Amarillo DVD Taping (5.30.15)

[FGA Office]

DARK MATCH
Andrew Myers vs. Prince MacRear

The bell sounds as Myers tries to initiate a lockup, but MacRear heads into the corner, reaches into his robe and pulls out his cellphone. Myers stands with his arms folded as he watches MacRear try and take a selfie. The crowd begins to boo as they, too, are not amused with MacRear’s antics. Just as MacRear is about to take the selfie, he stops himself once he sees Myers painted face in the picture. So MacRear scrunches up his face and motions for Myers to get his ugly mug out his view so he can send his selfie to his mommy. Myers just shakes his head before succumbing to MacRear’s demands. Once Myers is out of view, MacRear holds his phone and takes several selfies to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Myers runs over, hops onto MacRear’s shoulders and delivers a reverse frankensteiner. He makes the cover.

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MacRear gets his shoulder up.

Myers picks up MacRear and brings him into the corner and delivers a series of knife-edge chops. Each chop causes MacRear to let out a high pitched yelp. Myers then brings him out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But MacRear reverses, sending Myers into the ropes. When Myers comes back, he slides through MacRear’s legs. When MacRear turns around, Myers knocks him down with a dropkick. MacRear gets back up, but Myers throws him down with an arm drag. When MacRear gets back up, Myers brings him down with a headscissors. He makes the cover.

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MacRear kicks out.

Myers picks up MacRear and whips him into the ropes. When MacRear comes back, Myers sets up for a back body drop. MacRear counters with a sunset flip. But Myers rolls through it, gets to his feet and counters with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as he gets back to his feet, runs over and delivers a jumping double foot stomp to MacRear. He makes the cover.

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MacRear gets his shoulder up.

Myers picks up MacRear and goes for an irish whip. But MacRear reverses, sending Myers into the ropes. When Myers comes back, MacRear goes for a back body drop. But Myers slips down from behind. When MacRear turns around, he turns into an enzuigiri that sends him face-first onto the canvas. Myers then gets up, stands over MacRear and delivers a deadlift bridging German Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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MacRear gets his shoulder up.

Myers picks up MacRear and whips him into the corner. He then charges across the ring. But MacRear ducks and dumps him over the top rope…

… but Myers lands on his feet on the apron. When MacRear turns around, Myers goes for a gamengiri. But MacRear ducks. When Myers gets back up on the apron, MacRear nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then follows up with a vertical suplex back into the ring. MacRear turns over and makes the cover.

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Myers kicks out.

MacRear picks up Myers and goes for an irish whip. But Myers reverse, sending MacRear into the corner. Myers runs across the ring, but MacRear sends him stumbling back with an elbow to the face. While Myers is still dazed, MacRear steps through the ropes and goes for MacRear It A Double. But Myers dives over and pulls down the top rope, causing MacRear to slip, fall and end up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Myers then climbs up onto the top ropes. He then hops on MacRear’s shoulders and goes for a top rope hurricanrana. But MacRear throws him down, sending him back-first onto the canvas.

As Myers slowly rolls away from the corner, MacRear positions himself on the top turnbuckle. When Myers gets back to a vertical base MacRear leaps off the top turnbuckle and connects with a diving front dropkick. He crawls over, hooks the leg and kicks his legs out enthusiastically for the cover.

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Myers gets his shoulder up.

MacRear picks up Myers and whips him into the ropes. When Myers comes back, MacRear tries for another back body drop. But Myers counters with a kick square to the face, standing him upright. He then goes for another gamengiri. But again, MacRear ducks. As Myers tries to get up, MacRear snapmares him over and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Myers gets his shoulder up.

MacRear picks up Myers, knees him in the midsection and brings him down with a spinning neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Myers gets his shoulder up.

MacRear picks up Myers and whips him into the ropes. When Myers comes back, MacRear lifts him up and delivers the Facial. He makes the cover.

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Myers gets his shoulder up.

MacRear picks up Myers, runs and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Myers around, MacRear pummels him down in the corner with right hands to the face. He then steps back towards the center of the ring. After lining up Myers, MacRear runs into the corner and connects with BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHERE. He then drags Myers from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Myers gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

MacRear picks up Myers and throws him down with a scoop slam before stepping back to the outside. When Myers gets back up and turns around, MacRear goes for MacRear It A Double. But Myers counters with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a roundhouse kick that knocks him down.

Myers steps to the outside and waits for MacRear to get back up. When he does, Myers brings him down with a slingshot ace crusher. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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MacRear gets his shoulder up.

Myers picks up MacRear and whips him into the ropes. When MacRear comes back, Myers throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. After dragging MacRear into position, he steps through the ropes, springboards onto the top rope and goes for a 450 Splash. MacRear rolls out of the way. But Myers is able to land on his feet. After his momentum sends him rolling forward, Myers gets back to a vertical base. When he turns around, he sees MacRear charging at him. So he blasts him with a superkick, knocking him down.

While MacRear is all but out of it, Myers heads into the corner and goes for a corkscrew top rope asai moonsault. But MacRear gets his knee u p, causing Myers to crash down across them. As Myers lays curled up in pain, MacRear gets back to his feet. After delivering a series of stomps to the torso, MacRear picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Myers comes back, MacRear lifts him up and delivers another Facial. MacRear goes over, picks up Myers, lifts him up and falls back, delivering a third Facial to boos from the crowd. MacRear picks Myers back up, grabs him from behind and delivers Reverse Reartology. He makes the cover.

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Winner: Prince MacRear

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Amarillo DVD Taping
Amarillo Civic Center Coliseum
Amarillo, TX

(Tonight’s DVD Taping opens up to a hot Amarillo crowd inside the Amarillo Civic Center Coliseum. This is FGA’s first time in Texas and you can tell by how amped up the crowd is tonight. The crowd is cheering at the top of the lungs while members of the front row slap the barricade to an “F-G-A!” chant. Suddenly, the chant becomes to consume the entire arena. Standing in the center of the ring is FGA’s resident reporter, Spencer Burke. Burke stands in front of a wodden table that’s got a contract and a ballpoint pen on it.)

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Spencer Burke here and we’re ready to kick off today’s taping in Amarillo with this very important contract signing! At All-Star Showdown IV, it will be Chandler Scott…

(The mention of the champion’s name causes as wave of boos to overtake the Amarillo Civic center Coliseum.)

Spencer Burke: … defending his FGA World Championship against the 2015 Gold Rush Rumble winner, Cordy Stevenson!

(And just like that, the crowd is back to screaming at the top of their lungs for the number one contender.)

Spencer Burke: So let’s get this underway by bringing out Cordy Stevenson first! Cordy, come on o--

(Spencer is cut off as the sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, capturing the attention of all the fans in the crowd. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, preparing for the man that’s about to walk out. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to boo, jeer and heckle loudly. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it. Chandler looks over and can be seen mouthing at the camera while he points an accusatory finger at it. He then turns his attention towards the ring as he thrusts his arms in the air, resulting in another round of loud boos from the crowd.

Chandler keeps his index fingers in the air, letting everyone know who is truly "number one” around this joint. He keeps a smug look planted on his face as he swaggers down to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the second ropes, kisses his FGA World Championship belt and raises it in the air in the air as he absorbs the crowd's disdain for him. After stepping down to the canvas, he can be seen making the yapping mouth his hands towards some unruly fans in the front row. Chandler then makes his way over towards Burke. But before Burke goes to speak, Chandler snatches the mic out of his hand.)

Chandler: First off, Spencer, no one gets introduced before me. Especially not that piece of trash Cordy Stevenson.

(The crowd rains down boos on Chandler over his blatant disrespect towards Cordy.)

Chandler Scott: Number two, before we bring that little She Devil out here, how about you leave the ring and give me the chance to talk my talk. I’ve got some gloating to do over my performance at Glory Road. So do me a favor and hit the bricks. No one needs you in here.

(Burke shoots Chandler an annoyed look. But as soon as Chandler motions towards him, Burke quickly makes the wise decision to leave the ring before he has to get carted out. Now that the arena is finally his, a smug smirk forms across Chandler mouth while he readjusts the World Championship belt across his shoulder.)

Chandler Scott: Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, spotlight please…

(The lights in the arena go off as a spotlight shines down on the World Champ. Chandler basks in his greatness, turning around in the spotlight to give this Amarillo crowd a glance of what a real champion looks like. The crowd, however, is all but fed up with Chandler at this point.)

Chandler Scott: ...and still your World Champion, Chandler Scott!

(Chandler smirks as he raises the World Championship in the air. The gesture is met with a wave of boos throughout the crowd. But Chandler isn’t fazed. Instead, he takes it all in. He smirks as he readjusts his World Championship belt across his right shoulder.)

Chandler Scott: What did you people honestly think was going to happen at Glory Road, huh? Were you dumb enough to think that what happened at A New Odyssey was a fluke? Did you pick Jimmy Page just to be petty? Or were some of you still buying into that Jimmy Page mystique? Well at Glory Road, I shattered his confidence. I shattered his facade as the “King of the F’n World”. And just for kicks, I shattered his jaw en route to retaining my championship. That’s right, my championship. Not yours, Jimmy, mine.

All you had to do was accept the challenge that I laid out last September. All you had to do was answer the call and we could have spared everyone the wait. But there was a reason why you kept your lips zipped for all those months. You knew that when I came back to this company and called you out, you and your championship reign were on borrowed time. When you listened to the words that came out of your mouth, you didn’t hear a man speaking to you out of fear. You heard a man that spoke with confidence. When you looked into these eyes, Page, you didn’t see doubt. You saw a man that was determined to take that title from around your waist. When you saw me in this ring, you didn’t see a man that shrunk when the pressure was at its highest. Instead, you saw a man that excelled when the spotlight was at its brightest. See Page, you’re not nearly as dumb as you look. You knew way back then that out of all the wrestlers you saw walking through those doors throughout your time in FGA, Chandler Scott was the only one ballsy enough to call you out. Chandler Scott was the only one cocky enough to step into the ring thinking that he could beat you. Chandler Scott was the only one that had the ability to knock you off the mountain. And surprise, surprise, that’s exactly what happened, now didn’t it?

(There’s a wave of cheers and boos throughout the crowd. Cheers because finally someone was able to get the better of Jimmy Page, boos because, well, it’s Chandler Scott bragging so screw him.)

Chandler Scott: You spent six months ducking me, Page. For six months, you delayed the inevitable. At A New Odyssey, I made you pay dearly for making me wait. And after I took this title from you, it wasn’t you that sought me out. It wasn’t you that begged and pleaded for a rematch. It was once again me that called you out. It was the champion calling out the challenger. Weird, right? And why? Why did I do it?

Did I need to beat you again to prove something to myself? No.

Did I need to beat you again to prove something to these people? No!

Did I need to beat you again so that I could get your validation? Pfft, please!

I wanted you in that ring because I wanted to impose my will on you. I wanted you in that ring again, Page, so that I could beat the following into your thick skull - you’ve been replaced. You’ve been bested. The era of Jimmy Page was thankfully over.

This now makes two times that I’ve punked you out on the big stage, Page. Make no mistake about it, you’re a good competitor. Tough as nails. You were even a great champion. But were you ever better than me? Absolutely not, and I’ve spent the last four months showing the world the gap that rests between you and I. At A New Odyssey, I proved to the world that you were human. You weren’t a monster. You weren’t this immovable object. You were beatable. And after seeing you get beaten, it gave the rest of the roster something to go after. The same people that used to tremble in fear after seeing their name next to yours on the cards are the same people that go into matches against you with confidence. It’s the reason why the likes of Tony Carmine and Johnny Karma were able to beat you after I did. Back in February, I sent your career in reverse. Two weeks ago at Glory Road, I sent it into a freefall.

(Again, another mixtures of cheers and boos can be heard throughout the crowd. There’s even a small “thank you, Chandler” chant coming from one pocket of the crowd.)

Chandler Scott: So now that the Jimmy Page problem has been taken care of, who's next? Hmm? Who is going to step up and try to take this title from me. Because trust me, trying is all they’ll be able to do…

(The crowd suddenly breaks out into a chant, shouting “Cordy!” from the tops of their lungs. Chandler can’t help but to shake his head.)

Chandler Scott: Ah, how could I forget everyone’s favorite tease, Cordy Stevenson. You know, just when you think you’ve gotten rid of her, she comes crawling back over to you like the little roach that she is. Cordy, I know what the deal is. I walked out of Miami still the World Champ while you walked out of Miami the Gold Rush Rumble winner. That win guarantees you a championship match at All-Star Showdown IV. And I know how your mind works. You’re thinking that since you “won” our first match and I got the best of you last time, this is the tiebreaker. This is for all the marbles. But if you honestly think that the score is tied between you and I, then you’ve clearly lost your marbles.

I do--

(All of a sudden “If” by Janet Jackson begins to blare throughout the arena and Chandler throws his arm in the air, as if to say “of course she’d cut him off. Cordy emerges from the back to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. She makes her way towards the ring, a beaming smile on her face as she simply shakes her head. She climbs onto the apron, taking a second to turn and show love to the audience in attendance before making her way inside of the ring. She looks at Spencer Burke who simply shrugs his shoulders, and then turns her attention towards the champ.)

Chandler Scott: Well, well, well. If it isn’t Ms. Thing, Cordy Stevenson. Exactly what in the hell do you want? I don’t know if you know this, but that little run sheet that’s in the back? At the very top was time that was reserved exclusively for yours truly. But it’s okay. Once we’re done here, I’ll bring you to the back and will show you how to actually read that. And if you ask nicely, I might just show you how to win this championship, since you clearly seem to be having some trouble doing that as well.

