to the face, Hardaway walks all the way down to the opposite side.

Clement: Uh oh. I think I know what's coming next...

He raises a finger in the air to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway then turns, runs over and nails Sands with a running yakuza kick to the face. The crowd cheers. Hardaway then takes a dazed Sands and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Hardaway makes the cover.

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Sands grabs the bottom rope.

Clement: Sands bails himself out by getting his foot on the bottom rope.

Hardaway picks up Sands and shoves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then brings Sands from out of the corner and snapmares him over. Hardaway then runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he connects with the Bakatare Sliding Kick to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

As Hardaway picks up Sands, Sands shoves Hardaway off of him. Hardaway comes back and throws out the Decap Lariat, but Sands ducks. When Hardaway turns around, Sands connects with the pele kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Clement: Pele! Pele!

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Only two, though...

Sands picks up Hardaway and whips him hard into the corner. As Hardaway stumbles back, Sands runs over towards the ropes and goes for the Lip Buster. But Hardaway rolls underneath it. When Sands lands on the canvas and turns around, Hardaway knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Hardaway picks up Sands and whips him into the corner. Hardaway runs across the ring. But Sands side steps, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the top turnbuckle. As Hardaway stumbles back, Sands climbs up to the top turnbuckle and back flips off, connecting with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: How did he get his shoulder up?

Clement: I have no idea...

Sands picks up Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Hardaway bends over to set up a back body drop. Sands flips over him and tries to pull him down by the legs for a sunset flip. But Hardaway counters with a diving double foot stop to the chest. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Sands and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Sands stumbles back, Hardaway knocks him don with KTFO~! to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Sands just barely gets his shoulder up!

Hardaway picks up Sands, brings him into the corner and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Sands around, Hardaway climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN...

Sands then slips out underneath Hardaway and connects with a dropkick, sending Hardaway tumbling over the top rope and down on the apron.

As Hardaway slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, Sands runs over, springboards onto the top rope, rebounds back and blasts Hardaway in the face with the Lip Buster. Hardaway falls off the canvas and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: He just got rocked with that kick to the face!

Sands rolls to the outside, picks up Hardaway and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Sands picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Sands goes for the Sands Kick. But Hardaway ducks. When Sands turns around, he turns right into a spinning backfist, followed by a roundhouse kick. He then hoists Sands up and knocks him down with a pop-up European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The crowd is on their feet. They sense the end is near for Sands...

Hardaway picks up Sands and whips him into the corner. Hardaway charges into the corner and connects with a Corner Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. He then hops down, headlocks Sands and goes for a running bulldog. But Sands shoves Hardaway off of him, sending him chest-first into the opposite corner. As Hardaway stumbles back, Sands leaps up and takes him down with the Sands Attack to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Grayson: WHAT!?

Clement: He pulled off the upset! Sean Sands just pulled off the upset, defeated Kevin Hardaway in his own backyard!

"We Can Make The World Stop" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SEAN SANDS!

A shocked Sands gets up and gets his arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Hardaway slowly sits up. As he comes to, he hears the theme music playing. The theme music that is not his own. Once he realizes what just happened, he covers his face as he hangs his head in shame.

Sands heads over to the corner. He climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd. Just then, Hardaway grabs him and yanks him down. The crowd goes silent as Hardaway spins Sands around.

Clement: What is Hardaway doing?

Grayson: He's about to deck that pretty boy punk, that's what?

Both men are face to face. Sands looks at him with confusion while Hardaway is trembling with anger. Hardaway then reaches over.... and shakes Sands hand to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway quickly lets go, drops and rolls out of the ring. He makes his way up the aisle, with his hands on his hips and his head hung in disappointment.

Clement: What a class act by Kevin Hardaway. It took a lotto do what he just did in his hometown after a loss...

Grayson: Well isn't that just special....

[FGA Office]

Semifinals of the Frontier Lions Cup
Chaths vs. Johnny Karma

The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, at which point Cherry Baum appears by his side to present him to the crowd, before he starts to walk down to the ring.

Grayson: Guess who's back? Mr Excitement! Mr. Entertainment! Mr. FWA!

Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, greeting his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring.

The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring. Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1.

Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiselled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down.

Cherry Baum: He's one match down and two to go, and he hasn't even broken a sweat...hailing from Queens, NYC, and weighing in at a sleek, chic and at his peak 233lbs – he is halfway to victory...he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Cherry steps aside and invites the crowd to cheer as Johnny K nods to the crowd's applause before he removes his jacket, accepting the microphone from Cherry.

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...ladies.

Karma flashes his million dollar smile.

