Above & Beyond IV (9/19/15)

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Dark Match
Keegan Hightower vs. Tom Shelby

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing LDFC, from Providence, Rhode Island, weighing in at 215 lbs … KEEGAN HIGHTOWER!

"Let The Bridges Burn" plays and Keegan comes out he has sunglasses on bedazzled of course. He walks down to the ring without looking at the fans he slides into the ring and takes his sunglasses off and hands them to the stage hand and tests the ropes.

The arena's lights fade to near darkness as "Vice Grip" hits the PA system, cueing the cheers of the FGA fans. A single spotlight blinks on, lighting up the entrance stage as Tom Shelby pushes himself through the curtain. Here he slowly paces around, taking in crowd reaction before taking center stage just in time for the sound bite cues both the lighting and Shelby himself to pick up. Shelby throws his head forward a bit scuffing his hair as the lights suddenly begin flashing around the arena to the beat.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, fighting out of Sydney, Australia and weighing in at 220 pounds, ‘The Lone Wolf’ Tom Shelby!

Tom Shelby starts a ‘B-Line’ strut towards the ring, locking his eyes on his opponent the entire way down. Reaching the protective padding around ringside he bolts up the ring steps and leaps to the second turnbuckle, finally taking the time to look out into the crowd. After a few seconds he jumps into the ring and instantly makes his way to stand face to face with his opponent.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors head towards the center of the ring. They lock up collar and elbow, jostling for position as Shelby pushes his opponent back toward the corner, only for Hightower to switch positions and push Shelby against the turnbuckles. The referee intervenes, calling for a break. Keegan backs away a few steps before charging in with a running forearm smash to the face. A clubbing blow to the back takes Shelby down to all fours as Keegan continues stomping until the Australian is down in a supine position.

At this point, Keegan Hightower takes the opportunity to taunt the crowd, showing off his abs, and drawing a fair old chorus of boos for it. As he goes to drag Tom Shelby back to his feet, however, Keegan is caught by a shot to the gut. The another. Shelby gets back to his feet and fires off a forearm shot of his own as he backs Keegan against the ropes. An Irish whip follows, sending Hightower against the ropes, but Tom lowers his head for a back body drop too soon. Hightower is able to scout it, and athletically slides across the back of his opponent, landing in a pose before strutting towards the ropes.

The anger is beginning to show in Shelby’s face as he charges at his opponent with a clothesline, only for Hightower to duck it. A forearm smash counters the attack, knocking Shelby back against the ropes before a jumping side kick to the face knocks the Australian out onto the apron. Hightower wastes no time in running against the ropes, springboarding off with a triangle dropkick, knocking Shelby off the apron! He hits the guard rail chest first and turns around, clutching his ribs as Hightower sets off against the far ropes. Upon his return, Keegan performs a suicide dive through the ropes, colliding with his opponent on the outside, pushing Shelby back against the guard rails once more.

After taunting the crowd some more, Hightower rolls his opponent back into the ring before going for the cover.

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But Shelby gets the shoulder up. Hightower looks to the referee in disdain, but the official assures him it was only a two count. Relenting, Keegan turns his attention back to his opponent, lifting him back to an upright position. A quick knee to the midsection doubles Shelby over as Hightower bounces off the ropes, coming back with a bulldog! No pin attempt however, instead Hightower drags his opponent back to his feet and whips him towards the corner. As Hightower charges in though, Shelby gets the boot up, right to the face of his opponent! Keegan stumbles back a step as Tom stays on him, peppering the chest with a series of shoot kicks. A roundhouse kick to the head connects, sending Hightower staggering back in a daze. He falls to one knee, but Shelby drags him up and whips him against the ropes. A snap powerslam brings Hightower to the mat with a bang as Shelby hooks the leg.

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Kickout by Keegan Hightower! The crowd seem disappointed as Shelby drags his opponent up and immediately lifts him for a powerbomb – NO! Hightower counters with some punches to the face before finally performing a hurricanrana. Both men scramble back to the their feet and Hightower fires off his Stylistic Kick straight to the jaw!

But he doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, Keegan heads up top, climbing the turnbuckles from inside the ring as he steadies himself on the top rope. The Ending connects! And after the moonsault, Hightower hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, KEEGAN HIGHTOWER!

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Card for 9/19/15
From Matthews Arena
Boston, MA

We cut backstage, where Spencer Burke is standing by, microphone in hand and ready to start his first of what could be many interviews of the night.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time...Sean Sands.

The Boston audience cheers as Sean Sands slowly makes his way into the shot, dressed in his ring gear as his match with Cordy Stevenson.

Sean Sands: Hey, Spence. How’s it going, pal?

Spencer Burke: Going good. I’ll try to be brief with the questions because I know you’ve got the first match of the night and it’s going to start in a few minutes. First things first, how are you feeling heading into tonight?

Sean chuckles.

Sean Sands: I feel pretty good, Spence. I’ve been training for tonight and hopefully I’ve got enough left in the tank by the time I make it to the finals, so that I can become the first ever two-time winner of the Frontier Lion’s Cup.

Spencer Burke: Now, you say that you plan on making it to the finals?

Sean Sands: I plan on winning the whole damn thing, Spence. I know that I’m going to be in for a rough night, but I’ve been through this deal before and unless someone plans on getting a taser and putting me in handcuffs, this night should go a lot smoother.

Spencer Burke: So this means that you believe you are going to get past someone who is being considered the favorite in this whole thing in Cordy Stevenson?

Sands seems to go quiet for a second...before slowly beginning to nod his head.

Sean Sands: Yeah, I do. If I didn’t believe I could beat Cordy Stevenson, I wouldn’t be here. In just a few minutes, she and I are going to...

Sean’s voice trails off as he takes his eyes off of Burke and looks past him to someone out of the shot.

Sean Sands: Well, look who it is. Didn’t think I’d actually be seeing you here....CHRIS.

Former three time FGA World champion, Chris Q, slowly steps into the shot, staring right at Sands, who stares right back. The Big Bad of FGA cracks a small smile as he eyes the man that he defeated to become a 3-time champion up and down.

Chris Q: I didn’t think about coming to the show at first. After all, I’m not booked, I’m not part of this card. But then I realized something; YOU ARE. So, I was curious to see if you could repeat your little magic and win the whole thing for a second time. Personally, I think you could do it, but....

Chris Q takes a step forward and Sands, not wanting to seem like he’s afraid of Q one bit, takes one step forward as well, the two now almost nose-to-nose.

Chris Q: It would be such a damn shame if something were to go wrong and you couldn’t even get past the first round. After all, I’ve heard you’re not the most popular guy backstage. It really would be a shame if your final chance at getting another shot at the FGA World championship goes away...

Q snaps his fingers.

Chris Q: Just like that.

Q cracks another smile as Sands continues to stare him down, jaw clenched.

Sean Sands: Well, I certainly would hope no one would interfere in my match or matches tonight. But should somebody decide that they feel the need to do so, then I guess I’ll just have to take care of them, won’t I?

Sands folds his arms over his chest and looks at Q, awaiting his response. Q just lets out a little chuckle before he answers back.

Chris Q: Well then, good luck. You’re gonna need it to pull off a miracle like you did two years ago, when you were actually not a shell of yourself.

Chris then slowly walks past Sean, bumping shoulders with him before he exits the shot. Sean and Spencer are still in the shot, Spencer just looking back and forth between the departing Q and Sands, while Sean staring a hole at the now out of shot Q. After shaking his head and letting out a sigh, Sean nods at Spencer before he backs up in the other direction, heading off towards the ring.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUARTERFINAL
Cordy Stevenson vs. Sean Sands

Kris Cruise: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Above & Beyond IV! Live, from the Matthews Arena in Boston, Massachusetts. I’m Kris Cruise, alongside Stephy Auger, ready to bring you all of tonight’s action.

Stephy Auger: That’s right, Kris. It’s the night of the fourth annual Frontier Lions Cup. The eight quarter finalists are all set to compete in up to three matches tonight, all vying for the grand prize and that shot at the FGA World Championship!

Kris Cruise: And this year is something special, because for the first time, we have two previous winners involved in the tournament.

Stephy Auger: Indeed we do. Last year’s winner, Cordy Stevenson will be facing off against 2013’s winner, Sean Sands in the first round. As well as Kurosawa Chavez against Noelle Smith, Legacy Champion, Izzy Anders versus Dan Herrera, and Fujiko Mine against the Pride Champion, Tony Carmine.

Kris Cruise: And that’s not all! We have the long anticipated Chivalry is Dead match, featuring Jimmy Page and Zero McHannon. These two have been at each other’s throats all summer, and after failing to settle things at All Star Showdown, they’re entering a no holds barred environment tonight.

Stephy Auger: Hopefully neither of them get arrested tonight. On top of that we have Johnny Cannon an Evangelista squaring off for a shot at the Pride title. The FGA World Tag Team titles are on the line as Whiskey Dex face the #sparklebuddies and Hallyu Generation. Dom Harter faces Cyncity in a grudge match. And, of course, Chandler Scott is set to defend the FGA World Championship against Johnny Karma!

Kris Cruise: Some say a rematch eight months in the making. But we won’t keep you any longer, lets get this show started!

"Burn Brighter" by Landsdowne plays as Sean Sands steps out from behind the curtain, a smile on his face. He points out at the audience as they cheer for him and nods his head before beginning his walk down the ramp towards the ring. Halfway down the ramp, Sean begins slapping hands with some of the fans and even signs an autograph or two. When he reaches ringside, Sean nods his head as he stares out at the audience again, before heading over towards the steel steps and quickly scaling them until he reaches the apron.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Cincinnati, Ohio! Weighing in at 220 pounds… SEAN SANDS!

Sean slowly walks on the apron, looking at the audience still, before finally turning his attention to everyone in the ring. He quickly pulls on the top rope and hops over them before landing on his feet. Sean quickly climbs to the nearest corner on the middle turnbuckle before pointing out at the fans holding signs in support for him. Once he hops off, Sands heads to his corner and gets ready for his match.

Stephy Auger: There is, 2013’s winner, Sean Sands.

Kris Cruise: Some say he’s drawn the short straw facing Cordy Stevenson in the first round. But if anyone can match Cordy move-for-move, it’s Sean Sands!

The lights dim down and take on a purplish hue as a light smoky mist fills the entranceway. The opening riff to Janet Jackson's "If" pierces the air as a shapely silhouette can be seen taking form in the mist.

As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson emerges from the mist with a bounce in her step. She comes to a stop atop the walkway, glancing around and taking in the reception before giving the crowd a warm smile. She rolls her neck around before bowing her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. A few seconds go by before she snaps her head up, whipping her hair back from in front of her face.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Freeport, Long Island… CORDY STEVENSON!

She continues on down the ramp, working from side to side with a big smile as she slaps the hands of fans along the way. She gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron, mouthing the words and bouncing to the music as she makes her way around the side, towards the middle. She turns and faces her crowd, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in their reaction. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring and making her way over towards the opposite turnbuckle. She quickly hops up and holds her arms out, drawing a reaction from that side of the crowd as well. She unzips her hoodie and tosses it away before hopping down and making her way over to her corner as the music dies down.

Stephy Auger: Lets get this match underway.

Sands and Cordy shake hands to start off the match. The two then start the feeling out process, trying to bait the other into leaving a body part exposed or a limb within reach. Just then, Cordy lunges forward and wraps Sands in a side headlock. But Sands is quick to shove Cordy off of him and into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Sands knocks her down with a standing shoulder block. He quickly drops down with a lateral press for the cover.

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Cordy kicks out.

Sands picks up Cordy and returns the favor with a side headlock of his own. Cordy tries to push Sands off of her, but Sands doesn’t budge. So she goes with plan b, which is slowly slipping out and reversing into a hammerlock. But Sands is quick to lean forward and reverse back into a hammerlock of his own. Cordy tries to elbow Sands in the face, but he’s quick to move his head out of the way. So Cordy reaches back with her free arm, grabs Sands and brings him down with a jumping snapmare. She then hops on top of him for the quick cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Near falls aplenty here in the early going.

Cordy brings Sands back to his feet and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending Cordy into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Cordy hangs onto the ropes. So Sands charges over at her to attack. As Sands approaches, Cordy dips her shoulder and dumps Sands over the top rope…

Stephy Auger: Watch out.

… but Sands lands on his feet on the apron. When Cordy turns around, Sands grabs her and goes for a vertical suplex to the outside. But Cordy slips down from behind and lands on the floor. She then quickly grabs Sands by the ankles and yanks him off the apron. On the way down, Sands smacks his chin hard on the apron.

Cordy heads over towards the far rail as Sands appears rattled. He slowly sits up and then turns over. He can be seen gingerly holding his jaw while he winces. Cordy goes back over, picks and Sands and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, she makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Cordy brings Sands back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Cordy connects with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Cordy brings Sands back to his feet and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring before connecting with a handspring back elbow. Cordy then brings Sands out of the corner before bringing him down with a russian leg sweep. She makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Cordy picks up Sands whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Cordy brings him down with a drop toe hold. She then rolls Sands over and makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Cordy is relentless here.