(She grabs a spare microphone that is conveniently on the table, and taps it to make sure that it’s on. Once she sees that it is, she lets out a deep sigh and holds her head.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Jesus Christ, Scotty… I swear, you have got to be the most long winded individual I’ve ever come across in my life.

(The crowd immediately pops, agreeing with Cordelia’s sentiments. Seeing that she’s not alone in that belief causes her to smile. Chandler can be seen mouthing “you can’t rush greatness”. But that’s met with an eyeroll from Cordelia.)

Cordelia Stevenson: And I see that I'm not the only one that feels this way. I think the lovely people of Amarillo are in agreement with me on this one, aren't ya guys?

(She makes a sweeping motion with her hand, wanting Chandler to take notice of the crowd's reaction as they roar in agreement. She nods her head and then lets out a sigh, as she looks at the champ.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, if ya actually said something worthwhile. But these people don’t want to sit here and be bored to tears by you all night, listening to you stroke your own ego, Scotty. All this damn ranting, raving and self aggrandizing and you still haven’t done the ONE…

(She holds up a finger.)

Cordelia Stevenson: ... thing that you’re supposed to be out here doing.

(She shakes her head as she glances down, making her way towards the table and picking up the contract.)

Cordelia Stevenson: But I can understand why you’re hesitant, Chandler. I mean, you’re trying to savor the moment, right? You’re trying to hold on to this for as long as you possibly can, aren’t you? Being able to walk out here in front of these people and addressing them as World champion; being able to step into this ring and parade around with that…

(She nods towards the title in his possession and then points a finger at him.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Believe me, I understand… because you know that the moment you sign this...

(She slowly saunters towards the table and grabs the contract, waving it teasingly in the air.)

Cordelia Stevenson: … you’re pretty much saying goodbye to it all. Because this right here?

(She flips through the pages of the contract with a bright smile.)

Cordelia Stevenson: … is the official end of your reign.

(Cordy’s words send the crowd into a frenzy. She slowly makes her way around the table, walking up to Chandler and looking him in the eyes as she waits for the crowd to quiet down a bit.)

Cordelia Stevenson: But this is all a formality Chandler, you know that don’t you? No matter how long you try to delay inking your name on this dotted line, wishing that this weren’t happening, wishing that I would just go away... my shot is set in stone. And what you need to realize, is that no amount of babbling is going to change that or what’s going to happen at All Star Showdown IV. You see, Chandler, you aren’t the only one capable of calling your shots, buddy. Cause if I recall correctly, in Spartanburg South Carolina I walked right up to your face and told you, that you were on borrowed time. I told you that I was going to enter the Gold Rush Rumble… and I told you that when all was said and done, I would be the last one standing.

(She shakes her head and lets out a small chuckle.)

Cordelia Stevenson: And you thought I was delusional. You thought that I was just talking out of my ass. Yet here I am, Chandler, my words proving to be every bit true and your time diminishing by the second. Well, allow me to make it official, boo.

(She glances down at the contract proudly, and then sets it onto the table, picking up the pen that has been left out for them. She signs her name onto the page and the crowd cheers. She then tosses the pen down, and turns her attention back towards the champ.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Your time is up.

(Chandler looks Cordy up and down and smirks.)

Chandler Scott: Oh I’m sorry. Are you… are you done now?

(The crowd boos while Cordy folds her arms. She’s clearly unimpressed with the champ’s theatrics.)

Chandler Scott: Now look here, Ms. Mouth Almighty. I know you’re on Cloud 9 after your win. But allow me to bring you back down to earth. I don’t give a damn how many wrestlers you went through at Glory Road. It could have been one, two, ten or all thirty. There’s one name that you’ve yet to go through and that man is your World Champion. You think you’re something special because you won the Gold Rush Rumble? You think you won something by winning that match? The only thing you won was the chance to get beaten once again by the DNA of FGA.

(The crowd boos. But the boos soon transition into a thunderous “Chandler Sucks” chant. Chandler shoots the crowd an annoyed like while Cordy can’t help but to crack a smile.)

Chandler Scott: You think I’m sweating this? You think I’m trying to stall? Well I’ve got news for you, there isn’t an ounce of fear in this man’s body. As a matter of fact…

(Chandler heads over to the table, flips through the pages and signs the contract.)

Chandler Scott: Now you can kindly shut the hell up.

(The crowd boos as Chandler walks up to Cordy. The two proud wrestler look eye to either. Neither is willing to back down from the other.)

Chandler Scott: I’m tired of seeing your face. I’m tired of hearing your voice. I’m tired of you and your fans polluting my timeline with your garbage. Apparently me beating you about a month ago wasn’t enough for you. So just like with Jimmy Page, I’m going to have to beat this through that thick head of yours, too. At All-Star Showdown IV, you can bring your legion of fans. You can bring your famous friends. You can bring your whole family for all I can. As a matter of fact, I highly encourage it, because nothing would bring a bigger smile to my face like seeing Camp Cordy watch helplessly as their golden girl FAILS yet again! At All-Star Showdown IV, there will be no comeuppance for me. We won’t see Cordelia Stevenson, the girl that had those humble beginnings in Freeport, finally achieving the ultimate dream. No, it’s just going to be your World Champion, Chandler Scott, doing what he does best: reigning supreme!

… Get familiar.

(Chandler cocks his head to the side and smirks at Cordy. He then dangles the mic in Cordy’s face before nonchalantly dropping it in front of her. He then exits the ring as “Perfect Strangers” continues play throughout the arena. Cordy stands there undeterred, making the belt motion around her waist. But Chandler scoffs at the notion as he holds the belt up for all, especially, to see.)

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where the members of Vanagloria, Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso are stood discussing their tactics for their upcoming match. But before we can hear any secrets their peace is disturbed by the cry from down the hall.

Annie Zellor: Heyyy bro!

The FGA World Tag Team Champion, Annie Zellor runs down the corridor and jumps up to hug the surprised Christian Kane. He manages to 'catch' her; the #sparklebuddy hangs off his neck for a moment before she releases the hug and drops to the floor.

Annie Zellor: Hey Kitty...

She adds, sheepishly.

Kitty Sasso: Hey, Annie.

Her voice is soft enough, though that smile wasn’t anything but wicked. Kitty leans against Kane’s arm and reaches to ‘boop’ Annie on the nose.

Kitty Sasso: You’re just so darn adorable, I could eat you all up.

Annie Zellor: Aww, thaaanks Kitty!

She says, gleefully, punching Kitty playfully on the arm as she does so.

Annie Zellor: But I just wanted to wish you both good luck in your match tonight, 'cause I just know you're gonna do amazing out there! Like, you're a Kane after all, huh bro...

She nudges Christian who laughs slightly before putting a hand on Zellor’s shoulder.

Christian Kane: That’s right Annie, but since you’re an honorary Kane you should know that us Kane’s...we don’t need luck. But even still, myself and Kitty? We appreciate the gesture. So thanks, champ.

He winks at one half of the tag team champions before patting her playfully on the cheek.

Annie Zellor: You're welcome, bro. I'm gonna be rooting for you for like the whoooole tournament, just hoping we might get to face each other at ASS4.

Annie giggles to herself at the acronym.

Annie Zellor: The #sparklebuddies versus Vanagloria...

Christian Kane: Well I guess if one team has to beat you for your titles...

Annie Zellor: Good one, bro.

Annie laughs as she winks at Christian.

Annie Zellor: But me and Laurel are gonna be ready for you if you win this tournament, and we're gonna have our #grrfaces on that night.

Kane smirks at his ‘sister’, folding his arms as he does so.

Christian Kane: Well I’m not sure that Vanagloria necessarily has...uh...#grrfaces...but we’re putting a marker down tonight, Annie. Kitty and I are gonna let the whole world know who the favourites are, and that’s us! So sit back, relax...and enjoy.

Annie Zellor: Oh I will, bro. Now go get 'em, you two.

Annie says with a sweet smile on her face before she walks away to leave the members of Vanagloria to finish discussing their plans.

[FGA Office]

Jason Orion vs. Tatsuya Natsume

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Shonan, Chiba, Japan, weighing in at 200lbs … ‘STARDUST PEGASUS’ TATSUYA NATSUME!

“Magnolia Éclair” by Daisuke Ishiwatari breaks out into a heavy guitar rift that breaks into a melodic neo-classical rhythm as smoke bellows from around the small stage, Tatsuya Natsume finally parts the curtains and comes through them to a very resounding applause. Tatsuya signifies that he’s “Ichiban” (number one) and points towards the ring as he comes down the ramp being welcomed by the crowd by chants of “Stardust!” and “Natsume” at the same time he’s slapping hands as he makes his way ringside.

Kris Cruise: Time for our opening contest of the evening and here comes a man who debuted two weeks ago in the Gold Rush Rumble.

Stephy Auger: And he certainly looked impressive during that match before being eliminated by Dom Harter, Kris. But tonight he makes his singles debut here in FGA against Jason Orion.

Kris Cruise: I’m definitely looking forward to this one.

Once ringside he claps along with the rhythm of the song before approaching the apron, closing his eyes, he gives himself a proper “warrior prayer” before sliding underneath the ropes. Playing to the crowd he hops up on the nearest turnbuckle and raises one arm in respect to the fans who have come out in support, pulling at the ends of his t-shirt he pulls it over his body tossing it into the crowd before dropping down and warming up ahead of the contest.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Gary, Indiana, weighing in at 150lbs … JASON ORION!

The drums of The Beatles' 'Everybody's Got Something To Hide (Except For Me And My Monkey)' begin to play, drawing a cheer from the crowd. A moment later, Jason Orion comes out of the tunnel with Spot Monkey across his shoulders as always. As the lyrics to the song kick in, he begins to run down the aisle, slapping hands. Once at ringside, he takes a moment to hand Spot Monkey over to a ring technician, on his leash, before vaulting over the top rope onto the centre of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Despite not winning his debut match, Orion picked up a number of supporters with his plucky fighting style – and of course those crazy gymnastics from the Gold Rush Rumble two weeks ago!

Stephy Auger: Leaping from the guard rail onto the apron? I’ve never seen anything like it before, Kris. But now he gets to go against Tatsuya Natsume one-on-one, so lets see what he’s made of.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring momentarily before Natsume stops to extend the hand out to The Vanilla Midget. The crowd here in Amarillo cheer as Jason gracefully accepts the handshake, and both men circle the ring once more. They lock up collar and elbow, jockeying for position until Natsume manages to overpower his smaller opponent, applying a side headlock. Orion tries to escape, but Tatsuya wrenches the hold, keeping Jason in place. Eventually, Orion manages to fire off a couple of elbows to the midsection, before he pushes his opponent away and against the ropes. Natsume rebounds off the ropes, coming back with a shoulderblock that knocks the Vanilla Midget down before he sets off the ropes once more. Orion turns over onto his stomach, staying down as Natsume skips over him and bounces against the far ropes. Now Orion pops back to his feet, just in time to eat a flying clothesline!

Stephy Auger: What height on the leap there, he nearly went over his opponent’s head!

Both competitors scramble back to their feet, but it’s Natsume who stands up first as he catches Orion across the chest with a vicious looking chop! It’s enough to take Orion off his feet, but he gets right back up, if only to get knocked down by another vicious chop. Jason stands back up a third time, his chest turning red, as Natsume grabs him by the wrist. The Japanese wrestler feigns an Irish whip, bringing his opponent back in to land a toe kick to the gut. Orion is doubled over after that one, allowing Natsume the opportunity to execute a release Northern Lights suplex that sends the Vanilla Midget half way across the ring, landing in a ball by the ropes.

Kris Cruise: That one had to hurt.

Stephy Auger: Things aren’t looking good for Jason Orion here in the early going.

Orion rolls out onto the apron, using the ropes to bring himself back to a vertical base, all the while clutching at his back as Natsume approaches. But Orion goes South with a shoulder thrust through the ropes before flipping into the ring with a sunset flip – NO! Natsume keeps hold of the rope blocking the move before he sits down across Jason’s chest for the first cover on the match.

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But Jason hooks his legs under his opponent’s arms to counter into a cover of his own.

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TWO!

Stephy Auger: So close!

Natsume kicks out as both competitors hurry back to vertical bases once more. Orion throws some forearm smashes to the face of his opponent, but Natsume fires some of his own right back. Orion is overpowered again as Tatsuya Natsume sends him towards the corner with an Irish whip. But Orion doesn’t hit the turnbuckles, instead he pushes himself up off the top turnbuckle, catching the approaching Natsume around the neck with his feet before executing a headscissors takedown!

Kris Cruise: What a counter, and Orion might just have got himself back in this one.

Orion gets to his feet first, allowing him time to compose himself before Natsume charges in with a clothesline attempt. It’s easily ducked as Orion runs against the ropes, coming back with a wheelbarrow bulldog! The crowd cheer as Orion stands back up, his chest still beet red after those chops earlier, and he points towards the corner.

Kris Cruise: What’s he doing now?

Stephy Auger: I think Orion is about to go airborne.

Orion heads to the corner, climbing out through the ropes before he ascends to the top rope. But he wasn’t fast enough; Natsume is up off the mat and running towards the corner. He vaults up to the middle rope and hooks Orion’s arm, taking the Vanilla Midget off the top rope with a huge superplex! A deathly silence falls over the crowd as Natsume drapes an arm across the chest of Jason Orion.