Johnny Karma: I've taken another great stride to becoming the head of the Karmic pride, and if you thought my match with Brandt was good you should wait and see how I fare against an opponent with a sense of humour. After all, my next opponent has such a great sense of humour, they were overheard backstage telling this great joke about them reaching the final.

Karma laughs.

Johnny Karma: The show already got on the road and made a brief stop in Alexiabrandtville, so let's keep it rolling.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before performing an Ali Shuffle in the middle of the ring.

The lights in the arena go of as the opening seconds of “Nibiru” by Ab-Soul begins to fill the venue. “Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Ancient ways of Sumerians. Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man. Uh, this is my Anunaki flow. Oh, this be my Anunaki flow. Yo, I got that Anunaki flow. You are now on Planet X. I’m the God, show your respect. Hiiipower.” The lights come on to reveal Chaths standing at the top of the ramp with his hooded, sleeveless trench coat on and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 205 pounds, CHATHS!

Making his way down to the ring, Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. He uses the steps to enter the ring, stopping at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk before entering the ring through the top and second rope. He silently goes to his corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Chaths then places his tonfa in his corner. Hopping up to take a seat on top of the turnbuckle, he patiently waits for the match to start.

The bell sounds as Chaths darts across the ring and knocks down Karma with a running flying shoulderblock.

Clement: Chaths doesn't waste any time as he catches Karma offguard.

He then picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. Chaths runs across the ring and connects with a front dropkick, sending Karma stumbling from out of the corner and down on all fours. Chaths then steps through the ropes and rapidly climbs the turnbuckles. As Karma gets back up to his feet, Chaths leaps off and connects with a missile front dropkick to the back, sending Karma stumbling across the ring before falling through the ropes and landing on the floor. After Chaths kips back up, he crouches down and waits impatiently for Karma to get up. As Karma pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Chaths runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and connects with a missile dropkick through the middle and bottom ropes, knocking Karma down.

Clement: Chaths connects with another another dropkick to Karma. And he's got the Karmic One Dazed, Confused, and All Messed Up.

Grayson: HEY!

Chaths picks up Karma and slams his head on the apron. After turning Karma around, Chaths unleashes a hard knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. He then takes Karma and whips him into the barricade. After sizing Karma up, Chaths does a quick hop before charging towards him. But Karma ducks the oncoming attack and counters with a back body drop of the barricade and into the ring.

Clement: And Chaths goes flying into the crowd! He's got to be hurt after that one.

Grayson: Karma! Quick, get back in the ring!

As Chaths lays down on the concrete floor in pain, Karma rolls back into the ring and tells the ref to start counting.

Ref: ONE..... TWO...... THREE......

Chaths is still down in the crowd.

Ref: ….... FOUR.......... FIVE............ SIX............

Chaths can be seen slowly climbing over the guard rail.

Ref: ….. SEVEN..... EIGHT....

As Chaths pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes, Karma goes over and delivers a shoulder thrust through the ropes. After lifting Chaths up, Karma takes a few steps back. He then goes back over towards the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex. Karma rolls over onto Chaths and hooks the leg.

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Karma picks up Chaths and delivers a knife-edge chop, sending him stumbling into the corner. As Karma approaches, Chaths grabs Karma by the neck and tosses him into the corner. He unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the head. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. Chaths runs across the ring and goes for a corner yakuza kick. But Karma moves out of the way. And while Chaths' leg is stuck across the top rope, Karma quickly kicks his left leg out from under him and knocks him down. After delivering a couple of stomps to the chest, Karma places Chaths in the seated position in the corner. Karma then steps up onto the middle ropes and delivers the Kodak Moment. He drags Chaths away from the corner and makes the cover.

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Karma picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Karma nails him with a punch to the midsection, bringing him down to one knee. Karma then picks up Chaths, lifts him up and delivers the Stairway to Bedlam, followed by a full nelson slam. He makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chaths again gets his shoulder up. Chaths may have caught Karma off guard early. But Karma is right back in this one...

Karma picks up Chaths and goes for an irish whip. But Chaths reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Chaths bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma counters with a high knee lift, knocking him down. As Chaths gets back up, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Chaths with a running high knee to the face. After dragging Chaths into position, Karma hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and goes for a diving fist drop. But Chaths gets his foot up, nailing Karma in the face of the way down.