Stephy Auger: She’s really taking the fight to Sands tonight. But when there’s this much at stake, you have to.

After picking up Sands and moving him into the corner, Cordy delivers a series of knife edge chops. She then takes Sands and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending her into the opposite corner. Sands then runs across the ring into the corner. But he gets caught with an elbow to the face. As Sands stumbles back, Cordy springboards onto the top rope. But before Cordy can hit him with the corkscrew body press, Sands leaps into the air and connects with a dropkick to the back, sending Cordy tumbling over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: I guess we spoke too soon.

While Cordy is writhing in pain on the outside, the crowd begins to gasp as a spotlight is shined down on someone making their way from the back. That person is the Big Bad himself, Chris Q. The former champion makes his way down the aisle at a deliberate pace. He’s ignoring the boos and heckling from the crowd and instead, zeroes in on Sands. Sands notices the negative reaction from the crowd and notes it as odd, considering his and Cordy’s standing with the FGA fans. Sands then turns around and has to do a double take. He slowly approaches the ropes as Chris Q stands there. He doesn’t clinch his fists. He doesn’t cross his arms. The only movement coming from Q is the rising and falling off his chest with each breath. The Big Bad continues to give Sands a cold stare through his pitch black sunglasses.

Stephy Auger: What’s he doing here?

Kris Cruise: That’s Chris Q, the former World champion. We haven’t seen him since he faced Jennifer Drew recently…

Sands can seen talking to the ref while pointing at Q. But the ref tells him that he can’t do anything about it since Q hasn’t gotten involved. While Sands turns his attention to his old foe, Cordy spins him around and connects with the Foot Fetish. She makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Cordy picks up Sands and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending Cordy into the corner. The former FLC Winner charges across the ring, connecting with a handspring back elbow of his own before following up with a Pele Kick. He then brings a dazed Cordy from out of the corner before planting her with Face Meets Mat. He then turns and makes the cover as he stares out right at Q.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: So close to the three, but Sean needs to keep his eye on the match at hand.

Sands picks up Cordy and whips her back into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a double knee to the chest, followed by a roundhouse kick. Sands then brings Cordy from out of the corner before delivering a neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up.

Sands picks up Cordy and sends her for the ride, whipping her into the ropes. When Cordy returns, Sands throws out a bicycle kick. But Cordy’s able to catch his foot. After turning Sands away from her, Cordy counters with a leaping reverse bulldog. While Sands is down, Cory returns to her feet and takes off into the ropes. When she returns, she connects with a rolling senton. Cordy then gets up, turns away from Sands and goes for a standing moonsault double knee drop. But Sands rolls out of the way, causing Cordy’s knees to crash onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Nobody home there!

While Cordy tries to return to her feet, Sands turns and takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he turns Cordy inside out with the Sands Kick. As Cordy slowly rolls over onto her back, Sands gets to his feet and heads into the corner. From there, Sands scales the turnbuckles. When Sands reaches the top, he flips off, connecting with the Sand Drop. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SEAN SANDS!

Sands gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. He then goes towards the hard camera and holds up one finger, then two.

Stephy Auger: Sean Sands has eliminated the favorite, Cordy Stevenson in the first round!

Kris Cruise: I don’t want to call this an upset, but I don’t think many people predicted this would happen.

Stephy Auger: Could he become the first two-time winner do you think?

Kris Cruise: After this win, he certainly has the momentum.

Sands goes to cautiously exit the ring. He scans his surroundings and realizes that Chris Q had moved from the aisle and has made his way to ringside to avoid any confrontation. Sands then safely exits the ring. But instead of walking up the aisle, Sands faces the ring as he walks back up the aisle.

Back in the ring, Cordy can be seen slowly sitting up as she realizes she’s just been eliminated. Cordy draws her knees to her chest as she slowly shakes her head. “So close, yet so far” she thinks to herself after another disappointing loss. She got close with last year's Frontier Lions Cup win. The World Title was inches away after winning the Gold Rush Rumble this year. The 2015 Frontier Lions Cup was supposed to be her last hurdle to clear before finally becoming FGA World Champion. The stars were all aligned. She was the odds on favorite. Everything pointed at her winning this. But it wasn’t meant to be. This feeling of defeat gutted Cordelia Stevenson. But she soon began to be comforted by the cheers and whistles from the crowd. She couldn’t help but crack a smirk. When Cordy returned to her feet, the crowd got to there's, giving her a standing ovation. Cordy’s covers her mouth with her hands as she’s overcome with the support of the Boston crowd. But just then, that good feeling was yanked out from under her as Chris Q cracked her across the back with a steel chair. The crowd fell silent as Cordy fell to the mat. The Big Bad quickly took hold of one of Cordy’s ankles and dragged her towards the corner. After scissoring the ankle in the chair, Q hoists himself up onto the middle ropes. Part of the crowd looks on in horror while others vehemently boo. But Q pays them so mind as he’s dead set on finishing what he set out to do. The Big Bad then jumps off the ropes…

*crack*

The crowd fell silent as the only sound that could be heard was the howl coming from Cordy Stevenson. The crowd booed, showing their contempt for Chris Q’s actions. Suddenly, Sands rushed the ring, causing Q to powder to the outside. Sands immediately kneeled down next to Cordy as Sands frantically waved for help. He tried to console Cordy. But a stream of tears flowed down her face as she continued to wail. Another set of officials rushed down to the ring with medical personnel and Cyncity in in tow. Both Sands and Cyncity look on as medical personnel evaluate Cordy in the ring. After her ankle has been stabilized, the medical personnel carefully roll her over to her side on the count of three. After a longboard has been placed under her back, Cordy is rolled down onto it. They then carefully transition Cordy from the ring and onto the stretcher. As Cordy is being wheeled to the back, the fans in attendance all stand up and give the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner a standing O.

Kris Cruise: Oh my God…I cant believe what we just saw…

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The cameras go backstage, and find someone walking with slow purpose. They come around the corner, and it’s evident that it’s the woman known as “Lady Luck”, Fujiko Mine. She has a faint smile on her face as she looks her black and silver ring attire over before continuing towards her destination. She turns another corner, not minding the camera at all as she passes. She puts a little extra sass in her step as she moves past, and heads towards the ringside area. Her head cocks a little bit, and then she turns around and looks into the camera.

Fujiko Mine: You know, I feel sort of...at ease. Here I am, moments away from one of the biggest matches of my career. I am about to wrestle one of three potential matches tonight, against “Sunshine Scandalous” Tony Carmine. He’s done his best to belittle me in the past, but that’s exactly that.

Fujiko gives a little bit of a head tilt.

Fujiko Mine: But this isn’t going to be a run down of Tony, or of anyone else that is involved in the Frontier Lions’ Cup. In fact, this is a celebration of all of them. From Tony to Izzy, from Noelle to Kurosawa...I am going to need them all. Regardless of whether I am going to face them or not, I’m going to need them. They are going to help me create something absolutely beautiful tonight. I am going to need Tony to give everything he’s got, whether he wants to or not. I’m going to survive him, and then whomever else to get to the finals. Then, I’m going even further than that.

She straightens up, and places her hands on her hips in pride.

Fujiko Mine: This’ll be the first of three times my music will be playing, and those streamers will be flying through the air, if I have my way. So I wanted to take this time out to say...thank you. Thank you to my opponents, thank you to my detractors, and most importantly, the fans. Thank you all...and keep your eyes open.

Fujiko winks, and then turns slowly. She completes the turn, letting her hair sway behind her as she heads towards the ring.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUARTERFINAL
Kurosawa Chavez vs. Noelle Smith

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH

Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" cues up as Kurosawa Chavez and Maurice Graham bursts from behind the entrance curtain via golf cart. Graham rides the two down to the ring while Chavez is one hand holding a cowboy hat firmly atop his head as the other "conducts" the music. He swaggers his way down the ramp while holding up a “3-0” sign high above his head. After Graham parks the cart, the duo hop out. Graham can be seen applauding his partner on the outside while Chavez hops onto the apron. After intentionally nearly falling off, holding on with barely one hand, Kurosawa thrusts his pelvis into the air to the beat of the song and then slingshots himself into the ring. With a spin, Chavez tosses his cowboy hat into his corner, backing up into it with his hips moving in an exaggerated manner.

J.A. Aldridge: The following is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, now residing out of Providence, Rhode Island! Weighing in at 185 pounds… KUROSAWA CHAVEZ!

“I'm Good At Being Bad” by TLC starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up.

Sorry I turned you out (you out)
I guess I didn't know
That a man could be so soft (hmm)
Well I guess I have to give you back
The flowers, the candy (what?)
The diamonds (Oh no, not the diamonds)
Oh, hell no, wait a minute....
I'ma keep that (Better keep it girl)
Hope that you don't mind
I'm not the mushy kind
The mushy kind.........
Unh, check it

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida… NOELLE SMITH!

She does an athletic handspring forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily.

The two grapplers circle around, Noelle clapping her hands and getting the crowd into it. Just as it looks as if they're ready to tie up, Kurosawa holds his arms up, telling Noelle to hold on a second. He smiles and nods towards her, extending his hand in a show of sportsmanship before the match. He motions with his head, urging her to shake it as the crowd roars its disapproval. Noelle glances at Chavez who takes a step towards her. She then glances out and surveys the crowd, before hesitantly outstretching her hand and shaking Kurosawa's.

Kris Cruise: I don’t need if this is a goo-

Suddenly he pulls her into a headlock to boos from the crowd and cranks on it. Noelle backs him up a bit and then pushes him off, sending Kurosawa flying into the ropes. She drops to the mat as he rebounds and he skips over her, bouncing into the ropes once again. She hops back up to her feet only to get knocked down with a shoulder block to boos from the crowd. Kurosawa sprints towards the ropes and bounces back. As Noelle gets to her feet, he storms back and attempts a clothesline, but Noelle is able to duck underneath it. Chavez keeps on towards the ropes and bounces back, only to get caught with a hip toss.

He hits the mat hard, clutching at his back but quickly scrambles to his feet. Noelle pushes forward and catches him with a hard knife edge chop. She then backs him into the ropes and attempts to whip him across the ring… but Chavez reverses it, sending Noelle shooting towards the ropes instead. As she hits the ropes, Chavez keels over, looking to deliver a back body drop. Noelle flips over him, pulling him down with a sunset flip, but Kurosawa rolls through it to his feet. He quickly grabs her legs and flips forward, catching her in a Jackknife pin.

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Thre-- No! Noelle is able to kick out. Both competitors scramble to their feet. Noelle surges forward. but Kurosawa thinks quickly and delivers a basement dropkick to her knee, to boos from the crowd. He gets to his feet and grabs her by the leg. He then lifts it up before driving her knee down to the mat. Noelle clutches at her knee and writhes in pain as Maurice stands on the outside applauding.

Kris Cruise: The idea in these Quarterfinals Matches is to get them over with as quickly as possible and to leave this match with little to no damage. But we’ll see how well that knee is going to play into this one.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, someone with Noelle’s style can’t be walking around all hobbled. Hopefully she can get back to her feet and recover...

She tries to crawl away towards the ropes, but Chavez grabs hold of her leg and lifts it up once again, before driving her knee back down into the mat. He then grabs the leg and rolls her onto her back before dropping an elbow to her knee. He springs back to his feet and drops another one, and then another for good measure. He climbs back to his feet and outstretches his arms as the crowd rains down boos.

Stephy Auger: Oh yeah, he’s a real big man alright...

Noelle rolls to the corner, and pulls herself up into a seated position. Kurosawa saunters over towards her and reaches down to grab her, but Noelle shoots her leg up and kicks him square in the face. Chavez whips around and stumbles, gingerly touching his jaw. Using the ropes, Noelle pulls herself up. As Chavez turns around, she grits her teeth and surges forward as best as she can and delivers a running forearm smash to cheers from the crowd.

Chavez gets back to his feet, but is quickly met with a hard chop from Noelle that draws a “woooo” from the crowd. She nails him with another, and then another, sending him staggering back into the corner. She hits him with a couple of forearm shots, before backpedaling a bit. She charges forward, but Kurosawa gets a boot up to her face that spins her around. As Noelle is stumbling away, he surges forward, diving into the back of the same knee that he worked on earlier to boos from the crowd.

He grabs her by the leg and puts her in a cross kneelock, causing Noelle to howl in agony. The ref drops down asking her if she wants to quit, but Noelle shakes her head no. She claws at the mat, fighting through the pain and eventually pulls herself to the ropes. She reaches out and grabs hold to cheers from the crowd. The ref steps in, making a five count and Kurosawa keeps the move locked in for as long as he possibly can, flirting with a disqualification. Finally he lets go and rolls back to his feet.