Stephy Auger: What a superplex!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

A loud cheer goes up as Orion gets the shoulder up. Natsume looks to the referee, but the official assure him it was only a two count. Undeterred, Tatsuya raises his opponent back to his feet before grabbing Orion with a rear waistlock. Panic stricken, Jason grabs hold of the nearest top rope, hooking both arms around it as Natsume fails to execute the German suplex. Orion fires off a back elbow, then a second, then a third before Tatsuya releases his grip and staggers back a step, allowing Orion time to hop over the top rope before springboarding back in with a hurricanrana pin!

Kris Cruise: Orion with the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Natsume kicks out at two as both competitors scramble back to their feet again. Orion goes for a toe kick, only to have his foot caught. But before Natsume can do anything with it, Orion jumps up with the enziguiri kick that rocks the Japanese wrestler where he stands, causing Tatsuya Natsume to fall down to a kneeling position. And Orion is right back to his feet, feeling that second wind as he goes against the ropes, coming back with the small boot to the face!

Stephy Auger: The small boot connects! We saw that last month in his debut, and it’s more devastating than it may first appear.

Kris Cruise: As Tatsuya Natsume just found out.

Now, with the fans behind him, Orion stands over his prone foe and once again points to the turnbuckle as the crowd cheer. He vaults straight up to the top rope in one impressive leap, taking a moment to steady himself before propelling him off the top rope with a 540 corkscrew moonsault that just connects with Tatsuya Natsume! Orion forces himself over and on top of his opponent for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, JASON ORION!

With his music blaring out over the speakers, Jason Orion has his arm raised by the referee as the crowd continue cheering for him. A small section of fans begin to chant “you fucked up!” but the chant doesn’t catch on.

Kris Cruise: An impressive victory from Jason Orion here tonight; he took a beating in the early going but persevered to pick up the win over Tatsuya Natsume.

Stephy Auger: And picked up a few more members of the Monkey Nation, no doubt. Well up next we’re about to have the first of our four first round matches in this year’s Dynamic Duos tournament, Kris. Are you ready for these?

Kris Cruise: I’ve been ready ever since the teams first started getting announced, Stephy. How often do we get to see the likes of Boardwalk Wrestling’s Incredible Legends in an FGA ring? Or Sin City Wrestling superstars, Whiskey Dex. EXODUS Pro’s own Christian Kane teaming with Kitty Sasso to form Vanagloria – who we saw earlier tonight! Or the EWC World Champion, Mark Storm teaming with Hiroyoshi Suzuki.

Stephy Auger: That’s not all. There’s also legendary tag team, the Knights of Anarchy, as well the rookie team of Luke Jackson and Jessica Sears, who you may remember from last year’s Frontier to the Future event.

Kris Cruise: I certainly do. And then, of course, the FGA teams of Dan and Hadley Herrera, as well as former two-time FGA Pride Champion, Chris Bond teaming with Jason Bronco, the son of legendary wrestler Isaac Bronco. Now, if Jason can wrestle anything like another of Isaac’s students that we’ve seen here in FGA – namely Dom Harter and Malcolm Drake – then Bond may have found himself a diamond in the rough for his tag partner this year.

Stephy Auger: We’ll find out later tonight when they face The Knights of Anarchy. Before then, we have The Herreras set to go up against The Incredible Legends, and that one is next!

[FGA Office]

[The camera shifts backstage to Hadley Herrera, who is doing some last minute stretches before her big tag match with Dan. She becomes startled when she hears someone clearing their throat near her. When she turns, she smiles as she sees Chandler Scott entering the picture.]

Chandler Scott: Hey you.

Hadley Herrera: Well, well, well… if it isn’t the FGA World Champion himself. Getting to see you twice in one week, I’m a lucky girl. I just hope that my cooking was up to snuff when you were over the other night. I’d hate to disappoint such a man of high standing.

[Hadley winks at Chandler and a smile widens across her face.]

Chandler Scott: I’ve got to admit, I had my doubts. But as it turns out, your food was surprisingly edible.

[Hadley places her hands on her hips and cocks her head to the side.]

Chandler Scott: Nah, I’m just messing with you. It was actually good....

[This perks up Hadley]

Chandler Scott: ... In fact, if you wanted to come down to Tampa next week, I’d love to return the favor.

Hadley Herrera: Well now Chandler. After your rave reviews of my one food, it would be hard to live up to my hype. You sure about this?

Chandler Scott: Of course. It’d be my pleasure.

Hadley Herrera: Well great! I’d love to come down. I’ve never actually been to Tampa. So that’ll be fun. I’m excited now!

Chandler Scott: So am I. So… are you nervous at all about tonight?

Hadley Herrera: Well to be honest, I am. I’ve not been in the ring for quite some time. And while I remember everything I have to do to be the wrestler I know I am. I’ve yet to go into the ring and actually do it. I’ll admit that I haven’t kept up with my training much during the past eight months. I hope that doesn’t affect anything tonight. I’d hate to disappoint Dan. I mean, if you listen to the Incredible Legends, I’m the weak link in our tag team. Apparently, all I do is hide behind Dan… you know, for the month or so we’ve actually been to each other and getting to know one another.

Chandler Scott: Yeah, I heard that. Clearly he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Hadley Herrera: It’s ok. He’ll know soon enough. If Ian Bishop doesn’t think I belong in that ring with him, then I’ll just show him exactly WHY I do belong in that ring. Why he’s the lucky one to be fighting against me. And Amp, he can say whatever he likes. He’s a windbag anyways as far as I’m concerned. He may have accolades, and that’s all well and good, but they don’t win you matches. And sure, they are an indicator of what they’ve done in the past, but the past is the past. This is the present, and none of that will help him in the ring. They both better hope that they’re as good as they advertise. That’s all I’m saying.

Chandler Scott: From what I’ve seen, these guys have made themselves out to be bigger than they actually are. Regardless, this is a huge opportunity for them. I highly doubt they want to blow it.

Hadley Herrera: This is a huge opportunity for both of us. And neither team is going into this lightly, as you can tell. I don’t want to pretend this will be a cakewalk, because it won’t. They’ve been a team for awhile. Me and Dan are just starting to work together. This’ll be a surprise match on the card, I’m sure of it.

Chandler Scott: Well it’s good you’ve got Dan in your corner. Despite what I’ve said about him in the past, he’s actually a pretty good wrestler. I’m sure you two will be alright.

Hadley Herrera: Well we’ve got the pesky Incredible Legends. But now you’ve got a woman on your heels that might be the best in the business. You ready for that?

Chandler Scott: Don’t worry about Cordy. She’ll be dealt with in due time.

Hadley Herrera: Surprise, another one of my friends that you’re fighting in an FGA ring. Cordy is a great person and a great wrestler. I know you’re the top of the heap Chandler, but I wouldn’t look past her. She’s coming for the title, and I know she’ll be happy to go through you for it too.

Chandler Scott: Oh, I’m not overlooking her at all. I know exactly what Cordy Stevenson is. She’s a talent. She’s driven. She’s got momentum on her side. But I also know what she’s not. And that’s someone better than me. She will give me the fight of her life at All-Star Showdown IV, I can guarantee you that. I expect her to throw anything and everything at me. But at the end of the day, it’s not going to matter because I’ve always been one step ahead of Cordy. And on July 25th, I’ll beat her ass again. End of story.

Hadley Herrera: Well, I wish you luck Chandler. Not that you or Cordy would need such things. But it’s the thought that counts right. I better finish stretching and getting ready for the Incredible Legends. Don’t want to pull a muscle mid-fight! Thanks for showing me those moves on Monday. They’ll really help I’m sure.

Chandler Scott: Yeah, sure thing. Not that you need it, but good luck out there tonight.

Hadley Herrera: Thanks Champ. That means a lot coming from you.

[Hadley’s cheeks get a little red. Chandler then leans over and kisses her on one of them.]

Chandler Scott: Anytime…

[Hadley’s smile once again comes wide on her face as Chandler turns around to walk away. He takes a few steps before coming toe to toe with Hadley’s brother, Dan.]

Chandler Scott: … Dan…

Dan Herrera: … Chandler…

[Chandler looks Dan up and down and smirks before walking off. As Dan eyes Chandler, he walks over towards Hadley motioning towards Chandler Scott as he walks away.]

Dan Herrera: What was that?

Hadley Herrera: Oh nothing. Don’t worry about it. He just came to wish us luck. He’s rooting for us.

[Dan reacts sarcastically.]

Dan Herrera: Wonderful. You about ready for this?

Hadley Herrera: Definitely. I am now. Let’s do it.

Dan Herrera: That’s the spirit.

[Dan and Hadley bump fists as the turn and head down the corridor preparing for the beginning of their match. The scene then fades to black.]

[FGA Office]

Sean Sands: Yes, I'm sure.

Backstage, we find FGA wrestler, Sean Sands, leaning up against a nearby wall and talking on his phone, which is pressed to his ear. He seems to sport a slight scowl on his face as the person he's talking to seems to be slowly pissing him off.

Sean Sands: Yeah, I know that Texas is a big state.

A response from the person on the other line gets a roll of the eyes from Sean.

Sean Sands: No, I don't know a specific city. I'm not a damn stalker.

Another response, this one getting an angry expression from Sean before he responds.

Sean Sands: Just do the job I paid you to do, dammit. Find him and then call me and let me know where he's at and what he's doing. I know it's a hard task, but that's what makes your job that much more interesting.

One final response, getting a positive reaction (a nod) out of Sands.

Sean Sands: Alright, great. Call me if you see or hear anything in Fort Worth. I've got a show I need to watch. Bye bye.

Sean closes the phone and slips it into his back pocket before realizing that he was being filmed this entire time. Sighing, Sands shakes his head at the cameras before turning and walking off into another direction, away from the cameras.

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos First Round Match
The Herreras vs. Incredible Legends

Kris Cruise: It's almost time for our second match of the evening, but who do you think Sean Sands was talking to just now?

Stephy Auger: I'm not sure, Kris. I'm not even sure if it's any of our business.

Kris Cruise: You're probably right. But now it's time to kick off the 2015 Dyanmic Duos tournament. We've already seen Jason Orion defeat Tatsuya Natsume tonight, as well as the contract signing for the FGA World Championship match between Chandler Scott and Cordy Stevenson at All Star Showdown IV!

Stephy Auger: I can't wait for that match.

Kris Cruise: Me neither. But tonight we bring to you all the four first round matches. As you all know, each year we showcase eight of the best tag teams from around the globe, all vying for a shot at the FGA World Tag Team Championships. The Murder won the inaugural tournament two years ago. The Young Guns won the tournament last year.

Stephy Auger: And the competition this year is fierce, Kris. We have legends, World champions, the whole shebang. All with one goal in mind. So lets get this started!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an opening round match for the Dynamic Duos tournament!

'The Ides of March' play as the light dims and various videos play on the FGA screen showcasing all the highlights of both 'the Living Legend' Amp and 'the Incredible' Ian Bishop's career thus far. Smoke begins to emit from the entrance curtain as the long minute and half instrumental introductio ends and the bass of 'Wrathchild' starts, as both Amp and Ian Bishop step out from the back to loud, long chorus of boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… The team of the “Living Legend”, Amp, and the “Incredible”, Ian Bishop… THE INCREDIBLE LEGENDS!!!!

Both men slowly walk down to the ring, cursing the fans before both entering the ring and staring down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents…

...Spoken...

"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them.

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… from Corpus Christi, Texas…. DAAAAAAAN HERRRRRRRERAAAAAAAA!!!

Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner…

The lights in the arena dim a bit and all turn blue as "New Medicines" by Dead Poetic begins to play. The screen starts to show running water over the screen with different two colored pills running through the water as it pours down the screen. The name "Hadley" appears on the screen as the song lyrics begin being sung.

These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they'll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.

Hadley walks out from behind the curtain. She walks down the ramp as the blue lights continue to pour down on the arena. She makes it to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. She walks over to one corner and climbs the turnbuckle. She lifts her right arm into the air and taps it's elbow several times with her left hands pointer and middle finger signifying a nurse looking for a vein.

New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it.

J.A. Aldridge: From Corpus Christi, Texas… HADLEEEEEY HERRRRRRERRRRRAAAAA!!!

Hadley hops off the turnbuckle and walks over to the other side climbing it again. She again raises her right arm and taps her elbow with her left arm. The music starts to fade and she jumps off the turnbuckle waiting for the match to start.

Kris Cruise: Not a good sign if a teams coming out individually, wouldn’t you say?

Stephy Auger: I don’t think it’s that deep, Kris. They probably couldn’t agree on whose theme song they came out to.

The referee waits for each team to figure out who was starting the match for them before he calls for the opening bell.

The match begins with Dan Herrera starting things off for his team, and Ian Bishop starting things for his. The two men get to the center of the ring and lock up, Herrera pulling Ian in for headlock. Dan wrenches in the pressure before Bishop pushes Dan off of him and sends him in the ropes. Herrera rebounds back and runs right into an abdominal stretch from Bishop! Bishop puts on the pressure, but before he could do much damage, Herrera overpowers him and hip toss Bishop to get out of the submission. Herrera waits for Bishop to get up, and takes him right back down to the mat with a stiff clothesline. He drags Bishop over to his corner and makes the tag to Hadley Herrera who climbs up to the rope while Herrera holds Bishop’s legs down. Hadley measures Bishop up and flies off the top turnbuckle, connecting with a diving knee drop! Dan leaves the ring and Hadley makes the quick cover…

ONE!
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TWO!