As both men get up, Chaths reaches out and rakes down across Karma's back. As Karma arches his back in pain, Chaths grabs him and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Karma around, Chaths delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. As Chaths runs across the ring, Karma leans back to deliver a boot to the face. But Chaths puts on the breaks and grabs his foot. After dragging Karma out of the corner, Chaths knocks him down with a spinning legsweep. He then runs into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, he connects with a quick leg drop. He then gets back up and bounces into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, he delivers a quick elbow drop. He turns over, makes the cover and presses his forearm across Karma's jaw.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

After picking up Karma, Chaths delivers a headbutt, sending Karma stumbling into the ropes. Chaths goes over, brings Karma away from the ropes and delivers a knee strike to the midsection. He then nails Karma with a forearm strike to the side of the head, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Chaths goes over, brings Karma away from the ropes and delivers another knee to the midsection. After sizing Karma up, Chaths delivers a European Uppercut that sends Karma stumbling into the corner. After heading into the corner, Chaths lifts up Karma and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second rope, Chaths grabs Karma and goes for a superplex. But Karma blocks the move. He then breaks free and shoves Chaths down to the canvas. While Chaths lays on his back, Karma stands up on the top turnbuckle. Just as he's about to leap off for the Kickass Angel, Chaths wisely rolls to the outside. But when he turns around, Karma leaps off and knocks him down with a flying double ax handle smash. He then picks up Chaths, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Clement: This matchup has been back and forth with neither man being able to have an advantage for any sustained period of time.

Grayson: Well what do you expect? Out of the four semifinalists, these were the two best left in the tournament. It's a shame this isn't the finals.

As Karma picks up Chaths, Chaths shoves him away from him. When Karma comes back, Chaths runs over and knocks him down with a running leg lariat. He then goes over, picks Karma back and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Chaths bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma stops, grabs Chaths, runs, hops over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma. As Chaths stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron, quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks him down with a flying cross body block. He hooks the leg.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Chaths and goes for a vertical suplex, but Chaths blocks it with his leg. After tightening his grip, Karma goes for another vertical suplex. But this time, Chaths blocks it by dropping down to one knee. After letting go of Chaths, Karma knees him in the chest. While Chaths is still down, Karma runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Chaths nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending Karma flipping over the knee. After sitting Karma up, Chaths runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a Shining Yakuza Kick. He makes the cover.

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Chaths then presses his forearm across Karma's jaw and makes the cover.

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Enraged, Chaths gets up, reaches down, picks up Karma, applies a Muay Thai Clinch and nails him with alternating knee strikes to the face. After a double knee strike to the face, Karma drops down to one knee. Chaths then runs back into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Karma gets up and throws him down with a powerslam. He hooks the leg.

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Karma picks up Chaths, only to knock him back down with Sugar Ray Karma. He drops back down and makes the cover.

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Karma picks up Chaths, snapmares him over and delivers a rolling neck snap. As Chaths holds his neck in pain, Karma drags him over towards the corner. After sitting Chaths up, Karma hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and goes for a dropkick. But Chaths rolls out of the way, causing Karma to land back-first onto the canvas. As Karma its up, Chaths delivers a series of stiff kicks to the back. After picking up Karma and throwing him down with a snap suplex, Chaths heads through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off, going for a diving double foot stomp. But Karma rolls out of the way. After Chaths lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. After rolling up to his feet, he turns around and charges at Karma. But Karma nails him with Check Your Chiclets, knocking him down. Karma drops down and makes the cover.

Grayson: Karma nearly sent all of Chaths' chiclets flying into the front row!

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks him up, only to throw him back down with a scoop slam. He then runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. He makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chaths stops, drops onto his back and nails Karma with an uppercut. While Karma is dazed, Chaths turns over, gets up and runs into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Karma lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster.

Grayson: That's gotta be it.

After dragging Chaths into position, Karma steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Karma leaps off and goes for the Kickass Angel. But Chaths rolls out of the way, causing Karma to connect with nothing but canvas.

Clement: And nobody's home as Chaths moves out of the way just in the nick of time! That could prove costly...

As Karma slowly gets up, Chaths runs up from behind and knocks him down with a busaiku knee to the back of the head. He then gets up, picks up Karma, lifts him up and throws him down with the End of Days. Chaths makes the cover.

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"Nibiru" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHATHS!

Chaths walks over, climbs up onto the middle rope and raises his fist in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: As much as I cannot stand either of these two, I'll give credit where it's due. That was a solid match with some tremendous back and forth action. And it would have made an excellent finals. But it was only the semis! Now Chaths meets Sands in the finals!

Grayson: Chaths had a tougher time in this one against Karma. But again, Sands is the one that's more beat up. He's been worn down, kicked, tossed and beaten all over this ring tonight. If Chaths stays focused, which he will, he'll pick Sands apart.