He reaches down and lifts Noelle back to her feet, and then promptly puts her back down with a spinning backfist. He then goes for the pin.

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NO! O nce again Noelle Smith gets a shoulder up! Kurosawa gives a dissatisfied look at the referee and holds up three fingers, but the referee shakes his head. Chavez slowly climbs to his feet and pulls Noelle to a vertical base. He takes a step back and then launches a roundhouse at her head but Noelle ducks underneath it. His momentum carries him around. Noelle hooks his arms and takes him down with a backslide.

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Kris Cruise: Kurosawa Chavez caught all of that one and he looks to be on dream street!

Stephy Auger: This could be it right here...

She scrambles to make the cover.

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NO! Kurosawa once again kicks out. Noelle lifts him back to his feet. She delivers a boot to his midsection and then spikes him into the mat with a DDT. She rolls him over and goes for the pin again.

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Kurosawa Chavez is able to get a shoulder up once again. Noelle gets to her feet, the adrenaline rushing and pushing her through the pain. She grabs Chavez by the head and gets ready to lift him to his feet....

but Chavez pokes her in the eyes. Noelle staggers away and Chavez gets to his feet. He stalks up behind her and hits her with a bridging Saito Suplex!

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NO!!! Noelle kicks out at the very last possible second. Chavez sits up, breathing heavy. He rolls towards the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He then staggers over towards her and grabs hold of her leg once more. Looking to apply more pressure on that knee, he sets her up for a figure four leglock… but Noelle kicks him away.

She tries to get back to her feet, but Kurosawa is too quick, storming back, grabbing her by the head and delivering a tornado DDT! He waits for Noelle to stagger to her feet before he sprints towards the ropes and bounces back, nailing her with an Enzu Lariat! He then reaches down and roughly snatches her to her feet, and gets her in position for the Negative Gold as the crowd boos him.

Kris Cruise: Chavez is in firm control, Stephy. We could be seeing our next semifinalist right here!

He gives a cocky smirk, as he realizes how close he is to putting her away. He hoists her into the air, but Noelle swings her body around and lands behind him. Kurosawa turns around…. and Noelle surprises him with the Fruit Roll Up!!!

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Chavez kicks out, but it’s a millisecond too late. The crowd explodes as the referee calls for the bell. Chavez sits up, looking around completely stunned, not believing what just happened. He looks at the referee who holds up three fingers at him and raises Noelle’s arm in the air.

Kris Cruise: Noelle did it! The crafty Noelle Smith gets the victory and advances to the next round!

Stephy Auger: She advances, but how much if that knee going to effect her. It’s a good thing for her that there’s several more matches between this one and her semifinal match. So hopefully, that gives her enough time to recover.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUARTERFINAL
Fujiko Mine vs. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine

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: The following contest is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin… 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 places the belt down in her corner. She then bounces on her heels, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: Our third quarter final of the night; we’ve already seen Sean Sands and Noelle Smith go through to the semi finals, now we have Fujiko Mine versus Tony Carmine.

Stephy Auger: Also, we’ll keep you updated with Cordy’s condition as soon as we know anything, after she suffered a heinous attack at the hands of Chris Q.

Kris Cruise: Yes we will. But for now, Lady Luck set to square off against the Pride Champion, and there’s no love lost here, Stephy.

As RetcH's "Graceful Jewelry Removal" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him(never the same group of women). He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out.

"n****s pussy I should sprinkle them with glitter, for real my n****."

After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring as he instructs the females to have the ropes held for him by the time he gets to ringside. With the ladies seated on the middle rope, Tony ignores them and walks up the steps and into the ring on his own. Tony laughs as he stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to the group of females as they step off the apron. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 179 pounds… SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

Kris Cruise: Love him or hate him, he is talented.

Stephy Auger: And he’s not waiting to get things started!

The bell sounds as SSTC runs across the ring and tries to catch Fujiko off guard with a dropkick. But Fujiko side steps and swats him down. As Carmine gets back to his, Fujiko greets him with a barrage of forearms to the face. She then takes the former Pride Champion and goes for an Irish whip. But Carmine reverses, sending Fujiko into the far corner. Carmine then charges full steam ahead, but Fujiko nails him with a boot to the face, turning him around. As Carmine stagers away from the corner, Fujiko runs up from behind, hops onto his shoulders and pins him with a victory roll.

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Stephy Auger: So close!

After both grapplers scramble to get back to a vertical base, Fujiko quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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After both grapplers get to their feet, Carmine doubles over Fujiko with a knee to the midsection. He then grabs her by the back of the neck, runs and goes to toss her over the top rope…

… but Fujiko hangs onto the ropes. Carmine then goes over to knock her off. But Fujiko pulls herself up, wraps her legs around Carmine’s neck and pulls him over the top rope and down to the floor. After Fujiko skins the cat, she runs into the ropes. When Carmine gets back to his feet and turns around, he gets knocked down by a corkscrew plancha.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko goes airborne!

Stephy Auger: She’s giving this everything she has, Kris.

Fujiko picks up SSTC and rolls him back in. once she rolls herself back in, she makes the cover.

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Fujiko picks up Carmine and goes for an irish whip. But Carmine reverses, sending Fujiko into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Carmine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Fujiko counters by leaping into the air and knocking him down with a mushroom stomp. She then turns him over and makes the cover.

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Fujiko picks up Carmine and whips him into the corner. Upon impact, Carmine arches his back in pain. Seeing that he’s hurt, Carmine takes off into the corner. But Carmine nails her with an elbow to the face. While Fujiko’s dazed, Carmine comes from out of the corner, kicks her in the midsection and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. Carmine then bends to walk around as he holds his lower back. When he turns and sees Fujiko pulling herself up on the apron, he runs over to knock her off. But Fujiko ducks his attack and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Carmine’s doubled over, Fujiko hurls herself over the top rope and tries to bring Carmine down with a sunset flip. Carmine swings his arms wildly, trying to do everything he can to regain his balance while the crowd is hoping that he falls. But to their dismay, Carmine remains standing. After regaining his balance, Carmine reaches down, grabs Fujiko by the throat with both hands and yanks her back up to her feet.

After tossing Fujiko into the corner, Carmine runs over and connects with a clothesline. He then proceeds to send Fujiko slumping down in the corner with a series of mudhole stomps. Carmine follows up by choking Fujiko with his boot, causing the ref to start a five count.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Carmine lets go. he then reaches down, picks up Fujiko and whips her into the opposite corner. He then charges across the ring and connects with a spinning heel kick in the corner. After Fujiko crumbles from out of the corner, Carmine pulls her over and makes the cover.

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Stephy Auger: I felt that one from here, but it wasn’t enough to put Fujiko away.

Carmine picks up Fujiko and whips her hard into the corner. As Fujiko stumbles out, Carmine scoops her up from the side and delivers a penulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Kris Cruise: Tremendous resilience by the former Legacy champion.

Carmine picks up Fujiko and delivers a snap suplex. He then turns over and hooks the leg.

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After picking up Fujiko and throwing her down with a scoop slam, Camrine kicks her over onto her stomach. He then steps on the back of Fujiko’s thighs and bends her legs up, hooking them around his knees. After grabbing Fujiko by the wrists, Carmine leans back, applying a surfboard stretch.

Kris Cruise: This looks bad for Fujiko.

Stephy Auger: Could we see a submission here?

The ref asks Fujiko if she wants to give up, but she refuses by frantically shaking her head. So Carmine pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

Fujiko still won’t quit, though. So Carmine releases the hold. After picking up Fujiko, he snapmares her down and applies a rear chinlock. The ref then gets down, asking Fujiko if she wants to give up. But Fujiko won’t quit. So Carmine pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold. Fujiko can be seen trying to fight through the pain and get back up to their feet. But Carmine keeps the hold locked on. The ref once again asks Fujiko if she wants to give up. But even though, Fujiko still won’t quit. So Carmine shifts from a rear chinlock into a fish hook, pulling back on the corners of Fujiko’s mouth to boos from the crowd. The ref then quickly gives Carmine until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Carmine transitions back into a rear chinlock. As the crowd cheers her on, Fujiko begins to feed off their energy. After turning over onto her knees, she slowly gets back to her feet. She then nails Carmine with five elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. From there, Fujiko takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, she brings Camrine down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. As Carmine gets back to his feet, Fujiko runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she brings him down with a running hurricanrana. Fujiko gets back up and heads right back into the ropes. When she comes back, Carmine, who is now up, throws out a clothesline. But Fujiko’s able to duck and head into the ropes. When Carmine turns around, he turns into a handspring ace cutter. She makes the cover.

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Fujiko picks up Carmine and hammers with with a barrage of forearm strikes to the face. While carmine’s dazed, Fujiko turns and takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, Carmine side steps and tosses her over the top rope…

Kris Cruise: What agility!

… but Fujiko lands on her feet on the apron. Carmine then goes over to attack, but he gets caught with a gamengiri. After pulling herself back up on the apron, Fujiko waits patiently for Carmine to get in position. When the Pride Champion returns to his feet and turns around, Fujiko knocks him down with a springboard missile dropkick. She makes the cover.

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Fujiko picks up Carmine and goes for an irish whip. But Carmine reverses, sending Fujiko into the far ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Carmine hoists her into the air. But on the way down, Fujiko lands on his shoulders, turns and brings him down with a poison rana. She makes the cover.

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As Fujiko brings Carmine back to his feet, Carmine rakes her across the eyes. He then takes Fujiko and whips her into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Carmine connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection, followed by a reverse discus elbow that knocks her down. He makes the cover.

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Carmine picks up Fujiko and whips her into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Carmine connects with a dropkick that sends her through the ropes and to the apron. As Fujiko gets up on the apron, Carmine runs over and connects with a clothesline, sending Fujiko flying off the apron and crashing into the guard rail. After peeling herself off the rail, Fujiko can be seen cringing in pain. Back in the ring, Carmine shoos away the ref, giving him the go ahead to start the count.

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Carmine looks over his shoulder and sees Fujiko slowly getting to her feet. Annoyed, Carmine takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he flips through the ropes, going for a rolling suicide dive. But Fujiko dives back in under the body rope, causing Carmine to crash on the outside.

While Carmine struggles to return to a vertical base, Fujiko takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, she hurls herself through the ropes, connecting with a tope con giro that has so much momentum behind it that Fujiko ends up rolling into the front row.

Stephy Auger: Oh my, Fujiko got all of that one.

Kris Cruise: Nobody told the fans they were in a splash zone.

After climbing back over the guard rail, Fujiko picks up Carmine and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, she picks up Carmine and whips him into the ropes. When Carmine returns, Fujiko turns him inside out with 4-Play. After dragging Carmine into position, Fujiko steps out onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles. When she makes it to the top, she dives off, going for the Hot Spring Skinny Dip. But Carmine gets his knees up, causing Fujiko to come crashing down across them.

Fujiko bounces off of Carmine’s legs and immediately curls up in pain. As she continues to guard her midsection with her arms, Carmine returns to his feet and heads into the corner. Once he makes his way to the top turnbuckle, he flips off, connecting with a Phoenix Splash across Fujiko. He hooks the leg.

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Carmine gets back to his feet and marches into the corner. After scaling the turnbuckles, he flips off and goes for another Phoenix Splash. This time, Fujiko rolls out of the way. But Carmine is able to land on his feet. After his momentum sends him rolling forward, the Pride Champion returns to a vertical base. When he turns around, Fujiko charges, setting up for another 4-Play. But Carmine nails her with a spinning back kick to the gut, doubling her over. The pain from the blow causes Fujiko to drop to one knee. Upon seeing Fujiko in perfect position, Carmine takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Fujiko with #PimpShit. He makes the cover.

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“Graceful Jewelry Removal” blares throughout the arena as crowd responds erupts into boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, TONY CARMINE!

Carmine gets his arm raised in victory as the crowd continues to boo the Pride Champion.

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Backstage, we see Izzy Anders crouched down near the wall. Her hair shrouds her face, but the air around her is grave. Her championship laid out in front of her. A bottle of water is uncapped, half empty. The water has gone upon Izzy's hair, which might have been way earlier than now. Serious is an understatement to the MAL champion's demeanor. She has her hands together, praying to herself.

Izzy Anders: Lord, this night will be long and difficult. See this through with me and guide me when it's all over. It might be inappropriate to ask you, but wish me good luck.

She stands up, whipping her slightly wet hair back. She kicks the air a couple of times, followed by some punches. When finished, she reaches over to a production crate. Her travel bag sits wide open. Laid out on it, she has a few items. Eyeblack, which she grabs and puts on. Hand tape, which she ties around her hands. Finally, she picks up a rosary. She once again prays to it.

Izzy Anders: Dad, I hope you're watching.