Not giving his partner a chance to kickout, Amp runs across the ring and stomps on Hadley’s head to break up the fall. Not stopping there, Amp lifts Hadley up to her feet and delivers a quick snap DDT on Hadley, angering her partner and brother.

Kris Cruise: Doesn’t look like Dan’s gonna stand back and watch his partner get attacked.

Stephy Auger: His partner, and his sister you mean.

Dan steps right into the ring and takes Amp down with a big shoulder block. Amp slides out of the ring, but grabs a hold of Dan’s foot and pulls him out of the ring. Just as Dan’s feet touch the thin canvas outside, Amp hits Herrera with a kick to the midsection, and follows it up with a standing tornado DDT! Dan’s head spikes hard off the thin protective mat, Hadley getting back to her feet and looking right outside. She screams something at Amp, but Ian Bishop comes up from behind her, locks his hands around her waist, and executes a German suplex with a pinning bridge!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Hadley gets her shoulder up to kickout of the German. Bishop gets back to his feet and immediately kicks Hadley in the head with a dropkick before dragging her toward his corner, making the tag to Amp. The man dubbed as the “Living Legend” enters the ring and immediately stomps down on Hadley’s arm. He points and laughs at the still down Dan Herrera at ringside, taunting Hadley by saying ‘you have no partner’ and kicking her square in the face. Amp lifts Hadley up to her feet and delivers a quick snap suplex, springing up to his feet afterward and taunting the crowd.

Stephy Auger: The Incredible Legends are looking good here so far.

Kris Cruise: Indeed they are. Divide and conquer strategy, and with Dan down and still out, it looks like they have Hadley right where they want her.

Amp eats up the boos and jeers from the crowd as he watches Dan slowly make it up to his feet and to his corner. Amp laughs at Dan as he lifts Hadley back to her feet, whips her toward Dan, but pulls back and delivers a decapitating short-arm clothesline! Hadley turns inside out and hits the mat, Amp grabbing a hold of her foot and dragging her toward his teams corner. He makes the tag to Bishop who hits the ring and immediately hits Hadley with high-arc knee to the face. Bishop doesn’t waste any time and lifts Hadley back to her feet, looking for a belly to belly suplex, but Hadley headbutts herself free and connects with a big step-up enziguri!

Kris Cruise: Think Hadley found the opening she needed!

With Bishop down, Hadley crawls toward her corner and sees Dan’s outstretched arm. She reaches closer and closer, but Bishop grabs her foot and stops Hadley dead in her tracks! Hadley spins on her back, pulls Bishop in, and pushes him back allowing her to make the tag to her partner Dan Herrera!

Stephy Auger: Here comes the heartbeat of FGA, Dan Herrera!

Kris Cruise: Are we in store for a spear session?

Herrera hits the ring and takes Bishop down with a huge lariat! He shifts his focus over to Amp and hits him with a right hand that sends him off the apron and into the protective barricade on the outside! Herrera turns around and moves himself into the corner, looking like he was ready to spear the life out of Bishop. Bishop staggers back up to his feet, and turns around…

Stephy Auger: SPEAR!

No! Bishop leap frogs over Herrera and locks his arms around Dan’s waist and hits a big German suplex! But one wasn’t enough as Bishop rolls his hips and makes it back to his feet with Herrera, hitting a second German suplex! Bishop wasn’t done there, rolling through once more and going for the trifecta, but Herrera elbows Bishop in the face until he releases the waist lock, lifts Bishop up, and slams him down with a big Samoan drop! Dan quickly gets up to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and splashes down onto Bishop to make the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Bishop kicks out right as soon Amp was coming in for the save. Amp yells something at Dan as Dan drags Bishop back toward his corner and makes the tag to Hadley. Hadley climbs up to the rope once again, this time waiting until Bishop was one his feet to come flying off with a double knee press to the chest! Hadley quickly makes another cover one Bishop…

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Bishop kicks out once again. Hadley sits Bishop up and runs off the ropes, connecting with a dropkick to the back of Bishop’s head! Hadley looks over at Amp and sarcastically blows him a guess before she bounces off the ropes and connects with a standing double footstomp to Bishop’s midsection. Hadley makes the quick to her brother who gets into the ring and body slams Hadley right on top of Bishop, executing a nice double team move. Hadley goes to the apron but Dan makes another quick tag as she climbs up to the top rope while Dan hits a pendulum backbreaker on Bishop. He holds him in position as Hadley comes flying off the top, connecting with a knee across the throat of the bent Bishop! Dan exits the ring as Hadley makes the cover one Bishop!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Amp dives across the ring and breaks up the count just as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. The crowd boos the “Living Legend” as Hadley storms up to her feet and chases Amp out of the ring! She screams something at him as he goes back to the apron, turning around and right into a kick to the midsection from Bishop, followed by a spike piledriver! Hadley bounces up from the impact as Bishop crawls to his corner and gingerly makes the tag to Amp.

Kris Cruise: Sick piledriver, and now Bishop makes the much needed tag.

Stephy Auger: I think Hadley might be out of it.

Amp grins at Dan Herrera and he walks around the still down Hadley in a circle. He grins at Dan before he puts the boots to Hadley, using the whole five count from the referee before he stops. Amp lifts Hadley up to a vertical base, but slams her right back down to the mat with a snap suplex. He gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, connecting with a legdrop right across Hadley’s throat. He makes the cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Hadley just got her shoulder as the referee’s hand was coming down for a three. Amp drags Hadley to his corner and makes the tag to Bishop who enters the ring and puts the boots to Hadley with his partner. Dan Herrera tries storming the ring, but is cut off by the referee before he could do anything. Amp taunts Herrera as Bishop lifts Hadley up to her feet and hits her with a legsweep DDT! Amp stomps down at Hadley twice before moving back to the apron, the referee finally getting Herrera out of the ring.

Bishop taunts Dan on the apron as he lifts Hadley up to a vertical base, signaling for his patent vertical suplex stunner. He gets Hadley in position and lifts her up, but Hadley slides down Bishop’s back and catches him with a dropkick to the spine! Bishop bounces into the ropes, and on the rebound back, Hadley leaps up and hits Bishop with a beautiful back cracker!

Kris Cruise: Nice move by Hadley there!

Stephy Auger: Can she makes the tag now, though? That’s what she needs!

Kris Cruise: Same thing can be said for Bishop. They both need to make the tag asap.

Hadley crawls closer and closer to her corner, but it appears Bishop has the same idea! It’s a race to see who makes the tag first, but Hadley and Bishop make it to their corner almost simultaneously and make the tag to their partners! Dan and Amp meet in the center of the ring, exchanging right hands! Dan gets the better of the attack and back Amp into the corner, driving his shoulder directly into Amp’s midsection. After four shoulder thrusts, Dan pulls Amp out of the corner, locks his hands around his back, and hits a picture perfect overhead belly to belly suplex! Ian Bishop comes back into the ring and takes Dan down with a flying forearm smash, but Hadley comes right back in to take Bishop down with a headscissors! Bishop rolls out of the ring, but Hadley wasn’t through with her attack as she bounces off the ropes and soars out of the ring with a beautiful suicide dive onto Bishop!

Stephy Auger: What a move by Hadley there!

Kris Cruise: I think she just took Bishop out of the equation with that one.

Stephy Auger: Looks like she took herself out too! Neither one of them are moving!

Amp looks outside at the downed Hadley and Amp, screaming for his partner to get up and back on the apron. Amp shrugs it off, turns around, and gets flipped inside out with a huge spear from Herrera! The crowd explodes as Dan yells that it’s over and makes a cut-throat gesture as he lifts Amp back to his feet. Dan gets Amp in position, lifts him over his head… MUSCLE BUSTER! Dan hits his patent “Walking Papers” and makes the cover…

ONE!
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Bishop gets to his feet and starts walking toward the ring.
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TWO!
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Bishop goes to slide into the ring, but Hadley holds onto his foot and stops him!
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THREE!!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners… HADLEY AND DAN HERRERRRRRRRRRRRRA!!

The ruckus Amarillo crowd explodes as “Dangerous Business since 1979” blares over the arena sound system. Dan moves toward the ropes and helps Hadley back to her after the hard fought battle with the Incredible Legends.

Kris Cruise: They did it. The Herreras did it. They are one step closer to winning this years Dynamic Duos!

Stephy Auger: That was a great match, Kris. Hopefully this isn’t the last we see of the Incredible Legends, but congratulations go out to the Herreras. What a way to kickoff their Dynamic Duos journey.

Dan holds Hadley’s arm up in the air as the two celebrate their first round victory. Bishop and Amp reconvene on the outside, staring up at The Herreras with disdain in their eyes; Bishop doesn't look best pleased with himself as he and his partner make their way backstage.

[FGA Office]

Deep in the dusty, beer-drenched and BBQ-scented bowels of the Amarillo Civic Center Coliseum we find Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum kicking their metaphorical heels, as they sit around with nothing to do except try to block all knowledge of that Neil Sedaka song from their minds - and, lucky for the pair of them, Cherry has something on her mind other than hugging her pillow every night

Cherry: So I was thinking, J-K, that maybe you should start thinking of...oh, I don't know, maybe you should consider having somebody who can watch your back on a more permanent basis.

Karma: I'm not sure what you mean, Miss Baum. I thought you took care of yourself admirably against Seenkeety.

Cherry: Yeah, well, about that...let's be honest here, I'm not a trained wrestler so I'm not somebody who can step into the ring to fight beside you when the time calls for it, and I certainly didn't like Cyn putting me in the firing line for several weeks, because I'm not used to having to deal with that.

Karma pauses to think for a moment

Karma: You know what, Miss Baum? You might be on to something. However, we'll have to stick a pin in that one for a little while, because I've been thinking about a few things myself, and I've had a minor revelation.

There's the slightest hint of disappointment on Cherry's face that Karma isn't hearing her out

Cherry: So what's the plan?

Karma: Well, since it seems that the FWA Championship is going to once again dangle just out of my reach, as The Poor Man's Johnny Karma has his hands full with Cordy Stevenson in the near future, that leaves my schedule as empty as that space between a Yankees fan’s ears. I thought long and hard about what it was that was missing, and for a time I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

Cherry listens to Karma, wondering where this is going – and is startled when he claps his hands together

Karma: Just as I was getting befuddled by this conundrum, it suddenly became so simple that I couldn’t believe I’d missed something so obvious.

Cherry: Such as…?

Karma: I may have been as close to the bottom as somebody who is clearly better than those shlubs at the bottom could be, but not only did I come back I came back to show the world that plenty of people have underestimated me. Jimmy Page underestimated me, and I beat him. Sinkitty underestimated me, and I beat her…with a little help from my friends, if you know what I mean.

Karma winks at Cherry…then pauses for a moment, not quite sure why he just did that

Karma: …anyway, I’ve proved that I can compete with the nuttiest and the sweariest, and yet where’s my validation? In fact, I spent the whole of last year proving I could compete with anyone, and yet what did I have to show for it? The only title shot I got last year was carrying a battle royal for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship only for somebody to shtil me because they’re a bitter loser. So for all the talk of rediscovering my pride, if I really want to show everyone that I mean business there’s only one way to do it, and that’s become a two-time Pride Champion.

Right at that moment, a woman strides into view, smirking and then leaning against the wall. We come to find that it’s Fujiko Mine, who changes her view from Cherry to Johnny Karma and back before pushing herself off the wall and approaches the two of them.

Fujiko Mine: Johnny, how are you? Cherry! Nice to see you. Congrats on the victory, by the way.

She gives them a genuine smile as she says this, and takes a moment to read Johnny’s face before speaking up again.

Fujiko Mine: Oh, what am I doing here? Well, I don’t mean to insult you, Johnny...but I’m not so sure you are the purest wrestler in FGA. I mean, just take a look at the match you and I had. You definitely used some devious tactics to win that match, so what else makes you think that you should be next in line for a shot at the Pride title?

She tilts her head to the side, giving Johnny a quizzical look.

Fujiko Mine: Maybe someone who is a beacon of what the Pride champion should be should be next in line. Someone like…

She taps her chin, in thought. She then seems to come across the idea and throws an index finger in the air.

Fujiko Mine: Someone like me! Yeah. I like that idea way better. Don’t you?

Karma looks at Fujiko, then looks to Cherry, then look back at Fujiko

Karma: Was there ever any doubt about it? I mean, what sort of person spends weeks talking a good game right up until they get into the ring, where they spectacularly fail to back it up?

Karma gives Fujiko a "You know what I mean?" look

Karma: However, I'm not sure what you mean about me using some kind of "devious tactics" when I'm doing my thing in the...darnit, I hate when my sentences rhyme by accident. Anyway, as everybody knows, when I step into the ring my tactics are whiter than white, so white in fact that they wear FUBU shorts and listen to 50 Cent.

Seeing that Karma's getting off track, Cherry steps in to steer the conversation back on track

Cherry: You know, J-K, Fujiko has a point. After all, you could just walk up to Mia Scott backstage and demand a title shot there and then...

Karma is about to walk away, but Cherry quickly grabs his arm so she can finish

Cherry: As I was saying, you could walk up to Mia Scott and demand a title shot, but she could always say no, for whatever reason that would be. On the other hand, if you and Fujiko had a match to declare the #1 Contender for the Pride Championship, there's no way anyone could argue that you'd earned that title shot.

Karma thinks about the proposition for a moment

Karma: You know, Miss Baum, I like the sound of that. So you know what, Fuji'? I will take you up on your offer, and prove to both people who didn't notice that I am the purest athlete on the FWA roster and, you know, get one step closer to having the belt that proves it.

Fujiko genuinely beams at Cherry.

Fujiko Mine: I just knew I liked you, Miss Baum.

She then turns back to Johnny, and the smile fades a bit.

Fujiko Mine: So then, you and me, and I get the chance to prove to everyone that you aren’t exactly as squeaky clean as it comes then, eh? Ooh, and then I could get the chance to face Mia Scott and put that...

She frowns as the thought crosses her mind.

Fujiko Mine: ...Incident behind me, and redeem myself by winning the Pride title?

She ponders this, with a mischievous glint in her eye. She then nods to him.

Fujiko Mine: You’re on.

The slightest hint of a smirk crosses the corner of Karma's mouth, before he flashes his winning smile

Karma: I guess we are.

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos First Round Match
Vanagloria vs. Society of Sovereignty

J.A. Aldridge: The following is a Dynamic Duos tournament tag team match scheduled for one fall!

The slow melody of "Far From Any Road" begins to play through the sound system, as the crazed fans begin to quiet down as the lights in the arena begin to dim. All eyes divert to the top of the entrance ramp - where smoke begins to rise from the stage, a few pyrotechnics erupting before quieting.

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

As the lyrics from The Handsome Families hit song plays through the arena, emerging from the tunnel is the self proclaimed "Reckoning", Mark Storm - his eyes vacant as he fixated his eyes on the ring, his arms by his side and his feet shoulder width apart as he stood, motionless on the top of the ramp whilst the audience watch wearily. Alongside him is his tag team partner, Hiroyoshi Suzuki.

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.

They begin their walk down the aisle; Storm soaks in the negative reaction from the Amarillo fans without reacting to it, remaining placid throughout his journey as Suzuki plays up to the fans' reaction.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.
A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

At this point Storm had reached the outside of the four sided ring, his eyes still vacant, his face remaining emotionless as he leaps onto the ring apron entering the ring. With the audience applauding him he walks over towards the centre of the ring, turning three sixty with his arms out wide, his emotionless face finally showing some emotion as a grin appears on his face, his teeth glistening. Suzuki makes his way over to the corner, posing on the middle rope before removing his jacket.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.
And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands

Storm takes off his leather coat, passing it over to the ring announcer before moving over to his designated corner.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, they are Mark Storm and Hiroyoshi Suzuki, THE SOCIETY OF SOVEREIGNTY!

Kris Cruise: These two are certainly well decorated and experienced, having wrestled across the world. And Mark Storm is of course making his return to an FGA ring tonight.

Stephy Auger: Indeed he is, Kris. He's certainly been impressive ever since we last saw him here, and hopefully he has more success in Dynamic Duos this year. But here come their opponents.

The opening chords of Bang Camaro's “Night Lies” begin as Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso appear on the stage. Kitty is bouncing with excitement and all smiles though she ignores the fans entirely, Kane on the other hand interacts with them, slapping a few hands and doing the slick fade from a fist bump before the pair start down the ramp for the ring.

Load in, she's there
I am a big deal, baby
Tune up, prepare
I make a lot of money

Kitty slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to her feet, sitting on the middle strand to allow Kane to enter the ring. She twirls and removes her ring jacket, 'accidentally' dropping it and bending over slowly to pick it up while Kane urges the fans to applaud with a smirk on his handsome face.

We can be all you need
Lick it up, all we're saying
We can be anything you can dream

Kitty winks at the ring announcers and then tosses her jacket out while Kane strips out of his shirt, tossing it out to the fans and doing a pose to show off his form.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 340 pounds, they are Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso....VANAGLORIA!

Kris Cruise: Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso have known each other for a few years now, but this is going to be the first time they ever get to team together.

Stephy Auger: I’m sure they’re confident it’s going to be a success.

Kitty Sasso and Mark Storm step out of the ring for their respective teams, allowing Christian Kane and Hiroyoshi Suzuki to kick things off.

The ref calls for the bell to ring and Hiroyoshi and Christian quickly lockup before Christian gets the upper hand with a quick headlock. Hiroyoshi, obviously wanting to get out of the situation, quickly pushes Christian towards the nearest ropes, then tries to irish whip Christian towards the opposite ropes, but Kane keeps that headlock tight and drops to a knee. Some of the audience eats this up as they laugh and clap, bringing a big smile on Kane’s face as he realizes that they already love his antics. He quickly takes down Hiroyoshi with a headlock takedown, looking over at Mark Storm with another big smile on his face. Eventually, Hiroyoshi slips out of the headlock and quickly rolls away from Christian, who gets to his feet immediately with that same grin on his face.

Kris Cruise: It seems like CK is trying to play mind games early on in this match.

Stephy Auger: Get into the head of your opponent and the match could very well be won there.

Suzuki quickly tries to charge at Kane, but is met with a dropkick to the face to cheers from the audience. Hiroyoshi quickly rolls to his feet after getting kicked and is quickly met with a chop to the chest from Christian that sends him stumbling back towards the empty corner of the ring. Kane then catches Suzuki with a couple of forearm strikes before he pulls him out of the corner, wrapping him in closely, then lifting him up and planting him with a belly to belly suplex! CK quickly goes for the cover as Storm shouts at Suzuki to kick out.

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: A kickout by Suzuki there, but Kane has certainly looked good so far.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, it’s good stuff by Kane, but we haven’t really gotten to see any teamwork yet. And that should be interesting.

Kane gets to his feet after true kick out and moves over to his corner, tagging in Sasso to boos. The two then grab Suzuki before whipping him towards the ropes. He bounces off of them and comes back to a double team dropkick from Vanagloria! Sasso goes for the cover while Kane rolls out of the ring.

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: Another very close call there for SoS. Not a good start for them.

Stephy Auger: Not a good start indeed, but we’re at least going to see how much punishment both of these teams can take throughout this match.

Kitty quickly gets to her feet and turns around before she attempts to go for a standing moonsault after taunting the fans a bit, only for Hiroyoshi to roll away into one of the uninhabited corners. Suzuki slowly uses the turnbuckles to get himself to his feet, but when he turns around, he gets caught with a dropkick that sends him leaning up against the corner as the Amarillo crowd gives Kitty a lukewarm reaction to that move. She then charges forward and catches Hiroyoshi on the side of the head with an enzuigiri, Hiroyoshi falling to the mat as Kitty quickly goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: What an enzuigiri! Could be it right here!

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KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: Almost a three count! But Suzuki is keeping himself alive in this match.

Kitty gets to her feet again after the latest kickout and looks over at the ref, who tells her that he only got a two count. She yells at him to count faster, but he responds by saying he was counting fast enough. Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kitty walks over to her corner and tags in Christian, who gets a favorable reaction from the audience. He quickly hits the ring and helps Kitty get Hiroyoshi up to both feet before they both lift him up, then plant him with a double team suplex! Kitty rolls out of the ring afterwards as Kane goes for another pin attempt!

Kris Cruise: Good double team suplex!

Stephy Auger: Looks like Kane and Sasso really do know how to work together.

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: I do sense that there is a lot of pin attempts being taken.

Stephy Auger: Think it’s Vanagloria’s way of trying to frustrated Suzuki and make him exert even more energy by trying to kick out repeatedly.

CK gets to his feet after the kickout and looks out at the audience before leaping up and missing an elbow drop on the Master of Perfection! Kane quickly rolls to a knee afterwards, shaking the arm that took that elbow to mat action, while Suzuki gets to his feet as fast as possible, runs forward, and plants a big boot on the side of Kane’s head! Suzuki then goes for the cover as Sasso looks ready to jump in!

Kris Cruise: And the momentum has shifted!

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TW-KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: It’s not enough for a two count, but it’s at least going to get the Society of Sovereignty some breathing room.

Hiroyoshi quickly crawls over to his corner before letting Mark Storm tag himself in and try to do some damage. He quickly grabs Kane by the hair as he pulls him up to both feet before he irish whips him into the nearest corner. Storm then charges in and connects with an elbow smash that gets the audience booing. He backs up afterwards, seeing that CK seems to be close to out of it, before Storm charges back in and drills Kane with a European uppercut! Christian falls to the mat face first, while Mark looks out at the audience, cracking his neck as a sour look appears on his face.

Kris Cruise: Mark Storm has come in like a one man wrecking crew right now.

Stephy Auger: Think some of the words CK said may have gotten to him?

Kris Cruise: Not so much that, but the man has just gotten into this match. He’s gotta be fired up.

Storm waits for Kane to get to his feet, which he slowly does, albeit groggily, before he hooks CK’s waist from behind, hoists him, and sends him flying into the corner with a release German suplex! CK slumps down onto the ground as Storm has just knocked the wind out of him. Mark grabs Christian’s legs and pulls him out of the corner before he goes for the cover, Amarillo FGA fans booing him.

Stephy Auger: OUCH.

Kris Cruise: Kane’s going to feel that tomorrow!

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KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: And Kane keeps his team alive with another kickout!

Mark gets to his feet after the kickout, almost unphased by the fact that Christian was able to stay alive and keep his team’s hopes alive in this match. Mark then quickly begins dragging Kane near the corner, setting him up on his back, before turning his back to him and beginning to climb the turnbuckles all the way to the top. Once at the top, Storm looks out at the Amarillo fans that boo him, before he leaps off backwards.

Kris Cruise: Storm’s gonna fly!

Storm lands right on top of Kane with a moonsault!

Stephy Auger: The moonsault connects!

Storm then goes for the cover!

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: Kane kicks out!

Stephy Auger: I can’t believe it!

The Amarillo audience pops as Kane shoots his right shoulder up, breaking up another count, while Sasso was halfway in the ring, ready to dive. She exits back out onto the apron and starts clapping her hands as she tries to will CK back into this. The audience claps along, despite their slight dislike of her, but Storm just mounts himself on top of Kane and begins drilling him with lefts and rights before getting to his feet, walking over to his corner, and tagging in Suzuki to boos from the audience. The two men then get Kane to his feet before they perform a legsweep and lariat combo as Storm does the legsweep, while Suzuki catches Kane with a lariat! Storm then quickly rolls out of the ring as Suzuki goes for the cover to boos from the audience!

Kris Cruise: That looked rather impressive.

Stephy Auger: It looked like they just may have CK down for the count!

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KICKOUT!

Suzuki quickly gets Kane to his feet and hooks his head before he plants him with a DDT to boos from the audience. But Hiroyoshi isn’t done there as he grabs CK by the hair again and gets him to his feet once more, screaming something in Japanese to CK’s face. Suzuki then whips Kane into the same corner Storm is in before he charges forward and catches Kane with a high knee before tagging in Mark to do more damage. Mark quickly hits the ring as Christian falls to the mat before he goes for the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: Christian’s got to find a way to get out of this. He’s taken a hell of a beating.

Stephy Auger: I agree. Hopefully it doesn’t lead to a loss for his team.

Storm slowly gets to his feet after the kickout and grabs Kane by the hair once more, kneeing him in the face once as he slowly gets him to his feet. Storm then hoists Kane up and looks to go for a powerslam, but CK slips out from behind Storm...and catches him with a dropkick to the back of the head that absolutely floors him! The audience cheers as CK quickly crawls towards his corner...leaps....and tags in Sasso to her first positive reaction of the night!

Kris Cruise: Here come Kitty!

Kitty quickly hits the ring and rushes over towards the SoS corner, catching Hiroyoshi with a dropkick that sends him falling to the ground outside! Sasso then turns her attention to Storm, who’s gotten up to his feet, before she charges forward, wraps her legs around his neck, and pulls back, catching him with a hurricanrana before she hooks both of his legs, following up the move with a pin attempt!

Stephy Auger: What a move!

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KICKOUT!

Storm manages to just kickout at the last second as both he and Sasso quickly get to their feet. But Sasso is quicker as she quickly does a 360 before catching Storm with a roundhouse kick to a more positive than negative reaction from the audience! Sasso quickly goes for the cover again!

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KICKOUT!

Once again, Mark Storm kicks out and it leads to Kitty looking ready to argue the count once more, only for her to refrain from doing so and instead, turning her attention back to Mark, who was now on all fours. She quickly grabs the larger man by his hair and slowly got him to both feet before she attempts to irish whip him, only for Mark to reverse it and send her to the corner instead! Mark then charges forward, looking to start his own momentum, only for Kitty to catch him with a dropkick to the knee that sends him falling face first into the bottom turnbuckle! Mark holds his nose in pain as he slowly uses the turnbuckles to help himself up.

Kris Cruise: Well, that didn’t look good at all for Mark Storm.

Once Storm gets himself up to both feet, he slowly turns around and leans up against the corner, but doesn’t have a second to breathe as Kitty comes flying in with a handspring back elbow! Sasso moves back as Storm falls face first onto the mat! Sasso then drops down and slowly rolls him over before she goes for the cover!

Stephy Auger: Handspring back elbow from Kitty Sasso! This could be it!

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THR-NO!