She places the rosary back within the bag, along with the case of eyeblack and the remaining wraps. She takes the bag on one shoulder, on route to her locker room. She lowers down and scoops the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, before leaving from camera view.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUARTERFINAL
Izzy Anders vs. Dan Herrera

...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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Quarterfinals Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches! Now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina... weighing in at 200 pounds… DAN HERRERA!

(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. 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.)

Kris Cruise: Our fourth and final quarter final match for tonight. Dan Herrera set to face off against the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, Izzy Anders.

Stephy Auger: After finishing as the runner up for the second year running in the Gold Rush Rumble, Dan Herrera is probably dead set on impressing tonight. To show he has what it takes to belong here in FGA.

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.

J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada! Weighing in at 128 pounds! She is the reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… IZZY ANDERS!

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.

Stephy Auger: But he’ll have a tough challenge ahead of him, in the form of Izzy Anders.

Kris Cruise: Indeed. This youngster has impressed since debuting earlier this summer, and has already won her first title belt here in FGA. As well as the UK Cup over in SSWA. Can you imagine what winning the Frontier Lions Cup would mean to her?

The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring. After a bit of a feeling out process, Izzy goes over and connects with a shoot kick to the right leg. She then darts back before Dan can grab a hold of her. The two continues to circle the ring until Izzy connects with another shoot kick to the leg. This time, Dan draws his leg up some as he winces just a bit. Izzy then bobs in and out, trying to pump fake Dan. She then shoots in for a takedown. But Dan counters with a knee lift using his left knee, knocking her down. As Izzy tries to get back to her feet, Dan grabs her by the hair and tosses her into the corner. From there, Dan opens up with a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of (left) knee strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then takes his overwhelmed opponent and sends her into the opposite corner. Dan then taps his right leg before taking off across the ring. But Izzy steps out of the corner and connects with a low angle dropkick to the left leg, sending Dan crumbling to the canvas. She makes the cover.

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Izzy picks up Dan, knee shim in the midsection and brings him down with a rolling kneebar. She tries to crank away on the leg. But Dan is within the vicinity of the ropes. So he’s able to pull himself towards the ropes and reach out, grabbing the bottom rope. The ref then gives Izzy until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Kris Cruise: She’s cutting it close there.

Izzy breaks the hold. After returning to her feet, she brings Dan back up to his feet. But before she can mount any offense, Dan pushes Izzy away from him to create some distance. It works for a few. but Izzy’s determined. So she marches back over towards Dan. But she gets caught with a forearm strike for her troubles. Dan then grabs the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion by the back of the neck and sends her through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, Dan tries to walk off the pain in his leg. But he doesn’t walk for long as Izzy gets back in, approaches from behind and clips Dan’s leg, sending him down. After returning to her feet, Izzy holds up dan’s leg left and delivers several kicks to the back of it. After turning Dan over onto his back, Izzy wraps up his legs and places him in a reverse indian deathlock. She falls back-first to the mat, sending a jolt of pain rushing through Dan’s leg. After getting back to her feet, she falls back hard again, causing Dan to wince in pain. But Izzy isn’t done. When she gets back to her feet, she falls down a third and final time, causing Dan to let out a labored groan.

Stephy Auger: Dan Herrera must be in a world of pain right now, Kris.

Kris Cruise: I agree, just listen to him.

Izzy returns to her feet and grabs a hold of Dan’s left leg. But instead of placing him in another reverse indian deathlock, she goes for another submission, the Muta Lock. Izzy slowly bridges back before grabbing a hold of Dan’s chin, locking the move in tight. Dan can be seen cringing in pain while the ref asks him if he wants to quit. But Dan doesn’t want to give up. So he begins to use his power to pull himself towards the ropes. Dan reaches out, but he’s not quite there. Meanwhile, Izzy continues to crank away on the hold. Dan slaps down on the canvas in anger while letting out another groan.

Kris Cruise: he has to reach the ropes…

After firmly planting his palms down on the canvas, Dan continues to pull himself forward… and grabs the bottom rope. Again, Izzy is given until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Izzy lets go.

She picks up Dan, brings him into the corner and hooks his leg leg across the middle rope. From there, Izzy lets out a series of knife edge chops. She follows up with a series of knee strikes to dan’s left knee. She then unhooks Dan’s legs from off the rope, brings him from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Dan reverses, sending Izzy into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, Dan sends her down with a back body drop.Izzy gets back up, but Dan knocks her down with a right hand. Izzy returns to her feet, but Dan returns her to the canvas with another right hand. When Izzy gets up, Dan meets her with a kick to the midsection. He then goes for an irish whip of his own. But Izzy puts on the brakes by squatting down. She then counters with an arm wrench and follows up with a leg sweep that knocks him down. She makes the cover.

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Izzy picks up Dan and nails him with a palm strike to the face, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. As Izzy approaches, dan throws out a kick using his good leg. He then nails izzy with another kick to the midsection… and another. Dan then goes for another kick, but Izzy swats it down and counters with a roundhouse kick to the head, sending Dan crumbling to the floor. She then pushes him over and makes the cover.

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Izzy picks up Dan and brings him into the corner. After throwing out a blistering knife edge chop, Izzy runs across the ring. After reaching the other corner, she turns around and charges back and goes for a running European Uppercut. But Dan ducks and dumps her over the top rope with a fireman’s carry…

… but Izzy lands safely on the apron. When Dan turns around, Izzy throws out another palm strike. But Dan ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then steps back, sizes up Izzy and goes to knock her off the apron with a lariat. But Izzy pulls down the top rope, sending Dan tumbling to the floor.

Stephy Auger: Low balled!

When Dan gets back up to his feet, Izzy dives off the apron. But Dan’s able to catch her across his shoulders before delivering a Samoan Drop on the floor. He picks up Izzy and rolls her back in. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Dan picks up Izzy and goes for an irish whip. But Izzy reverses with an irish whip feint into a European Uppercut. While dan’s stunned, izzy turns and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Dan throws her down with a belly to belly suplex. He hooks the leg.

Kris Cruise: Could this be it for Dan Herrera?

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Izzy gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: So close.

Dan picks up Izzy and whips her into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, she slides through Dan’s legs. When Dan turns around, Izzy pops up and throws out another roundhouse kick. This time, Dan catches her leg. After turning her away from him, Dan ducks under and lifts Izzy up onto his shoulders. She tries to fight back with punches to the head. But it’s to no avail as Dan brings her down with an electric chair drop. He then turns over and makes the cover.

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Izzy gets her shoulder up.

Dan picks up Izzy and nails her with a forearm strike, sending her stumbling into the corner. As Dan approaches, Izzy throws back a kick to the left knee, stopping Dan in his tracks. She then turns around and delivers a hard shoot kick to the back of the knee, dropping Dan on one knee. From there, she sizes up dan before going for an axe kick. But Dan reaches up and blocks the move. Dan slowly rises back to his feet while still holding Izzy’s leg. But before Dan can do anything else, Izzy connects with an enzuigiri. While Dan’s dazed, Izzy returns to her feet and takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, Dan turns her inside out with a lariat. He makes the cover.

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Izzy gets her shoulder up.

Dan brings Izzy back to her feet. He lifts her up across his shoulder and looks for a front powerslam. But Izzy kicks her legs before slipping down from behind. She then pushes Dan forward. When Dan turns around, Izzy goes for Dirty Dancin. But Dan swats the first kick down and counters with and forearm strike. While Izzy’s dazed, Dan clobbers her with a discus elbow strike. He makes the cover.

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Izzy reaches over and grabs the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: What a counter, I thought this one was over right there.

Dan brings Izzy back to her feet, pulls her away from the ropes and goes for another discus forearm smash. This time, Izzy ducks and follows up with an O’Connor Roll into a bridging prawn hold.

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Dan kicks out.

As Dan gets back to his feet, Izzy takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, Dan kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over. He then hoists Izzy up before throwing her down with the Final Word. He makes the cover.

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Izzy gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: How did she kick out of that one?!

Dan picks up Izzy and whips her hard into the corner. As she staggers out, Dan grabs her and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Izzy staggers out, Dan lifts her up and throws her down with the Wit’s End. From there, Dan steps back into the corner and begins to crouch down, waiting patiently for Izzy to get into position. As Izzy begins to stir on the canvas, Dan lifts his arm up and down. The fans in the front few rows begin to stand up. They know what’s coming next. As Izzy slowly rises back to her feet, so does Dan. When Izzy turns around, Dan heads from out of the corner and goes for a sear. But Izzy counters in mid air with the Capetown Sunset. She makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Guerilla Radio” hits the speakers as the crowd cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, IZZY ANDERS!

Izzy gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: What a victory for Izzy Anders!

Stephy Auger: Disappointment for Dan Herrera here, but Izzy Anders moves on to the semi-finals to face Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine in a champions versus champions match. That’s coming up later.

[Deleted]

The scene cuts backstage, where the camera focuses on a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo Remigio Cap-Toe Oxfords in black. Slowly, the picture zooms out allowing us to see the remaining articles of clothing - black slacks, and a black Oxford shirt which hides underneath a white Burberry sport coat. The perfectly tailored attire hugs the body of one Quinn Goodrich who stands beside an equally as dapper, yet infinitely more debonair individual.

Quinn Goodrich: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to formally and properly introduce myself, as well as my client, for those of you who live under a rock and are unaware of the stature and greatness captured in the essence of the man to my right.

That man is none other than Johnny Cannon who stands tall in his strapping glory, dressed in a pewter blue suit from the Burberry London Stirling collection. The Brit's eyes hide behind a pair of blue Dolce and Gabbana Aviators.

Quinn Goodrich: My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the professional, and personal advocate to a man who tonight will solidify, legitimize and make his status as the number one contender to the Pride Division Championship a consensus.

Goodrich takes a moment to gather his thoughts whilst Cannon stands still, smiling his usual cocksure grin.

Quinn Goodrich: This is where you get when you work hard enough, and nobody works harder than my client. He's the first one in the gym, and the last one to leave. In fact, he was here earlier today getting some last minute ring work in because he's a ring rat. He's a world class athlete. He's a student of the game, a game which he loves, but a game which he hates because of what it's become.

Cannon shakes his head repeatedly as Goodrich continues.

Quinn Goodrich: Wrestling has become a variety show. Gone are the days when stories were told in the ring, where men and women would fight each other, as well as the battle of attrition to see whose motivation, whose preparation, and whose determination would be the strongest.Today, this business is polluted with terrible comedy acts, underwear models, and stuntmen who would rather pick up a chair or a tire iron and hit someone with it instead of learning how to properly wrestle.

Cannon scoffs as Goodrich goes on.

Quinn Goodrich: But my client is here to change all of that because he's a renaissance man. A classic man. A man that wishes to see his beloved sport return to a time where the only thing that mattered was what happened inside the squared circle. A time when you were not given handouts because you looked the part, or knew the pencil pushers, but instead because you constantly pushed the envelope and raised the bar with your performances. My client wishes to return this sport back to its glory days. He wishes to redefine wrestling in Frontier Grappling Arts, and tonight he will grow one step closer to doing just that. And for that, he deserves your respect. He deserves it because of everything he's accomplished in his life and career as a self made man. He deserves it because he's an honest man who always does what he says he's gonna do. He deserves it because-

Just then The British Mamba steps forward to finish the sentence, as he removes his sunglasses in one fluid, and smooth motion before looking right into the camera.

Johnny Cannon: I'm Johnny Cannon and I'm a real man.

The sharp dressed Britton has a very stern expression plastered on his English mug as Goodrich nods in the background.

Johnny Cannon: And I'm a man who doesn't talk about the things he wants out of life, I just go out and get them. That's because I'm a go getter. I've always been that way, since birth. I came out of the womb and stood up on my own two feet, ripped off the umbilical chord with my own two hands, and then slapped my own bottom. I was born to be a winner, unlike all of you people here who bought tickets to this show because you'll never be anything more than spectators. But I'm afraid I've got even more bad news for you. You all wasted your bloody money, because the truth of the matter is that the only match worth seeing tonight is mine.

He says confidently, as he straightens his tie.

Johnny Cannon: You didn't come here to see Sean Sands or Jimmy Page or Zero McHannon, or Johnny Karma and all the other hasbeens and gimmicks who have filled out the rest of tonight's card, by serving as filler matches and bathroom breaks. No. You came here to see a real wrestler, and that's exactly what I am. I'm a master tactician in this ring, and I'm the most adept and explosive striker in the world. I've proven this every time I've stepped between the ropes. I've honed my skills - skills which have allowed me to stand here in a thousand dollar suit and a pair of thousand dollar shoes, looking like the million dollar man while I spit gold nuggets from a silver tongue.

Cannon shrugs the shoulders of that thousand dollar suit as he continues to grandstand.