Boken up by Suzuki! He rushes in and saves the match for his team by catching Sasso in the back of the head with a stomp to boos. Kane looks ready to hit the ring after that, but stops himself when he sees Suzuki quickly exit and head back over to his corner. Kane then asks Sasso to roll to him so she can tag him in, but Storm’s closer to his corner, so he tags in Suzuki to boos. Hiroyoshi quickly hits the ring and pulls Kitty back towards the center of the ring before catching her with an elbow drop to boos. He then goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: And once again, it seems like the momentum has shifted.

Stephy Auger: Both teams have tried to slow the pace down during their offensive attack stints, but it may come back to bite Vanagloria if this leads to a loss.

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KICKOUT!

Kitty kicks out at two, getting some clapping in response from Christian, who is eagerly waiting on the apron to be tagged back into this thing. But Hiroyoshi doesn’t plan on doing any of that as he quickly gets to his feet after the kickout and grabs Kitty by the hair before getting her to her feet as well. He shoves Sasso into the ropes and she bounces back towards him, getting caught with a European uppercut! Sasso lies motionless on the mat as Suzuki drops down, a smile on his face, before he goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: God, what an uppercut by Suzuki!

Stephy Auger: That should have knocked a few screws loose!

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KICKOUT!

Suzuki looks over to Storm, and nods at him before he tags in his fellow SoS member. Suzuki then whips Sasso into his corner, before charging in and catching her with a dropkick to the chest! Storm rushes in and follows that up with a corner splash before pulling Sasso out of the corner, lifting her up, and planting her with a snap suplex! He then goes for the cover!

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KICKOUT!

Sasso manages to kick out again, but this leads to Storm tagging Suzuki back in before both men have a small convo. Once they’ve come to an agreement, they both nod their heads and Storm exits the ring, while Suzuki walks over and grabs Sasso by the hair before getting her up to both feet again. He whips her into the nearest corner and she hits it chest first before bouncing back, allowing Suzuki to hook her arms from behind and lift her before planting her with a dragon suplex! Suzuki keeps the bridge locked in, allowing the ref to go for another count!

Kris Cruise: Dragon suplex...with a bridge!

Stephy Auger: Kitty could be in bad position right now!

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TH-NOO! Broken up by Kane!

Christian comes in and breaks the fall up by kicking Hiroyoshi in the ribs. As CK backs up, the Master of Perfection gets to his knees and looks at Kane with a sour expression. Kane exits out onto the apron, but Suzuki then looks over at Storm and nods his head. Storm drops down from the apron and starts racing around the ring to where Kane is, but CK sees this coming and drops down off the apron as well! Once Storm turns the corner, he is met with Kane’s Busaiku knee kick to a big pop from the audience! Storm lies motionless on the ground outside as Suzuki watches on in disbelief!

Kris Cruise: STKO connects! Storm’s out cold!

Suzuki looks at Kane, a scowl on his face, before he is rolled up from behind by Sasso, who hooks the tights as well, the ref not spotting that!

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Stephy Auger: Kitty almost had him there!

Both competitors scramble to their feet, but Kitty is first, and she catches Hiroyoshi with a kick to the gut that keels him over. She attempts to grab at his hair, but she shoves her back into the close by ropes, where CK is able to hop on the apron at the last second and slap Kitty’s back, though Suzuki never saw it. When Sasso bounces back, she catches Suzuki with a dropkick to the knee before quickly getting to her feet and seeing CK get in the ring. She then motions to Kane to finish it off, moving out of the way just as Suzuki was groggily getting up to both feet, before Kane drilled him with his superkick! Suzuki falls to the mat as Kane goes for the cover while Sasso makes sure Storm doesn’t get up and break the count.

Kris Cruise: SSK! SSK! SSK!

Stephy Auger: Sleep tight, Hiroyoshi!

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners and moving on to the second round....CHRISTIAN KANE AND KITTY SASSO....VANAGLORIA!!!

Kane gets to his feet after the match and both he and Sasso hug before the two have their hands raised in victory. Suzuki rolls out of the ring slowly, joining Storm on the ground outside as Kane and Sasso celebrate their victory.

Kris Cruise: Kitty Sasso and Christian Kane move on to the second round of the Dynamic Duos tournament!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but they sure got a hell of a fight from Hiroyoshi Suzuki and Mark Storm tonight.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Fujiko Mine vs. Izzy Anders

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia … IZZY ANDERS!

In an instance, "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine almost blasts the speakers useless. A light red shade spreads among the crowd. When the overpowering sounds of the song settle only a tad, Izzy makes her way out. She walks out, stepping close to the camera operator. Izzy puts up a boxing stance, throws a few, playful strikes at the camera, and gives the camera a smile before turning back to the ring. She rhythmically makes her way down to the ring, cracking her knuckles. She offers her hands to the audience, slapping any outstretched hands with passion and glee.

She reaches ringside and proceeds to walk around the whole ring, greeting every fan there. She walks by the commentary team, yelling out at them. "You all ready for this?!" she yells before, getting onto the ring apron. She ascends the top rope, headbanging to the vigorous song. She leaps into the ring, bouncing around, keeping her intensity at an all-time high. Even as she stops moving around the ring, she still opts to bounce about.

Kris Cruise: A trememendous opportunity for this young lady tonight, Stephy. Izzy Anders in just her third FGA match is set to go one-on-one against the former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, Fujiko Mine.

Stephy Auger: Indeed she is, Kris. And after that impressive showing in her debut and that favorable appearance in the Gold Rush Rumble, a victory over Fujiko would surely set Izzy Anders on the right track.

Kris Cruise: But we both know that won’t be an easy task. Not when Fujiko is determined to rebound from that title loss to Noelle Smith two weeks ago at Glory Road.

A short static burst rings out, following by a high pitched buzz. It warps into a funky beat that tells the crowd who is on their way. The crowd begins to cheer for Lady Luck, as pink and purple lights dance around the entrance area. As the beat drops, Fujiko leaps through the curtain, jumping into the air and whipping her head forward. Her hair flows through the air around her head, and when she lands she has a large grin on her face. She poses cutely as a few fans throw multicolored streamers around her on the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, residing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin … ‘LADY LUCK’ FUJIKO MINE!

She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before posing. She high fives some of the fans that have their hands outstretched. Once she reaches ringside, Fujiko leaps onto the apron from the floor. She walks over to the turnbuckle, and hops up onto it, singing along as some of the crowd members throw more multicolored streamers around her. She then hops down, and bounces on her heels, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: Here we go!

As the bell rings, the two ladies tie up. Fujiko slips behind Izzy, grabbing her into a waistlock, but Izzy quickly shoots an elbow back that connects to the side of Fujiko's head, breaking her grasp. Izzy shoots forward towards the ropes, and storms back. Fujiko attempts a clothesline, but Izzy ducks underneath it. She continues on, hitting the ropes again. As she bounces back this time, she breaks into a slide, slipping right through Fujiko's legs. Izzy quickly hops back to her feet, and launches into the air, connecting plush with a dropkick as soon as Fujiko turns around.

Both ladies spring back to their feet, but Izzy is the aggressor as she fires off a slicing knife edge chop that sends Fuji stumbling back. Izzy fires off another before pressing Fujiko against the ropes and whipping her across the ring. As Fujiko hits the ropes, Izzy looks to deliver a back body drop, but Fujiko rolls right across her back, landing behind her. Izzy whips around only to get caught with a spinning heel kick.

Stephy Auger: What a kick from Fujiko!

Fujiko snatches Izzy up and rocks her with a hard forearm shot. She then whips Izzy into the nearest corner. Fuji backpedals a bit, before charging forward looking to connect with a corner lariat, but Izzy ducks out of the way and takes Fujiko down with a schoolgirl pin.

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Fujiko quickly kicks out. Both ladies scramble to their feet. Izzy steams forward and delivers a dropkick that pushes Fujiko into the corner turnbuckle. Izzy promptly pops up to her feet and then follows up with a vicious running European Uppercut. She rolls Fujiko from the corner, and drops down to make the pin.

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Once again the former Mid-Atlantic champion forces her way out. Izzy stays on the attack however as she pulls Fujiko to her feet and gets her in an arm wrench that causes the former Mid Atlantic champ to grimace in pain. Izzy then places a barrage of kicks to Fujiko’s chest, before finishing up with a hook kick that puts Fujiko back down to the mat.

Kris Cruise: Good thing she’s got ample protecti–

Stephy Auger: Kris!

Izzy grabs her by the hair and starts pulling her to a vertical base, but Fujiko fires off a forearm shot to her midsection. Fujiko rises to her feet and rips off another forearm shot, this one to Izzy's face, and the crowd begins to come alive in support of the former Mid-Atlantic champ. Fujiko delivers one more before backing Izzy into the ropes and attempting to whip her across the ring. Izzy reverses it however, shooting Fuji into the ropes instead.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko sent against the ropes, what does Izzy Anders have in mind here?

As Fuji rebounds, Izzy attempts a clothesline but Fujiko ducks underneath. She hits the ropes again and rebounds, this time taking the initiative and putting Izzy down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissor takedown to cheers from the crowd. Fujiko then springs to her feet and storms towards the ropes, leaping on and then flipping back with a springboard moonsault that connects. She hooks a leg and makes the cover.

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Stephy Auger: So close!

Izzypop gets a shoulder up. Fujiko lifts her back to a standing base and whips her hard into the corner turnbuckle. She then charges and connects with a hard corner lariat. As Izzy stumbles away, Fujiko hoists herself up onto the top rope. She waits patiently for Izzy to turn back around before flying off, grabbing her by the head and slamming her down to the mat with a diving facebuster to cheers from the crowd. She then goes for a cover.

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The Bee's Knees is able to get a shoulder up at the count of two. Fujiko stands her back up, but then quickly puts her down with a snap suplex. She hurriedly gets back to her feet and then follows up with a standing shooting star press before hooking the leg once again.

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Kris Cruise: Another nearfall, but I thought that was it.

Stephy Auger: So did I.

Once again Izzy is able to kick out. Fujiko grabs her by the hair and lifts her back to a vertical base. She staggers Izzy with a hard chop to the chest, and then follows it up with another. She grabs Izzy and whips her into the ropes, but Izzy hooks her arms around them, preventing her from bouncing back. Fujiko storms towards her looking to clothesline her out of the ring, but Izzy ducks and uses Fujiko’s momentum to back body drop her over the ropes. Fujiko twists her body in the air and is able to stick a landing on the apron. Izzy turns around and is rocked by a forearm shot that staggers her back. Fujiko then hoists herself up onto the ropes and springboards off, connecting with a big hurricanrana that draws a big pop from the crowd. She hooks the leg and leans forward for added leverage as the crowd counts along.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE--- NO!!!

Kris Cruise: How did she kick out of that?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, but this match isn’t over yet!

Somehow Izzy manages to muster up enough strength to kick out at the very last second. Fujiko climbs to her feet, and locks in on her target. She takes a few steps back and motions for Izzy to get up. Izzy groggily pushes to her feet, and as soon as she’s up, Fujiko pushes forward looking to connect with the Lucky Shot! Izzy is able to dodge out of the way however, and as Fujiko lands and turns around, she’s served up with a nice little dose of Dirty Dancin’ from Izzy that gets the crowd riled up. With the move connected, Izzy dives on top of Fujiko, to make the pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-- No!

Fujiko kicks out. Both ladies remain down for a moment. After a while, Izzy slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. She reaches down and pulls Fujiko up to her feet. She tries to catch her with an octopus stretch, but before she can lock it in, Fujiko pulls free, and swipes Izzy’s legs out from under her which puts her on the mat. She then sprints towards the ropes, and as Izzy gets back to her feet, Fujiko storms back, connecting with her Hot Spring Skinny Dipping single leg dropkick that sends Izzypop spiralling to the mat. Fujiko crawls over to make the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE?!?! NO!!!

Stephy Auger: A lesser opponent would have been finished there, but not Izzy Anders.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko is pulling out all the stops, but it hasn’t been enough so far.

Izzy kicks out right before the referee makes the three count! Fujiko looks at the ref and he only holds two fingers up to her, confirming that it was only a two count. Fujiko nods, and takes a deep breath, realizing that the match is still on.

She gets to her feet and helps Izzy back to hers, before moving behind her. The crowd murmurs with anticipation as they see Fujiko reach around and grope Izzy’s chest, the same way that she did at Glory Road. She screams out “Boobplex!” -- but before she can perform the move, Izzy delivers three sharp elbows in rapid succession, causing Fuji to break her grasp.

Izzy then performs a standing switch, positioning herself behind Fujiko and grabbing her into a waistlock. Even in the midst of battle, a small smile appears on Izzy’s face as she finds herself in such a favorable position. Slowly her hands slide up, and she gropes Fujiko’s chest. She glances both ways as the crowd thunders in encouragement as they notice what she’s about to do. She yells out “Boobplex!” and hits Fujiko with her own patented move as the crowd gives a thunderous ovation. She then goes for the pin as the crowd counts along.

Kris Cruise: …lucky Izzy…

Stephy Auger: Ahem. Izzy stealing Fujiko’s own move there; could this be it?

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE---- NO!

The crowd actually lets out a collective groan as Fujiko manages to get a shoulder up but that quickly turns into applause at the effort of both ladies. Izzy sits up, shaking her head, realizing how close she was to defeating the former Mid-Atlantic Champion. She slowly climbs to her feet, and yanks Fujiko up into position for her Roll The Bass Lifting Rolling Cutter. Fujiko torques her body however, and forcefully shoves Izzy away. As Izzy approaches, Fujiko catches her with a handstand calf kick that causes her to stumble back. She quickly regains her footing and surges forward looking to connect with a lariat. Fujiko ducks underneath and bursts towards the ropes. She rebounds and storms back, leaping into the air and catching Izzy with a flying butt to the face. As Izzy is pushing to her feet, Fujiko presses forward and grabs her, planting her into the mat with a snap DDT. She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-- NO!

Once again, Izzy Anders kicks out at the last fraction of a second. Fujiko sits up, breathing heavily and not believing that it wasn’t a three count. She uneasily pushes to her feet, and brings Izzy up with her. Fuji reels back and delivers a hard right hand that staggers the Nova Scotian. She then takes off towards the ropes again and rebounds, looking to connect with another Hot Spring Skinny Dipping. But Izzy spins out of the way, causing Fujiko to crash to the mat. She watches as Fujiko scrambles to her feet, and once she’s up, Izzy lunges forward, looking to connect with the Capetown Sunset but Fujiko dodges it! Izzy lands, and spins around just as Fujiko surges forward for the Lucky Shot. Instinctively, Izzy sidesteps, and swats the knee away causing Fuji to turn and land off balance. Izzy grabs her into an inverted facelock and connects with Roll The Bass to a huge pop from the crowd. She then goes for the pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … IZZY ANDERS!

As Izzy is celebrating her victory, Fujiko slowly pulls herself up off of the mat, grimacing in pain. She glares over at Izzy, and then makes her way over towards her. She reaches out and grabs Izzy by the arm, spinning her around. For a second the two women stare at each other, but then Fujiko leans forward, placing a kiss on Izzy’s cheek and raising her arm into the air as the fans cheer. Fujiko then exits, allowing Izzy to the enjoy the moment.

Kris Cruise: …lucky Izzy…

Stephy Auger: I think what my colleague meant to say was congratulations on the hard fought victory tonight, Izzy Anders.

Kris Cruise: She’s blushing, I’m sure of it.

[FGA Office]

The crowd is in an excited buzz, thrilled over the show thus far and hankering for more. The lights dim a bit and it gets their attention, the whole arena rising in one giant wave, ready to see what is next. A familiar piano tune breaches the buzz and the crowd's excitement grows as the piano tune repeats one more time before...

“BREAKDOWN!”

Stephy Auger: Could it be?!

Kris Cruise: I think it is...

Breaking Benjamin's “Breakdown” kicks in and the curtain parts, allowing the two time PDW Platinum Champion, Sebastian Grey, to step out onto the FGA stage for the first time in months. Despite him only being in FGA for a short stint, the crowd receives him quite well, as he treated them with great respect when he transitioned from the injury that took him out of the PDW limelight to a completely new environment. His smile is ear to ear, his black hair spiked in front as he excitedly jitters under his black leather jacket. He wipes his sweaty palms off on his designer jeans and waves to the crowd, laughing and heading towards the ring, slapping hands and bumping fists with as many that are offered on his way down.

Kris Cruise: It's Sebastian Grey! He's back from injury.

He rolls into the ring, popping up quickly, showing only a slight limp from the reinjured leg that has kept him from action. He quickly gets a mic and his theme cuts off as he gazes out at the crowd.

Sebastian Grey: I have to say, when I flew into Texas a few days ago, I wasn't expecting much of a turnout with this ridiculous weather going on. They had to keep the people in the Houston/Golden State game inside the building, but this place couldn't keep ya'll OUT! I can tell you, for me, and everyone in the back, it means a lot to us that you guys were willing to brave the elements to get out here and let us entertain you all! Just make sure you are safe getting out of here tonight, and for anyone going through damages from this crazy weather, just know there are people willing to help with the aftermath, me included, so don't hesitate reaching out on Twitter or any social media really and ask for a hand. There is no shame in that.

The crowd claps politely and he smiles, nodding.

Sebastian Grey: But I won't lie and say I came all the way to Texas just to tell everyone I'm willing to volunteer my services in an effort to be a good Samaritan. God knows there are people I work with back there that would love to come out and shoot that right now as me being fake and all that, so I'll cut to the chase. A few months back, I entered FGA and said I was going to give you guys my all. After a few wins, I felt like I was ready to do just that...but then some shit happened in my personal life...and I lost my focus. When I lost my focus, I let myself get hurt again. Hell, maybe I came back too soon, but could you blame me? All my friends were here, talking about how great this place is. I watched it, and I learned from it, and I wanted to be a part of it. For the past few months, I've been anything but. I wanted to be here, but I knew I had to give my all to rehabilitating this knee of mine. Just last week, my doctor gave me some great news, and I couldn't wait to share it with you all, so I hopped on the plane with the beautiful and extremely talented Yun...

He pauses for the ladies as they “aww” at their relationship, still going strong.

Sebastian Grey: And we crashed through the turbulence and now here I am, willing and able to let you all know that in a month's time, I will receive a clean bill of health, and will be cleared to compete in this ring once more!

He nods, appreciated the fans support before raising the mic again...

Sebastian Grey: And like I said...I've been watching and.............................................................................................

Stephy Auger: Oh dear, it looks like we're having some technical difficulties.

Sebastian continues to talk, but his mic is no longer working. He catches on about a sentence in and his brows furrow. He lowers it and hits it a few times, trying to talk again and getting nothing. Shrugging, he walks to the ropes and asks for another mic, holding out the defective one. As the crew scrambles to get him a fresh one, the mic seems to come back to life and he waves them off, backing to the center of the ring. As he starts to talk again...

“I'VE BEEN WATCHING TOO, SEBASSSSTIANNN....”

The voice that booms throughout the arena is loud and frantic, a demonic hiss and cackle to it. Grey looks around, growing concerned as he and the rest of the crowd search for the origin of the voice. Sebastian looks at the mic and realizes it is still dead and drops it, no longer concerned with his own mic as he moves to the ropes and asks the crew if they know where the feed is coming from.

“DON'T WORRY, SEBASSSTIAN...YOU CAN'T SEE ME...BUT THEN AGAIN...HOW COUUUULD YOU?”

Grey is growing agitated now as he shrugs his shoulders in his jacket and moves back to the center of the ring, looking towards the curtains and holding his arms out, beckoning the voice to show itself.

“Youuuu, the EPITOME of being a GOOD GUY...you only sssssee the GOOD in people. You get by every day with the guiding illusion that everyone can be their BESSST if they just cared about their fellow mannnn...”

The lights noticeably dim, a light fog rolling across the entrance area and trickling towards the ring.

“BUT what of us who are shunned from the light? Incapable of any emotion other than hatred and disssdain. What happens when you stare into the eyesss of a being incompatible with your idea of GOOD... ?”

The voice laughs a deep, yet shrill maniacal laugh, the lights in the arena turning green, illuminated the fog that fills the entire arena floor and creeps around the feet of Grey. A musical number that can send shivers down the spine replaces the voice, with what seems like news anchor accounts of a fictitious zombie outbreak playing intermittently through the song. On stage, two figures rise from the fog, one male, and one noticeably female, both cloaked, but their faces painted as death itself, skeletal and terrifying. They stare down at Grey, who stares back, eyes darting around a bit through the fog. After a long stare off, the two turn their backs to the crowd and bend down into the fog, straining as they reach down and grab something. Slowly, they raise an enormous coffin until it is standing between them.

Kris Cruise: What's this?

Grey noticeably mouths “what the fuck?” As the two skeletal minions unlock the coffin and open the doors outward. The inside is lit with a blue LED and inside, a bald and shirtless man lies prone, his arms crossed against his chest. Every inch of his skin is inked, making him look like a human skeleton. His mouth is tattooed a jagged boney grin, and his eyelids are black as night. When they snap open, his eyes are ghostly white, like a blind man, but he clearly SEES Sebastian. Uncrossing his arms, the skeleton man pulls himself out of the coffin, his skele-buddies lowering it back into the fog before he steps forward, cracking his neck as they flank him. He looks around the arena and then straight at Grey, before smiling, the skeletal grin breaking to a full set of onyx black teeth.

Like a wraith, the man darts towards the ring, his followers running after him, their cloaks billowing in the fog. Grey rips his jacket off and gets in his stance, ready for the unprovoked attack, but just as the three reach the ring, they dive into the the fog that surrounds it, completely disappearing. Grey had jumped towards the ropes, but now his eyes dart around, his nerves on fire as he backs to the center of the ring. As if on some sort of creepy wavelength, the two cloaked minions rise from the fog on opposite ends of the ring. The female jumps onto the apron first, a wicked smile on her face as her male counterpart does the same on the other side. Grey looks back and forth, as both creep into the ring. He nods, beckoning the male, but the female lunges first, screeching and unveiling what seems to be surgically created talons. Grey's eyes widen and he sidesteps just as the male looks to club him in the back. The male clubs the talon'ed female, sending her tumbling to the mat. When he turns around, Grey boots him in the gut and sets him up for Grey Matter, but like a bat, the man from the coffin comes out of the fog, jumping over the top rope in his black jeans and biker boots, landing almost silently behind Grey, who is toying with the guy in his clutches.

Kris Cruise: Somebody stop this! This is just uncalled for.

The man turns so he is back to back with Grey, and entwines their arms together. Grey's eyes go wide as the man bends his body and twists so that Grey is now hanging upside down on his back, their arms locked. The skeleton man cackles and looks directly out into the crowd before closing his eyes to show the black sockets in his skeleton face, before letting his own legs go, driving Grey head first into the mat. The fog begins to fade, and Grey flops to the mat, rolling onto his back and staring at the rafters.

The female, still hurt, but seemingly not caring, drags her body towards him like something out of a horror movie as the male minion leans in the corner. The man from the coffin remains seated, his arms slack and his head down, eyes closed. When the smoke has subsided and the lights return, he reaches back and takes Grey's limp, injured leg under his arm, his other bony hand snatching up the mic as his eyes open, the septum piercing and the stud that goes between his white eyes glinting in the light.

The female hisses now face to face with Sebastian, her talons running down his face, drawing blood.

“To which, they said, does the hand of judgment ultimately fall? Who gets the final say? The man filled with love and devotion? Or the man who is not a man, the one who fear not the idea of sin, or the placating of others? Only time shall tell, but for THIS one, his time has once again, fallen short...”

He wrenches Grey's leg in an inhuman direction, waking Grey up from his stupor and causing him to scream out in agony. Satisfied with his work, the vile skeleton man rises, looking down at his pray, his two minions flanking him, a trio of corpses, ready to take on the world of the living.

“To which, they asked, when the answer was already WYCH...ALASTOR WYCH...Death Incarnate...and FGA's newest, and eternal nightmare...behold, your fallen hero...and embrace the impending darkness...”

The lights go out, and when they return, all that is left in the ring is Grey and his hopes of returning to FGA just as broken and bloodied as he.

Stephy Auger: Oh God, what have they done to poor Sebastian Grey?

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos First Round Match
Chris Bond & Jason Bronco vs. Knights of Anarchy

Kris Cruise: I don't know how to describe what we just witnessed...

Stephy Auger: Sebastian Grey was making his FGA return, but he got ambushed by ... who was that?

Kris Cruise: Alastor Wych, if I remember correctly.

Stephy Auger: Truly disturbing. I hope you all join us in wishing Sebastian Grey a speedy recovery, we'll be sure to update you on his condition just as soon as we can. Before then, however, we have another Dynamic Duos match for you. So lets get this one underway.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is a tag team contest and is scheduled for one fall…

"Weapon" by Matthew Good begins its slow acoustic guitar build as the crowd leaps to their feet, wildly cheering. The lights stay dim, and then fade up slowly as an orange spotlight illuminates the ramp. The lights gradually get brighter in time with the singing, revealing two hooded figures as they walk out slowly and stand back to back.

Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven

In tandem, they lower their hoods, the one on the left revealing himself as Chauncy Nottingham while the shorter one on the right is very obviously Larry Gowan.

Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven

Gowan glances over at Chauncy before starting off slowly down the ramp, greeting the fans until he stops in front of one lucky spectator. There he removes his KoA hoodie and hands it over. Chauncy pauses, proudly watching Gowan in his element before following him down towards the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, making their way to the ring now, hailing from Toronto, Canada by way of Glasgow, Scotland and Newcastle Upon Tyne, Britain respectively... separately they are Larry Gowan and Chauncy Nottingham... together they are THE KNIGHTS OF ANARCHY!!

The song reaches its crescendo, shifting into a driving rock beat at the exact same moment that Gowan jumps up on the apron and then springboards over the top rope, pumping his fists in the air while red and blue strobe lights flash. Chauncy takes his time with the steps, pausing to wipe his feet on the apron, cracking his knuckles and checking the tape on his wrists as the crowd pops enormously for Gowan.

Kris Cruise: A well respected team right here, Stephy. The Knights of Anarchy have been around the block more than once, winning championships in some of the top promotions around the world.

Stephy Auger: They’re certainly one of the favorites to win the Dynamic Duos this year, Kris. They’ll be hoping to join Vanagloria and The Herreras in the second round, but to do that, they’re going to have to beat a team that’s together for the first time ever.

Kris Cruise: Indeed. The debuting Jason Bronco will be teaming with FGA legend, Chris Bond!

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents…introducing first, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 183lbs … JASON BRONCO!