Johnny Cannon: And if you've heeded my words, you know that none of this has happened by accident. I didn't become the man I am today on a fluke. I didn't shoot up the card here in FGA in record fashion by a string of luck. I've earned my place. I've earned every opportunity that's been afforded to me with my bare hands. I've never had to cheat to get ahead, unlike your beloved Patriots who constantly bend the rules because they're a bunch of classless wankers who can't rely on their own abilities to get the job done. And because of that I've never faded into obscurity. Whenever I hit rock bottom I bounced back to the top unlike your Celtics who constantly dwell in a realm of insignificance, holding onto past glory because they can't create any in the present.

Boos can be heard in the background as the Boston crowd takes offense to the Brit running down their sports teams.

Johnny Cannon: No. Unlike them I don't have to talk about what I did, I only talk about what I'm doing. And what I'm doing is kicking down every door until I get to Tony Carmine and the FGA Pride Championship and tonight, I've got just one more door to put my foot through and that's Evangelista.

A few cheers are heard in the background at the mention of the crowd favorites name.

Johnny Cannon: And what a fitting way to continue my odyssey and mission of reshaping the Pride Division, and redefining wrestling in this company than by beating someone who stands for everything that is currently wrong with this business. I'm talking about someone who cares not for glory, or championships, but is simply happy to be here. If you don't want to be the best than you're wasting your time, and everyone else's by taking time and opportunity away from people who deserve it, and want to reach the top. People like me. A man who should've Main Evented FGA's final DVD taping but couldn't because that spot was given to Laurel Anne Hardy's freak show.

Cannon scowls bitterly.

Johnny Cannon: And I will not allow someone like you, someone who stood idly by and allowed people to maim and disfigure themselves with foreign objects and household appliances to compete for the Pride Championship. I cannot and I will not because you don't deserve it. You don't deserve it because you have no pride, and you're not a real wrestler. You're the living and breathing embodiment of everything a real wrestler shouldn't be, while I'm everything that a real wrestler should be.

He says with the utmost conviction.

Johnny Cannon: I carry myself with dignity and nobility, I dress with class and sophistication, and I fight with ferociousness and ferocity! And you're about to find that out. You're about to find out why I'm the baddest man on the planet and the best pound for pound wrestler walking this godforsaken Earth because tonight, I'm going to become the number one contender to the Pride Championship at your expense because tonight, Evangelista-

The British Mamba looks right into the camera through his cold, and calculated blue eyes.

Johnny Cannon: I'm going to knock you the f*ck out!

He then throws up the 'V' salute, as Goodrich claps in support.

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FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Whiskey Dex vs. #sparklebuddies vs. Hallyu Generation

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat tag team match for the FGA World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of 236lbs … LING LING, YUN GOEUN … THE HALLYU GENERATION!

"Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!

Everyone raise your hands up high!

Let them talk to the sky above!

Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!

This is just the beginning...

K - O - R - E - A"

"Clap Your Hands" by Pink Dolls starts to play over the P.A. system as both Yun Goeun and LING LING emerge from the backstage area. Yun is smiling wide as the crowd goes crazy for her. The camera pans through the crowd to show there are more than a few fans wearing gear or holding up signs supporting Yun and Ling. As well as another section of the crowd sporting the brand new HALLYU GENERATION jacket. Yun stops to look over the arena from the top of the ramp, taking in the moment. As she stands there, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally emerges from the back.

He meets Ling and Yun at the mid-point of the ramp as they continue on down. LING walks over to the crowd and takes her H-G jacket off - she throws it into the audience for them to catch. Yun is lifted up to the ring apron by Shamrock. Ling slides in and the two K-Pop Idols make their way towards the center of the ring awaiting their opposition.

Kris Cruise: There they are, Stephy. In only their second match together, and they have a shot at the gold.

Stephy Auger: After impressing two weeks ago in their match against The Bros, Ling and Yun got offered a place in this match, and they accepted, as you’d expect them to. Some people say they shouldn’t have, but they have a shot at the titles whether you like it or not.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 263lbs … LAUREL ANNE HARDY, ANNIE ZELLOR … THE SPARKLEBUDDIES!

“Jager Yoga” by CSS begins to play throughout the arena as pink and purple strobe lights cover the aisleway. From out behind the curtain step Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor to cheers from the crowd. They both make their way down to the ring in their matching ring attires, slapping hands with the fans on either side of the aisle. Annie runs up the ring steps and vaults over the top rope as Laurel slides in under the bottom rope. They both hop up on opposite corners where Annie raises a fist while Laurel takes a stage bow, flapping her colourful feather boa around. Then they both jump down and hug before taking their corner.

Kris Cruise: Former two-time champions, the #sparklebuddies are looking to make history tonight.

Stephy Auger: That’s right, Kris. A win tonight would take them above the Murder’s record – but Annie has raised the ire of the champions, so what was already a daunting task just got even harder.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 421lbs … They are the current reigning and defending FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … DEXTER JACOBS, WHISKEY AYANO … WHISKEYYYY DEXXXXX!!!

“Pool of Booze, Booze, Booza” hits over the loudspeakers, the lights dimmed somewhat as the opening guitars kick in. When the verse begins, Dexter Jacobs steps out from the entryway, with Whiskey Ayano following just behind. The two share a glance before Whiskey produces a bottle of hard liquor and a lighter. She takes a swig and holds up the lighter, creating a large gout of flame as she spits it out into the air. Dex merely shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the display before cracking his neck and heading down to the ring, Whiskey taking a moment to pose before coming down as well. Dex slides in and immediately heads to the corner, where he mounts the turnbuckles and raises a fist in the air as Whiskey follows suit, leaning on the ropes near him and taking another swig. She offers a pull to Dex as he hops down off the ropes, and depending on his mood, he’ll either accept and take a swig or brush her off before the two take a moment to prepare before the match begins.

Stephy Auger: And her come the champions.

Kris Cruise: Winners of the 2015 Dynamic Duos, reigning tag team champions, undefeated together, and two of the toughest wrestlers to ever step foot in that ring. Whiskey Dex are here and they mean business!

The bell sounds to start the match as Annie Zellor and Ling start off as the legal competitors. The crowd begin a dual chant for both competitors as they circle the ring momentarily, before eventually Annie offers up a test of strength. She adds a cheeky wink, so Ling obliges. As they lock hands, however, Ling breaks her grip as she goes South with a double leg takedown – but Annie dodges it. Once again they begin to circle one another as Zellor offers up another test of strength. As Ling accepts it, this time Annie goes South with a double leg takedown attempt, only to get caught in a front facelock. She breaks out of that almost immediately and wraps her arms around the waist of a seated Ling, preventing her from rising to her feet. Ling hooks her arm up around Annie’s head, forcing a break as Ling counters into a front facelock, which she uses to bring Annie back to her feet.

Kris Cruise: This is not the opening we’d expect to see from these two.

Ling gets backed into the corner, but fortunately Yun is there to tag herself in as she delivers a swift kick to the ribcage of Zellor. Ling exits the ring as Yun throws Annie back into the corner and thrusts her shoulder up into the former tag champ’s midsection. After five, Yun takes a step back and sends Annie from pillar to post with an Irish whip. Yun dashes across the ring after her, and hits the turnbuckles chest first after Annie vaults over her. Zellor fires off several forearm shots to the face before following up with a bulldog out of the corner. She goes for the cover.

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But Yun gets the shoulder up. Undeterred, Annie picks her opponent up and heads to the corner, where she makes the tag out to Laurel Anne Hardy. The Sparklebuddies use the allotted time to deliver a double team suplex before Annie exits the ring, leaving the two legal competitors inside the squared circle. On the far side of the ring, Whiskey and Dexter are both looking on, waiting to be made the legal competitor. And they don’t look best pleased.

Laurel and Yun meet in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Each of them jockeying for position, until Laurel goes behind with a rear waistlock. A quick belly-to back suplex takes Yun down to the mat as Laurel dives around to the head, applying a front facelock. Yun battles back to her feet, and breaks the hold with some shots to the midsection. Followed by an inverted atomic drop. An Irish whip follows, sending Laurel against the ropes. She bounces off one set, right into a dropkick!

Stephy Auger: Yun got some height on that one.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Yun launches herself with another dropkick. As they get up the second time, Yun catches her opponent with an arm drag, sending her dangerously close to the Whiskey Dex corner – and Whiskey tags herself in. There’s a momentary staredown between Ayano and Hardy, but Laurel steps out the way as Yun charges in, catching Whiskey with a running forearm before throwing a forearm shot at Dexter Jacobs! The surly Southerner tries to get in the ring, but the referee blocks his path. Yun continues firing off forearm shots to the face of Whiskey as the fight moves towards the center of the ring. But Whiskey blocks one, countering with a knee lift to the midsection as she double Yun over. Followed by an overhand punch before she whips Yun against the ropes, catching the Korean with a drop toe hold upon her return. Whiskey gets up, only to drop an elbow down across the back of Yun. Ayano flips her opponent over and goes for the cover.

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But Yun gets the shoulder up. Whiskey looks up to see Annie was half way into the ring to break up the pin, and the two lock eyes. Ayano, mad at the disrespect shown by the Sparklebuddy challenges Annie to come into the ring. The crowd egging them on as Yun gets back to her feet, and makes her way to the Sparklebuddy corner, where Annie is waiting with her hand out.

Stephy Auger: These two shared words on social media the other day – Whiskey making it crystal clear that she didn’t appreciate the disrespect shown by Annie Zellor when she invited Hallyu Generation into this match.

Kris Cruise: Her naivety got the better of her. But I assure you, it’s not a mistake Annie Zellor will make again any time soon if she knows what’s good for her.

Zellor steps into the ring and dashes towards Whiskey with a running forearm smash! But Ayano just fires one right back. Annie goes again, and Whiskey responds in kind. Back and forth, the two trade blows until Whiskey begins to gain the upper hand. A swift knee to the midsection doubles Zellor over before she gets whipped against the ropes. Zellor ducks under the clothesline and hits the far ropes, coming off them with a headscissors takedown! Whiskey gets back up and stumbles into the corner as Annie charges in, performing a monkey flip – but Whiskey lands on her feet! As Zellor turns to face her, Whiskey takes the youngster up down with a side slam!

Whiskey immediately assumes the mounted position astride Annie’s chest as she begins raining down right hands, peppering the former tag champ as she clamours to cover herself – until Laurel charges in with a dropkick to the back of Whiskey’s head! The referee is quick to order Laurel back to her corner, but the first sign of madness appears as Dexter Jacobs storms the ring, making a beeline for Laurel!

Stephy Auger: Here we go!

Jacobs explodes out of the corner with a thunderous lariat that knocks Hardy head over heels, before he turns his attention towards Hallyu Generation. Ling gets knocked off the apron, before Dexter levels Yun with a haymaker! Annie gets back to her feet as Dexter turns and charges, delivering another lariat that sends Zellor ass over teakettle, crashing to the mat with a thud! The referee stands back, not wanting to get in the way as Dexter turns to see who’s getting up first – but he doesn’t see Laurel sneaking up behind him! Hardy catches the surly redneck with a lungblower from behind, sending him rolling towards the ropes. Whiskey gets back to her feet, and she catches Laurel from behind with some clubbing blows before going for the Irish whip. Ayano throws a clothesline, but Laurel ducks it and delivers a baseball slide to the prone Dexter Jacobs, pushing him off the apron and to the mats outside!

As Whiskey and Laurel continue duking it out, Annie is back on her feet. She sees Dexter beginning to stir on the outside as she steadies herself by the ropes, springboarding off the top rope with a cross body block! The crowd roars in delight as Zellor soars through the air; meanwhile, Whiskey catches Laurel with a spinning neckbreaker! Ayano sees her partner being taken out and makes her way over, climbing out onto the apron as she waits for Annie gets back to her feet…

Kris Cruise: First Annie went airborne, now what does Whiskey Ayano have in store?

Whiskey runs along the apron and leaps off with a rolling plancha, wiping out Annie Zellor! Another roar from the crowd, but the fervor builds as they spy both members of Hallyu Generation entering the ring. Yun climbs to the top of one turnbuckle, while Ling climbs to the top rope of another.

Stephy Auger: Look out below!

The members of Whiskey Dex stand up in time to see Yun and Ling flying through the air, off the top rope with dual crossbody blocks as five of the competitors land in a heap on the outside. The fans are on their feet in appreciation, when they spy Laurel Anne Hardy getting back to her feet in the ring.

Whiskey, Dexter, Yun, Ling, and Annie are all down on the outside, albeit beginning to stir, as the Welshwoman stands alone in the ring. Without hesitation, Laurel sets off against the ropes, bouncing off the set near the pile of bodies before going against the far ropes. And, with a majestic leap, Laurel Anne Hardy vaults clear over the top rope with a no hands somersault plancha! All six competitors lay sprawled up the aisle way as the fans whoop and holler in delight.

Stephy Auger: There’s carnage in the aisleway, Kris.

Kris Cruise: Bodies everywhere. But that’s what it’ll take to capture the tag titles tonight.