The opening guitar riff of "Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson hits the speakers as a thin cloud of smoke billows and the lights start to strobe on the entrance curtain in time with the drum-line. As the lyrics begin, Jason Bronco emerges from behind the curtain in a black denim vest with a white bronco decal on the back and the name "BRONCO" across the shoulders over a dark gray hoodie. Bronco stops for a beat, facing sidelong, and raises his eyes up to the ring before proceeding down the entrance way. He extends his taped hands to the fans along the way, as he fully circles the ring clockwise before hopping onto the apron, moving to near turnbuckle and ascending it.

J.A. Aldridge: And his tag team partner…

"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..."

J.A. Aldridge: Hailing from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 242lbs … He is ‘The Battle-Hardened Veteran’ CHRRRIIIIIISSSSS BOOOOOONNNNND!!!

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. 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.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that reaction, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: I certainly did. The fans here in Amarillo love Chris Bond. And for the first time in nearly a year, it looks like we’re going to see him in action in an FGA ring.

The bell sounds to start the match as Chris Bond and Chauncy Nottingham start off for their respective teams; their partners are waiting politely on the apron as the fans trade chants for either side. The loyal FGA fans cheering for Bond and his rookie partner, the older wrestling fans backing the veteran tag team of Knights of Anarchy as the two legal men lock up collar and elbow. After jockeying for position, Bond manages to overpower his opponent, backing Chauncy into a neutral corner as the referee calls for the break.

Referee: “One, two, three, four…”

Bond backs away, allowing Nottingham out of the corner before the lock horns again in the center of the ring. This time Bond goes behind with a hammerlock, wrenching the hold tight as Chauncy struggles to escape. He fires off a back elbow, catching the Battle Hardened Veteran on the jaw before reversing the hammerlock. It doesn’t last long, however, as Bond reverses the hold himself before lifting Chauncy up for a back suplex. Nottingham lands on his feet, taking a moment to steady himself as Bond gets back to his feet and immediately eats a dropkick to the face. It’s enough to knock him down, but Bond gets right back up as Nottingham connects with another dropkick that knocks the Battle-Hardened Veteran out through the middle rope and onto the apron.

Stephy Auger: Shake off that rust, Bond.

Chauncy runs towards the turnbuckle, springboarding off the middle rope before connecting with a triangle dropkick that knocks Bond off the apron, tumbling down to the mats below. A cheer goes up as Chauncy takes the opportunity to pose for the fans, allowing his opponent ample opportunity to get back to his feet on the outside. The referee’s count out barely reaches four before he’s pulled himself up by the apron and slide back into the ring. Bond makes the tag out to Bronco, drawing next to no reaction as the rookie enter the ring for his professional debut.

Kris Cruise: And here comes Jason Bronco, the son of Isaac Bronco, who some may remember as the trainer of former Murder members Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter. So he’s got some big shoes to fill here tonight.

Stephy Auger: He certainly does, Kris. And the Knights of Anarchy aren’t exactly opponents most people would want on their debut.

Bronco manages to land a lariat, catching Chauncy by surprise, but the veteran gets right back to his feet. Bronco lands another lariat, knocking Chauncy down once more as Jason begins to feel the adrenaline surging. He pumps a fist at the crowd, drawing a small cheer before dragging Chauncy back to his feet, grabbing him by the head as the pair of them make their way towards a neutral corner. Bronco goes to throw his opponent head long into the top turnbuckle, but Nottingham puts his foot up onto the middle turnbuckle to block, firing off a back elbow before Chauncy is the one who throws his opponent head first into the pad.

Stephy Auger: Bronco Junior has already lost his advantage…

Bronco falls into the corner as Chauncy seizes the opening, throwing some shoulder thrusts up into the midsection of his rookie opponent. An Irish whip ensues; Bronco is sent from pillar to post as Chauncy follows him in, landing an avalanche clothesline. With his opponent staggering, Chauncy takes him down with a snap suplex, throwing the rookie towards the corner where Gowan is waiting with his hand out. The tag is made as Gowan enters the ring with a slingshot elbow drop. And the cover.

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TWO!

But Bronco kicks out. Undeterred, Gowan lifts his opponent back to his feet as he backs Bronco against the ropes, whereupon he proceeds to light up the rookie’s chest with a series of chops. The crowd “whoo” at each one as Bronco howls in pain. An Irish whip follows; the rookie is sent running across the ring as Gowan leap frogs over him upon his return. Bronco hits the ropes again, coming back with a head of steam, straight into a hurricanrana! Junior is sent hurtling across the ring, finally coming to a stop on the apron as he picks himself up.

Kris Cruise: That’s a dangerous position to find yourself in…

Gowan lands the step up enziguiri, rocking Bronco where he stands and the rookie finds himself in no man’s land. He’s dazed and standing on the apron as Gowan picks himself up inside the ring, grabbing his opponent as he brings Bronco back into the ring with a suplex – NO! Bronco lands on his feet as he grabs Gowan in a rear waistlock, running his opponent forward against the ropes. But Gowan holds onto the top rope as Bronco is rebounded away, performing a backwards roll before popping back up to his feet – only to be met flush by a rolling elbow to the jaw! Another cover by Gowan.

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Bond was halfway into the ring, but Bronco manages to get the shoulder up at the last second. He’s picked right back up, however, as Gowan brings him towards his corner. The tag out is made to Nottingham before Gowan performs a backbreaker, holding Bronco in place as Nottingham enter with a slingshot leg drop down across Junior’s throat. Gowan exits the ring as Chauncy rolls his opponent over.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Bond breaks up the count with a stiff kick to the head of Chauncy Nottingham. The Knights of Anarchy watch on as the referee ushers Bond away, back to his corner; Nottingham, meanwhile, has lifted Bronco back to his feet and backed him into the corner. A few stomps to the midsection find their mark before Bronco is once again whipped from corner to corner. He hits the turnbuckle hard, staggering out towards the center of the ring as Chauncy bounces off the ropes, coming back with a bulldog, driving Jason Bronco face first into the mat. Quick as a flash, Chauncy is back on his feet and heading up the turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope as he takes a moment to pose for his fans before leaping off with a moonsault!

Stephy Auger: And the high risk doesn’t pay off!

Kris Cruise: Chauncy Nottingham crashing and burning.

Nottingham howls in pain as he lands across the raised knees of Jason Bronco! The fans pop for the rookie; Chauncy rolls away, clutching at his ribs as Bronco tries to gather his bearings. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Bond with his hand outstretched, begging for the tag – but he’s a ring length away! Determined, Bronco begins to crawl, dragging himself across the ring as the FGA fans urge him on. Bond is stretching as far as he can, desperately wanting the hot tag as Bronco pushes himself up to all fours, then to his feet as he dives – NO! Chauncy grabs the rookie in a rear waistlock, dragging him away from the corner before executing a backdrop suplex! Bronco is folded up like an accordion as Bond clutches his head in frustration.

Chauncy tends to his ribs, still sore from that reversal moments ago as he gingerly gets back to his feet. He brings Bronco back to his feet as well, doubling the rookie over with a toe kick to the gut before running against the ropes. Nottingham leaps up for the rocker dropper – but there’s nobody home! He lands hard on his coccyx, howling in pain before Bronco delivers a stiff kick to the chest to knock Chauncy down! Then he dives towards his corner!

Kris Cruise: The tag out – and in comes Chris Bond again!

The Battle-Hardened Veteran hits the ring and immediately takes Chauncy down with a running lariat. He makes a move towards Gowan on the apron, knocking him down with a forearm smash before turning his attention back to Nottingham. Bond charges in, performing an STO backbreaker followed up by a reverse STO that bounces Chauncy’s head off the mat! The fans are on their feet as Bond stands tall in the center of an FGA ring for the first time in nearly a year, his chest heaving as he raises one fist proudly into the air!

Stephy Auger: Listen to these fans, Kris. They’re loving this.

Chauncy is picking himself back up though, using the ropes to return to a vertical base as he Bond meets him, firing off a series of forearm shots that have the Knight of Anarchy reeling. An Irish whip follows; Bond sends his opponent against the ropes and lowers his head ready for the back body drop. But Chauncy has it scouted. He counters with a boot to the face, forcing Bond upright in shock. Chauncy goes back against the ropes for some momentum – NO! He’s caught by a huge spinebuster – with authority! And the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Gowan makes the save for his team. He immediately gets ushered back to his corner as Bond shoots up, getting in the face of Lawrence Gowan, much to chagrin of the KoA member. Bond and Gowan trade stares, but it takes too long – Bond doesn’t notice Chauncy getting back to his feet behind him. The Battle-Hardened Veteran gets caught with a dropkick to the back, sending him chest first into the turnbuckle before Chauncy makes the tag out to Lawrence Gowan. The older member of KoA enters the ring and immediately spins Bond around, firing off a series of forearm shots to the face before moving him away from the corner with a snapmare. Gowan sets off against the ropes, building up a head of steam as he comes back with a running dropkick to the seated Bond! No pin attempt, however, instead Gowan drags his opponent back up to his feet again as he whips Bond into a neutral corner. Bond hits the pads hard, staggering towards the center of the ring as Gowan runs at him, jumping up for the hurricanrana–NO! Bond catches him in mid-air!

Stephy Auger: Lawrence Gowan is in trouble!

There’s a look of panic on Lawrence’s face as Bond charges across the ring for the turnbuckle powerbomb! Gowan lies there in a heap as Bond kneels up, dragging Gowan away from the corner before hooking the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Chauncy Nottingham makes the save for his team, but in comes Bronco! He runs at Nottingham with a front dropkick, sending Chauncy down to the mat and rolling out onto the apron. Nottingham picks himself up on the ring apron as Bronco makes a move, only to get brought down throat first across the top rope! Bronco staggers away as Chauncy steadies himself, springboarding into the ring with a flipping senton that connects with Jason Bronco!

But as Nottingham gets back to his feet, he doesn’t spy a lurking Chris Bond, lying in wait. Chauncy turns around and Bond grabs him, slamming him down to the mat with an End of Days! Nottingham rolls away out of the ring, but now it’s Gowan’s turn to lie in wait for his opponent; he’s focused on Bond, waiting for The Battle-Hardened Veteran to get back to his feet – that he doesn’t see Bronco has recovered. The rookie grabs Gowan and drives him head first into the mat with Bucking Bronco II before rolling out of the ring. Bond turns around to see Gowan unconscious on the mat as he drops down and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, CHRIS BOND and JASON BRONCO!

The pair of them celebrate in the center of the ring as the adoring FGA fans cheer them on; Bond raises the arm of his rookie tag partner, showcasing him to the crowd as the cheers continue.

Kris Cruise: They did it, Stephy! Chris Bond and Jason Bronco make it through to the second round.

Stephy Auger: They’ll be joining Vanagloria and The Herreras in the semi finals in two weeks time, but all those teams are one step closer to a place in FGA history, as well as a shot at the #sparklebuddies and those FGA World Tag Team Championships at All Start Showdown 4!

Kris Cruise: I can’t wait. But we’re not done here tonight, we still have one more Dynamic Duos match and our main event left to come: Colton Sterling taking on Zero McHannon, who will be making his singles debut here in FGA. That’s next!

[FGA Office]

[ Earlier Tonight ]

(The cameras go backstage to see the new Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion Noelle Smith surrounded by a small group of children from the Amarillo Children’s Hospital. They’ve all been given #TeamNoelle t-shirts, ball caps and one little girl has a pink do-rag on to cover her lack of hair. Noelle is signing autographs and taking pictures with them, until their group coordinator signals it's time for them to take their seats - ringside of course!, for the rest of the show. Noelle kisses cheeks and waves as they leave, letting out a little sigh before turning to the tech that had been helping out.)

Noelle Smith: I just wish I could do more, they’re so sweet and they just deserve the best. I’ve never seen such brave little spirits.

(Noelle shoulders her belt and starts to turn away to move to catering when Seth Lawless walks in, he has a different look and a smile on his face.)

Seth Lawless: Hey Noelle how are you?

Seth walks up to her and pats her on the back, and she smiles seeing him.

Noelle Smith: Hey Seth! I’m fine, it’s good to see you. I know you don’t need it, but good luck tonight!

Noelle pauses and shifts her belt on her shoulder before looking up at Seth again.

Noelle Smith: I meant what I said before, Seth. I know I can’t tell the powers that be who to put against me for this title, but I’d be proud if I got to face you for it.

Seth looks at Noelle adjust the title and seems lost in it he shakes his head and speaks.

Seth Lawless: Nah, I don’t have a match this week Noelle. I came to check out the tournament.

He takes a deep breath.

Seth Lawless: I’d love to fight for the title against you. But I have to earn it, I know strange for me to say that but I do. I’d love to face a friend like you.

Noelle smiles brightly and nods, a very positive glow about her.

Noelle Smith: You know, I have a really good feeling you’re going to be able to do whatever you put your mind to. It might seem strange to other people, but you were one of the first ones to support me after what happened, and I really appreciate that - and I’ll never forget it.

Seth nod his head.

Seth Lawless: Don’t let people know that. I have an image to uphold. A big bad jerk and all you know?

Seth laughs and pats the title on her shoulder.

Seth Lawless: Just keep being you okay Noelle?

Noelle giggles just a little and nods.

Noelle Smith: Don’t worry I won’t ruin your rep! And well, I can’t be anyone but me so I think that’s a safe promise. I’m going to go watch some of the tournament, I’ve got friends competing if you wanted to hang out later on.

He smiles as he starts to walk away he looks at her and nods.

Seth Lawless: Alright, we can if you want. We will figure it out.

He walks off and looks at her once more.