Stephy Auger: Hallyu Generation will definitely want to make the most of this opportunity. The #sparklebuddies want to regain those titles for a historic third reign.

Kris Cruise: And Whiskey Dex no doubt want to prove they are the biggest, baddest players in the game.

Laurel begins to stir, followed close behind by Annie as they roll into the ring. The members of Hallyu Generation are next, making their way back to the corner as Whiskey Dex get back to their feet as well. Annie makes the tag out to Ling, who enters the ring as Whiskey rolls back in under the bottom rope. Ayano is caught by some stomps, keeping her grounded before Ling finally brings her back to her feet. An Irish whip sends Ayano towards the HG corner, before Ling follows her in with a running splash. A tag out to Yun, and Hallyu Generation use the allotted time to deliver double team knee strikes to Whiskey Ayano. The referee orders Ling to leave the ring, leaving Yun to drag Whiskey out of the corner. A toe kick doubles Ayano over as Yun goes against the ropes, coming back with a single knee facebuster! And the cover.

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Kickout!

Undeterred, Yun brings her opponent back to her feet and heads back to the corner. Another tag out Ling, and against Hallyu Generation double team Ayano with a snap DDT! Yun steps out onto the apron as Ling feints a springboard moonsault into a standing moonsault. And the cover.

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Kris Cruise: Dexter Jacobs not even risking it there.

A swift kick to the head of the Lingster breaks up the cover, and the referee order Dexter to leave the ring again. Ling gets back to her feet and glares at Dexter as the referee escorts him out of the ring – but she’s taken her eyes off Whiskey. The Deep South Dragon recovers and grabs Ling from behind in a rear waistlock; a look of horror on the Korean’s face as she fails to stop what’s coming – German suplex by Whiskey Ayano!

Stephy Auger: Whiskey just bought herself some time, but she desperately needs to make the tag now.

The Lingster is disorientated as she staggers back to her feet, staggering closer to the Sparklebuddies corner, whereupon she makes the tag out to Annie Zellor. And, at the same moment, Whiskey tags in Dexter! The crowd roars in delight as the two step into the ring and stop in their tracks, staring at one another. A smirk crosses Dexter’s face as he cracks the knuckles in both hands, beckoning Annie to come closer. Zellor looks around the arena, listening to the fans cheering her on. So she does the only thing she can do. Zellor pulls a #grrface and charges!

Stephy Auger: Kamikaze Annie!

Dexter throws a clothesline, but Annie ducks under it and carries on running, leaping up onto the middle rope, top rope, then leaping with a corkscrew crossbody that catches Jacobs by surprise! Both competitors scramble back to their feet, albeit Annie gets there quicker, so she fires off some shoot kicks to the chest of the rising Dexter Jacobs. A roundhouse to the head follows, before Zellor goes against the ropes for some momentum. She comes back with a wheelbarrow bulldog – NO! Dexter counters, catching Annie in midair and German suplexing her down to the mat!

Kris Cruise: Good night, Annie!

But he’s not done. Dexter deadlifts Annie off the mat and delivers another German suplex, sending the youngster towards the center of the ring. And this time he makes the cover.

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THR-NOO!

Yun makes the save. A dropkick to the face of Dexter breaking up the cover, but Jacobs gets back to his feet as her grabs hold of Yun. A knee to the midsection and some clubbing blows to the back take Yun down – but Dexter doesn’t see Ling walking across the top rope before delivering a missile dropkick! The big man goes down as the referee tries to order Hallyu Generation to leave the ring. But the distraction has been enough for Annie to drag herself towards the corner, making the tag out to Laurel!

Stephy Auger: Here comes Laurel Anne Hardy, and I’m not sure who’d I want to be less right now, Kris: Laurel or Dexter.

Dexter gets back to his feet as Hardy rushes him, delivering the legitimate haafu businesswoman kick to the face! It’s enough to send Dexter tumbling out through the middle rope and onto the apron, but Laurel grabs him by the hair and brings him back to his feet. She hooks his arms and delivers a series of headbutts – the crowd counting along before, finally, Laurel delivers the ninth and final headbutt. Dexter holds onto the top rope for balance as Hardy runs across the ring, coming back with a huge spear! It knocks the tag champion flying off the apron, crashing into the guard rail!

Kris Cruise: That’s one way to deal with the size differential!

Stephy Auger: Everybody’s the same size when they’re down on their backs.

But Laurel’s celebrations are short lived as Whiskey comes to the aid of her partner, charging at Hardy with a lariat. It’s ducked, however, and countered by a reverse DDT after Laurel went behind. A weary Annie heads up top as Laurel keeps Whiskey in place, as the youngster leaps with a double foot stomp to the midsection of Whiskey Ayano! The Sparklebuddies stand tall and high five one another, when they suddenly see Dexter sliding back into the ring. He charges at them both with a double clothesline, taking them down! Annie gets the brunt of what’s next as he kicks her out of the ring, before turning back to Laurel. Hardy gets back to her feet and immediately gets sent against the ropes with an Irish whip, coming back into a Double A spinebuster! And the cover.

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NO!

Laurel kicks out. Dexter drags the former tag champ back to her feet and scoops her up, positioning Laurel in the corner in a tree of woe position before choking her with his boot. The referee counts to four before Dexter releases, and takes a few steps back. He charges into the corner with a knee lift to the gut, and Laurel crumples to the mat. No pin attempt this time, though, as Dexter makes the tag out to Ling Ling.

The Lingster apprehensively enters the ring as Jacobs makes his way back to his own corner, seemingly content with the damage he’s caused to the former champions. Ling spots Laurel propping herself up in the corner, slumped against the bottom turnbuckle, and an idea forms. With that, Ling charges across the ring and delivers a bronco buster!

Kris Cruise: Ride ’em, cowgirl!

Stephy Auger: Please think before you say these things…

Ling stops and drags Laurel away from the corner to make the cover.

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But Ling gets dragged out of the ring by Annie Zellor. No cheap shots, though, as Annie makes her way back to her corner, having just now picked herself back up. Ling re-enters the ring as Laurel is grabbing the ropes, using them to get back to her feet. Hardy gets spun around, and immediately nailed by some shoot kicks to the chest, forcing her back into the corner. Finally, Ling lifts her opponent up, seating Laurel on the top turnbuckle before she begins to climb herself. But Laurel fights back! She sends a hard right hand to Ling’s face, but the Korean fires right back, being careful not to hit the ear. Ling finally gets her hooked in position for a superplex, but Hardy is fighting it. That is, until Dexter enters the ring. He stands between Ling’s legs and aids with the superplex, albeit bringing Ling down with a powerbomb at the same time!

Kris Cruise: Tiiiiimmmmmbeeeeeerrrrrrrr!

The referee order Dexter to leave the ring, leaving Ling and Laurel both down and out in the center of the squared circle. No count out, of course, as all four competitors on the outside are vying for the tag. Ling starts to stir first, and she’s crawling towards the Whiskey Dex corner for some reason. The Deep South Dragon has her arm extended outwards, and gets the tag in as Laurel barely makes it back to her feet in time. Whiskey storms the ring and catches Laurel with a stiff forearm smash, then a chop to the chest, then another forearm smash before doubling Hardy over with a boot to the gut. She gets Laurel in a standing headscissors, ready for the piledriver – NO! Annie comes charging in, springboarding off her partner before catching Whiskey with a knee to the face!

Yun suddenly enters the ring as well, standing next to Annie as they both steady themselves. They’re waiting for Whiskey to get back to her feet, but are interrupted by Dexter as he rushes them with a double clothesline – NO! They duck under it and, as Dexter spins around, Yun and Annie both perform their patented 540 kicks at the same time! The crowd almost explode in cheers as Dexter goes down like a majestic redwood, rolling out under the bottom rope. Their pleasure is short lived, however, as Whiskey gets back to her feet and knocks Annie flying with a backfist before doubling Yun over with a boot to the gut. Whiskey grabs the Korean with a double underhook before executing the Drunk Driver!

Kris Cruise: Drunk Driver! But Yun isn’t the legal competitor.

Ling is ready on the apron, however, as Whiskey turns around – RAINBOW RAGE! The springboard hurricanrana takes Ayano down, but the Lingster can’t make the cover. She gets back to her feet, and quickly gets spun around by Laurel Anne Hardy. A quick toe kick double Ling over as Hardy grabs her arms before dropping to the mat with the Winter Garden Photograph!

Stephy Auger: And then there was one!

She’s slow back to her feet, using the ropes to regain her vertical base, but Laurel is the only one left standing. She is, however, soon joined by Annie Zellor as the Sparklebuddies survey the scene. Weary and beatdown, Annie Zellor looks at Whiskey down on the mat and she points to the top rope.

Kris Cruise: What are about to see here?

Zellor steps out onto the apron and begins the arduous climb. To the middle rope, then finlly to the top rope, whereupon she steadies herself. The crowd falling to a hushed silence as Annie pulls another #grrface – before spotting Dexter out of the corner of her eye … and Annie leaps with an Ode to Tj all the way to the outside!

Stephy Auger: Holy…

The two bodies of Dexter Jacobs and Annie Zellor lay motionless on the outside. The crowd are on their feet chanting “holy shit” over and over, as, inside the ring, Yun is beginning to stir. She and Laurel remain standing, but Whiskey is beginning to stir. Yun ducks under the lariat attempt by Hardy and counters with her One Hit Wonder, but just barely! Hardy drops to one knee, but Ayano saves her by drilling Yun Goeun with the Shatter Soul Strike! The vicious knee landing flush against the Korean’s head and sending her sprawling! Then Whiskey turns her attention to Laurel – but Hardy summons all her strength as she scoops Whiskey up with a fireman’s carry. Ayano struggles, landing some elbows to the face but she can’t stop Der Ursprung Des Kunstwerkes! A semi-conscious Ayano rolls onto her back as an exhausted Laurel Anne Hardy drapes one arm onto the chest of the Deep South Dragon. The referee drops to the mat.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match…

Kris Cruise: They did it, the #sparklebuddies have regained the FGA World Tag Team Championships!

Stephy Auger: And just listen to these fans, Kris! They can’t believe it. Hallyu Generation and Whiskey Dex fought valiantly, but the #sparklebuddies are three time FGA World Tag Team Champions!

On the outside, and after hearing the bell, Annie Zellor peeks her head over the apron and see Laurel with her arm across Whiskey. She staggers towards the timekeeper’s table, grabbing the title belts up before rolling into the ring.

Kris Cruise: What’s the referee saying?

Annie gives one of the belts to Laurel before climbing to the middle rope with her own belt, the title held high above her head.

J.A. Aldridge: …ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that this match has ended with a double pinfall, and has been ruled a draw. Therefore, STILL FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … WHISKEY DEX!

Stephy Auger: Whiskey must have got an arm across Laurel at the same time.

Kris Cruise: A draw?!

A dejected Annie Zellor looks down at J.A. Aldridge as the referee asks for the title belt back. On the outside of the ring, Hallyu Generation are gathering their bearings as they try to process what happened. Dexter slides back into the ring and helps Whiskey back to her feet as the referee hands them the FGA World Tag Team titles. Volbeat’s ‘Pool Of Booze, Booze, Booze’ begins playing as Whiskey Dex remain in the ring, a distraught looking Annie Zellor helping Laurel out of the ring, and Hallyu Generation looking on in disappointment.

Stephy Auger: So no historic third reign tonight.

Kris Cruise: Whiskey Dex escaped by the skin of their teeth, Stephy, and they know it. But all six competitors fought with everything they had, and they should be proud of themselves.

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We cut to the backstage area of the Matthews Arena where we see Johnny Karma walking through the corridors with a pair of headphones clasped firmly to his head so he can block out all ambient noise and other distractions as he tries to focus himself ahead of his match with Chandler Scott - which is quite troublesome, as Cherry Baum is trying to get his attention

Cherry Baum: J-K?

Karma can't hear what Cherry's saying, so she tries a little harder

Cherry Baum: J-K!

There's still no response from Karma, so instead Cherry gently tugs at the sleeve to his track jacket

Johnny Karma: Hmm?

Cherry Baum: I was wondering...

Karma removes the headphones and places them around his neck - and in the brief moment between him doing this and pausing his MP3 player, we can hear what he's listening to at quite astronomical volume, namely Eye of the Tiger

Cherry Baum: I was wondering something about your match tonight.

Johnny Karma: You know you can ask me anything, Miss Baum. Fire away.

Cherry Baum: Well I've been thinking about it, and...

Before Cherry can finish her question, Karma quickly shoves what appears to be a CD-R into the hand of a passing stagehand

Johnny Karma: Can you do me a solid and pass this on to the sound guy? I'm thinking of changing things up a bit tonight.

The stagehand is already walking away with the CD in his hand, when Karma calls after him

Johnny Karma: And tell him to pass the note in there to the lighting guy. It's a special night, so I don't want to be walking into the arena like it's any other FWA show.

Believing that the stagehand was listening to every word, Karma continues to walk along the corridor with Cherry - and at this point Cherry suddenly loses her footing and trips, although Karma is quick to catch her before she falls

Johnny Karma: Careful there, Miss Baum.

Karma helps Cherry back to her feet, and she looks a tad embarrassed by the whole thing

Cherry Baum: Sorry about that.

Johnny Karma: Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Well, unless the vodka & Red Bull I can smell on your breath had more ice than anything else in the glass.

Cherry looks remarkably sheepish that she's been caught out

Cherry Baum: It's just I got so nervous about tonight that I needed something to take the edge off, and you know what it's like when a bar is doing 2-for-1 when you only want one drink, and the bar's so crowded there's nowhere to sit and you have to drink the first drink quickly or the other one...

Karma holds up a hand, letting Cherry know he's got the idea so there's no need for her to give him the complete story

Cherry Baum: I think I may have ordered a double, now that I think of it...

Karma attempts to think of the best way to respond to that, but all he can think of is...

Johnny Karma: Ah...

Cherry Baum: So as I was going to ask, how is it you're so...not shaking like a leaf right now? It's so nerve-wracking standing outside the ring sometimes, and tonight's match is huge, so how do you keep your head together?

There's a brief pauses as Karma looks behind him to see if anyone's there, before he steps a little closer to Cherry

Johnny Karma: Can you keep a secret?

Cherry Baum: Of course

Karma pulls up the sleeve of his track jacket, revealing he's got goosebumps on his forearm, which takes Cherry by surprise

Cherry Baum: So...how are you holding it together?

Johnny Karma: Honest answer? If nerves got to me, I'd be pretty bad at this. I mean, there's people looking to drop me on my head, leave the impression of their boot on my face, book me on shows that take place in Jersey - any one of those could give someone reason to take up a less stressful job, like chainsaw juggling or lion teasing, but I prefer having my face where it should be rather than flapping around my ankles.

Cherry giggles at Karma's comment

Johnny Karma: Besides, there's a word for people who say they're not nervous ahead of an FWA Championship match - liars. I mean, being the guy to end the Chandler Scott error? That's a lot of pressure right there, and it's enough to make some people crack under the expectation.

Cherry Baum: Well don't worry, I'm sure you're up to the task.

Karma hears what Cherry says, and he tries to act cool about it - but there's a certain cockiness to the way he responds

Johnny Karma: You think so Miss Baum?

Cherry Baum: You know I love you J-K.

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The second Karma hears what Cherry said, he stops dead in his tracks

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Realising what she just said, Cherry puts her hands to her mouth

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Karma turns towards Cherry and tries to say something, but he finds himself speechless

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Cherry Baum: I...

Johnny Karma: Cherry...?

As soon as Karma tries to say something, anything, in response to what Cherry just said to him, a completely mortified Cherry backs away a couple of steps before she turns and quickly walks away, and she appears to be crying

Johnny Karma: Hey, wait!

Cherry continues to walk away from Karma, leaving him completely unsure of what he should do next - does he go after Cherry, does he focus on the title match, or does he continue standing where he is trying to get his head around what just happened

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#1 Contendership to the Pride Championship
Johnny Cannon vs. Evangelista

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the number one contender for the FGA Pride Championship. Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 245lbs, being accompanied by Quinn Goodrich … He is ‘The British Mamba’ JOHNNY CANNON!

A yellow spotlight suddenly shines down across the black curtain of the entrance way, whilst the house lights begin to dim down. Slowly, almost in unison with the change in lightning does "Voodoo Child" (Jimi Hendrix" Cover) by Brick + Mortar begins to play. A small ebb of yellow smoke ascends from the ventilators to grace the ramp. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the curtain, only backed by another daintier image.

"well i stand up next to a mountain
well i stand up next to a mountain
well i pick up all the pieces
maybe even make
maybe make a little sense"

Finally, bursting through the curtain emerges "The British Mamba", Johnny Cannon. The Englishman stands before the live audience in all his strapping glory; as per usual, his cocksure, megalomaniacal grin is etched on his face as he pauses on the ramp, his head raised high and snobbishly to the sky above as he surveys the masses. Standing just behind him is none other than Quinn Goodrich, who edges on the crowd to incite their scorn. Wearing yellow and black MMA style trunks, with matching boots and a black knee brace (on his left knee), the Brit appears ready for action - not due to his attire, but due to the belligerent look in his eyes which is only revealed as he removes his Aviator Sunglasses. His eyes are those of a cold, and calculating individual. Johnny places his shades in his black track jacket with numerous insignias sewn on it, and begins his haughty strut to the ring.

"well i stand up next to a mountain
and i chop it down with the edge of my hand
well i stand up next to a mountain
and i struck it down with the edge of my hand
cause I'm a voodoo child"

Cannon struts to the ring, marching with an undeniable swagger, whilst Quinn continues to taunt the audience, by swinging his arms up, and shouting whatever obscene remarks he can think of. Johnny ignores the audience on either side of him, showing complete indifference towards their opinions. He spurts forward toward the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, before launching himself to his feet and suddenly spinning to the center of the ring in a very Shawn Michaels-esque fashion, before positioning himself carefully in the middle. He unzips his track jacket, lowering it down his hands and to the canvas below him like a male stripper, before throwing up the offensive, British, two finger salute, eliciting tremendous heat from the crowd.

"lord knows im a voodoo child
cause im a voodoo child"

From there, Johnny slowly backs into the ropes, hooking his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; Cannon nods his head several times, as his eyes flicker with a hundred different ideas and strategies to carry out in the match.

Kris Cruise: There he is, Stephy, the unpinned, unsubmitted, Johnny Cannon. And he’s looking to earn his first title opportunity here in FGA tonight.

Stephy Auger: That’s right, Kris; there’s no argument that Cannon has been successful since his debut here a few months ago, but if he wants that shot at Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine and the Pride title, then he has a tough match ahead of him.

Kris Cruise: Indeed. Evangelista has been on something of a hot streak lately, and now she’s looking to get a shot at the belt Tony Carmine successfully defended against her at Final Frontier last year.

Stephy Auger: Nearly a year without a title match – how hungry do you think Evangelista is going to be tonight?

Kris Cruise: About as hungry as her opponent!

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from St Helens, England … She is EVANGELISTA!

The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. During the first vocal line Evangelista emerges through the curtain slowly, with a focused look on her face. She closes her eyes for a second, then begins the walk to the ring, absently tagging outsretched hands while trying to psyche herself up for the task ahead. After rolling under the bottom rope she crosses over to a corner and climbs up, posing for just a second before moonsaulting back down to the ring. She takes her corner and crosses herself, then begins shaking her limbs out in readiness for the coming match.

Stephy Auger: Here we go!

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring. Cannon stops to test the ropes, finding them to his liking before he continues circling.

Kris Cruise: The fans here in Boston are firmly behind Evangelista. Just listen to them.

The chants are ringing out throughout the Matthews Arena as both competitors lock horns in the center of the ring. Cannon gains the upper hand as he applies a side headlock, wrenching it in tight as his opponent tries to break free. Evangelista fires off some elbows to the midsection, but Cannon wrenches the hold tighter. After a few seconds, Evangelista walks backwards towards the ropes, bouncing off them for some momentum as she pushes Cannon away and against the far ropes. He returns with a shoulder block, taking Evangelista down to the mat. Cannon immediately sets off against the perpendicular ropes as Evangelista rolls onto her front … but Cannon just stomps at her upon his return. Several kick to the head find their mark before Evangelista is helped back to her feet and pushed against the ropes.

Stephy Auger: Cannon was one step ahead there.

With her arms spread, Evangelista’s chest is exposed for some stiff chops. Each one leaving a red mark. After five chops, Cannon grabs his opponent by the head and moves her towards the corner, before bouncing Evangelista’s skull off the top turnbuckle. She slumps back into the corner, and Cannon immediately goes to town, stomping Evangelista down into the corner. Soon the stomps start to target the arm and shoulder until the referee intervenes. Instead, Cannon drags Evangelista out of the corner by a boot – only to get the other shot up into his feet. And not just once, but twice! The crowd roaring in approval as Johnny Cannon falls backwards to the mat, allowing Evangelista the opportunity to move towards the ropes, using them to lift herself back to her feet – as Cannon runs in and delivers some clubbing blows to the back.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon getting the better of the early going here.

Stephy Auger: And he hasn’t let up at all, Kris.

Cannon performs an arm wringer, using it to move Evangelista away from the ropes before wrenching the arm again. Evangelista rolls forward, then again, before reversing with an arm wringer of her own. The hold transitions into a hammerlock; Cannon looks to fire off some back elbows, but none connect as Evangelista weaves masterfully. But that doesn’t stop the British Mamba from reversing the hold into a hammerlock of his own. But Evangelista reaches the ropes as the referee calls for the break.

Cannon backs away as Evangelista moves away from the ropes, once again circling the ring as Cannon keeps an eye on her, noticing how she’s rolling that shoulder. As they lock up collar and elbow once again, Evangelista gains the upper hand as she performs a double leg takedown. Before her opponent can react, Evangelista already has a spinning toe hold applied on the surgically repaired left leg of Johnny Cannon. The referee checks for a submission, but The British Mamba is in no mood to quit as he fires off several kicks to the face and body of his opponent. It’s enough to break the hold and force Leanne to take a couple of steps back as Johnny climbs back to his feet, just in time to see Leanne slide through his legs and catch him with a chopblock.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista going to town on that left leg of Johnny Cannon.

Quick as a flash, Evangelista is back at the feet of her opponent, holding that left leg up before dropping an elbow down across it. Then another, only this time she holds on for the leglock. Again, the referee checks for a submission, but it’s not coming as Cannon wraps his free leg around Evangelista’s head, forcing a break.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet once again, this time Evangelista strikes first as lands a European uppercut, sending her opponent staggering back. Cannon finds himself against the ropes, and on the receiving end of another European uppercut before being whipped across the ring. He hits the ropes and rebounds, only to come back with a flying knee strike straight to the face of Evangelista! She crumples to the mat as Cannon covers.

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TWO!

Kris Cruise: Only a two count!

Stephy Auger: Both competitors vying for the advantage here, and neither wants to give it up.

Cannon was sure to use his good leg for that one, and is able to get back to his feet as he drags Evangelista up with a butterfly hold applied. A few knee strikes to the face and chest subdue her, before Cannon brings her crashing down to the mat with a double underhook powerbomb. Unrelenting, Cannon flips his opponent over and applies a surfboard submission to the supine Evangelista. The referee quickly drops down to check for a submission, but she’s not giving in.

Stephy Auger: Johnny Cannon applying more pressure to that shoulder.

The crowd begin to rally behind Evangelista, urging her to break the hold. But there’s nowhere to go. She’s adamant she won’t give in, however, so Cannon breaks the hold for her with a curb stomp into the mat. It’s enough to cause the crowd to jeer, but Quinn Goodrich on the outside applauds the ruthlessness. And instead of bringing Evangelista back to her feet, Cannon kneels over her and applies an armbar, wrenching that shoulder further still. That’s not enough, however, so he decides to drop some knees down across the shoulder, causing Evangelista to yell out in pain.

Cannon moves away a step as Evangelista lays groaning on the mat. She winces, grasping at her shoulder. Even more so as Cannon drags her back up by the arm. A quick arm wringer has the St Helens native squirming, but Cannon transitions the arm wringer into a hammerlock legsweep DDT! And the cover, with a forearm across the face.

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TWO!
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NO!

Evangelista kicks out, but winces again at the pain in her shoulder. But Cannon just drags her back to her feet once more and whips her towards the corner. He charges in with a running European uppercut, absolutely nailing his opponent before going for another Irish whip. Evangelista gets sent from pillar to post as Cannon charges in after her – NO! Evangelista hops up onto the middle rope, then the top rope and counters with a corkscrew crossbody that catches Cannon by surprise! The referee drops to make the cover!

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NO!

The British Mamba rolls through, keeping hold of Evangelista. A confident smirk on his face as he throws her around for a side slam – NO! Evangelista hooks her legs around the far arm and counters with a crucifix!

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: Evangelista almost stole it right there!

On the outside, Quinn Goodrich breathes a sigh of relief as Cannon storms back to his feet. He throws a lariat, but a weary Evangelista is quick enough to duck underneath and counter with a basement dropkick, and down goes Cannon! Quick as a fox, Evangelista grabs hold of her opponent’s leg as she delivers a spinning knee smash, dropping her whole weight down across the knee of Johnny Cannon. She stays in the position, wrenching the leg with a kneebar, but Cannon fires off some right hands to fight free. Again, both competitors scramble back to their feet; Evangelista gets there first, followed close behind by Cannon as he charges in for another lariat, only to get low balled. Evangelista pulls down the top rope as Cannon takes a tumble out onto the apron. He stands up soon enough as Evangelista grabs hold of him – only to get caught with a shoulder breaker across the top rope!

Stephy Auger: And both competitors are targeting specific limbs; Johnny Cannon is trying to take out the arms of Leanne Evangelista, as she’s working on that left knee.

Evangelista staggers away clutching at that shoulder as Cannon sits on the apron, catching his breath for a second. The British Mamba stands back up and turns towards the ring, but Evangelista is already on her feet as she charges in, sliding between Cannon’s legs before pulling him off the apron. He hits the edge of the ring face first before Evangelista grabs him again, delivering a thunderous Battleground uppercut with her good arm! And a second one. Cannon is reeling, slumped down against the apron as Evangelista throws some shoot kicks to the chest. The crowd are on their feet as Evangelista rolls her opponent back into the ring, following him in before going for the cover.

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NO!

Kris Cruise: Tremendous resilience here from Johnny Cannon.

Evangelista can’t help but look a little bit dejected as she lifts her opponent back to his feet once more. A few forearm shots to the face back Cannon against the ropes, only for him to be taken down by a snapmare. Evangelista immediately sets off against the ropes, bouncing off both sides before delivering a thunderous Stevie G to the back to of the head! Followed by a standing somersault senton and Evangelista goes for another cover.

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TWO!
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NO!

Cannon gets the shoulder up in the nick of time. Evangelista looks disappointed again, as she takes a moment to catch her breath. The fans here in Boston are still firmly behind her as she makes her way to the ropes, using them to pull herself up to her feet. Cannon does the same on the far side of the ring, only slower. Evangelista grabs him from behind in a rear waistlock, but Cannon instinctively tries to reverse it. He manages to get behind Evangelista, but the St Helens native grabs onto the ropes to stop herself, albeit unsuccessfully! Cannon drags her away and rolls backwards, popping back to his feet to hit a German suplex! The crowd fall silent as they watch Evangelista get folded up like an accordion!

Stephy Auger: A desperation move there by Johnny Cannon, but he just found a way back into this match!

Kris Cruise: What a devastating German suplex! Evangelista may be out cold.

But Johnny Cannon can’t seem to capitalize. Both competitors are down as the referee begins the count out.

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TWO!


THREE!

FOUR!


FIVE!

Cannon gets to all fours before pushing himself up to his feet, just as Evangelista begins to stir. Some clubbing blows to the back prevent her from reaching a vertical base before Cannon drags his opponent towards the ropes. A few open hand slaps to the chest have Leanne reeling as she staggers back against the ropes, whereupon Cannon begins to tie her up in them. Her arms splayed out as Evangelista finds herself helpless; Cannon takes a moment to taunt the audience, before unleashing a flurry of European uppercuts to the stranded Leanne Evangelista. The referee tries to intervene, but Cannon scares him away before one last uppercut connects. With that, he drags his opponent free of the ropes, hooking one arm, and delivers the Cannon Driver II! A hushed silence falls over the crowd as Cannon hooks the leg.

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THRE-NOO!

Kris Cruise: She kicked out!

Cannon looks on in disbelief as the referee holds up two fingers. He throws Evangelista’s shoulder back down and tries again.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: I don’t think Cannon can believe this.

Irate, Cannon gets back to his feet and circles his prone foe, stomping at Evangelista as she lies there defenseless. Finally, he drags her back up to her feet once more with a butterfly hold. Cannon lifts his opponent up for a butterfly suplex, bringing Evangelista crashing to the mat as he transitions into a flying cross armbar! The same arm that he’s been working over throughout the match! The crowd are on their feet as Evangelista yells out in pain.

Kris Cruise: This could be it right here!

There’s nowhere to go for Leanne; they’re near the middle of the ring and Cannon has the hold in tight. The referee is in place to check for a submission – the pain etched on Evangelista’s face as she stretches, reaching her leg out for the ropes. But they’re inches away. Cannon wrenches the hold again, hyperextending the shoulder as Evangelista stretches. The referee checks for a submission and…

Stephy Auger: Is this it?!

Evangelista gets her foot across the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break, but Cannon keeps the cross armbar locked in until the four count! Finally he releases the hold, earning an admonishment from the official as Evangelista rolls out onto the apron, clutching at her shoulder. The British Mamba looks irate; he can’t quite believe she survived that. The fans are on their feet cheering still as Cannon circles the ring, keeping his gaze locked on Evangelista. After a few moments, he makes his way over and leans through the ropes to bring Evangelista back to her feet. Cannon hooks her in place for a suplex back into the ring – NO! Evangelista drops down the back and counters with a hangman’s neckbreaker!

The crowd roars in delight, but Evangelista stays down afterwards. The sweat is dripping off both competitors as they slowly but surely make their way back to all fours, then to their feet. Cannon gets up first as he charges in with a running knee lift to the midsection, doubling over his opponent. But he limps away, holding his knee as Evangelista has the opportunity to try and recover. Not that it works. Cannon catches her with a clubbing blow to the back before lifting her for the belly-to-back suplex – NO! Evangelista lands on her feet, grabbing Cannon in a rear waistlock before taking him down with a German suplex!

Kris Cruise: Evangelista is still in this one, Stephy!

But she keeps her hands grasped around the midsection, lifting Cannon up for a second German suplex. All her strength going into this as the hands remained clasped. She lifts Cannon back to his feet again, but this time he fires off some back elbows. They’re enough to break the waistlock as Cannon sets off against the ropes for momentum. But there’s nobody there. Evangelista followed him as he went against the ropes, and she returns with a knee strike to the midsection before hooking the arm–HEADBREAKER!

Stephy Auger: Oh my God! Leanne Evangelista with the Headbreaker! This could be it.

The back of Cannon’s head bouncing off the knee as he collapses to the mat, as Evangelista collapses next to him. Digging deep, and with encouragement from the crowd, Evangelista manages to crawl over and drape an arm across the chest.

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THREE-NOOO!

Kris Cruise: No?!

Stephy Auger: Johnny Cannon just kicked out of the Headbreaker, Kris!

Kris Cruise: I can’t believe it! Both of these competitors are laying it all on the line for this shot at the Pride title.

Evangelista can’t quite believe it as the referee holds up two fingers. Cannon remains motionless in the ring. She grabs hold of the top rope and drags herself up, holding onto it as Evangelista makes her way towards the corner. Climbing, slowly but surely, Evangelista gets up to the top rope – just as Cannon shakes the rope. His opponent falls, crotching herself on the turnbuckle! Cannon makes his way to the corner, climbing to the middle rope as he hooks Evangelista in place for a super back suplex … but she fires off a shot to the face. Then another. And a third. The fourth one knocks Cannon off the middle rope and sends him back first to the mat as Evangelista tries to stand again, steadying herself before leaping off with a moonsault!

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THRE-NOOO!

Cannon gets the shoulder up at the last possible second! And again, Evangelista can’t believe it. She crawls towards the ropes in disbelief, dragging herself back to her feet as Cannon rolls to the far side of the ring. Evangelista charges in, but she’s met by a boot to the gut. And a European uppercut. Cannon is digging deep, being encouraged by the shouts of Quinn Goodrich on the outside as he delivers a knife edge chop to the chest. Then some open hand slaps, followed by an elbow strike to the side of the head. A discus forearm connects and Evangelista is reeling. Cannon runs behind him, bouncing off the ropes as he leaps with a single leg dropkick – NO! It’s countered in midair with another Headbreaker! Cannon’s head once again bouncing off the knee of Evangelista as she drops down on top of him!

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and new number one contender to the Pride Championship … EVANGELISTA!!!

Kris Cruise: She did it, Stephy! Evangelista has handed Johnny Cannon his first clean loss here in FGA, and earned herself a rematch against Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine!

Stephy Auger: What a battle between these two. They gave that everything they had.

‘Revolution’ begins to play throughout the arena; the fans are on their feet cheering, but Evangelista has to be helped back to her feet by the referee. He raises her hand in victory as she thanks the crowd for their support.

Kris Cruise: Now Evangelista will just need to repeat that performance if she wants that Pride title.

Stephy Auger: Absolutely. Tony Carmine won’t give that up without a fight. But where does Johnny Cannon go from here?

[Deleted]

The show cuts backstage to where Dom Harter is walking through the corridors of the Matthews Arena, dressed ready for his match that'll take place in just a moment. In his hand, however, is that same teddy bear that he had featured in his promo earlier this week. Just before he reaches his destination he stops, handing the teddy bear over to a young twenty-something year old lady, who appears to be an EMT.

Dom Harter: Hold this for me...

He says as the confused woman takes the bear from him.

Dom Harter: And when you deal with Cyncity after this match, be sure to give that to her.

And with that, Harter continues on his way, leaving the confused EMT behind holding the stuffed creature.

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Cyncity vs. Dom Harter

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!

The beginning of "Dam Dadi Do" by Nightcore fills the arena speakers over. Playing over the song was a loud siren, the crowd in the arena on their feet letting their voices be heard. The lights in the arena dim down just enough for the spotlight in the arena to shine directly on center stage.

Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scans the crowd, and feeds from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp. She flaps her right arm up in the air and takes in the audience's cheers. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and buttom pushed out. Fans in attendance whistle in her direction as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… She is the #ThreepeatKiller… CYYYYN...CIIIIIIIITY!

She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them hugs before she marches her way down the ramp and towards the ring. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her quickened pace toward the ring.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity has been on a roll since coming back to FGA, picking up wins over Hadley Herrera and Scott Bailey. But she has a challenge tonight.

Stephy Auger: The ThreePeat Killer versus The Tenacious Little Bastard - I can't wait!

She slides into the ring and plays with the crowd some more, then gets herself loosened up for the upcoming match.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent…

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display. The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in Boston.

J.A. Aldridge: From Cambridge, Ontario, Canada… He is the Tenacious Little Bastard himself… DOMMMM HAAAAAARTER!

Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it.

Kris Cruise: There he is, the most decorated man in FGA history...

Stephy Auger: And possibly the pettiest; all this started because Cindy Parker eliminated him from the Gold Rush Rumble, remember.

Kris Cruise: I remember, Stephy, I don't think Dom would let us forget either. He blames her for his suspension, and for delaying the Grand Slam he's chasing.

Stephy Auger: But now they're set to meet for the first time ever in a one on one match, right here at Above & Beyond!

The opening bell tolls and the match is underway! Harter immediately charges across the ring to grab a hold of Cyncity, but Cyn ducks underneath Dom’s reach and hits him with a knife-edge chop right in the back! The chop definitely stung Harter a bit, but he immediately turns around and kicks Cyncity in the midsection. Harter grabs Cyn’s arm and tries to take her head off with a short-arm clothesline, but Cyn ducks underneath Harter’s arm and rolls him up with a crucifix pin!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Harter kicks out right at two, both he and Cyn scrambling up to their feet. Once they get up, Harter swings wildly with a right haymaker, but Cyn ducks that too, and connects with a dropkick right to Harter’s knee. With Harter down on one knee, Cyn bounces off the ropes for a running attack, but as soon as she bounces back towards Dom, he pushes himself up to his feet and nearly decapitates her with a lariat!

Kris Cruise: Big lariat from Harter there. Cyncity might be out after that.

Stephy Auger: Her head nearly flew into the stands, Cruise! Harter’s trying to leave Boston with a piece of Cyn.

Kris Cruise: Well, he did say he was going to leave her broken here tonight, but if I know Cyncity as well as I think I do… she’s not going to let that happen.

Harter reaches down and lifts Cyncity up by her hair, flinging her directly into the corner. Harter hits her with a back elbow to the face, and follows the attack up with a number of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, ending his attack with a beautiful overhead belly to belly suplex. Instead of making a cover, Harter stomps down on Cyncity’s left arm not once but twice, and then pulls her up to her feet by her hair. Harter wrings her arm, but before he can attack, Cyncity blasts Harter in the jaw with the point of her elbow, causing him to stumble back!

Harter leans back against the ropes, allowing Cyncity to charge forward and connect with a running front dropkick, sending Harter outside the ring and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Welp, if this was the Gold Rush Rumble Harter would be eliminated again.

Stephy Auger: Don’t let him hear you say that, Cruise. I’m not trying to take beating over something you said.

With Harter outside the ring, Cyncity begins climbing up to the top rope, keeping her eyes locked on Harter. Once Harter stands up to his feet, Cyncity dives off the top rope with a spiralling crossbody right onto Harter! Cyn immediately wraps her arm around Harter’s head and begins clubbing away with right hands, the referee starting his ten count.

ONE!

TWO!

Cyncity finally stops punching Harter and pushes herself up to her feet, getting the crowd even more riled up than they already were. She turns back to Harter and waits for him to get up, and once he does, she charges forward, but Harter lifts her up in the air and slams her onto the thin protective mat with a spinebuster!

THREE!

FOUR!

Harter shakes the cobwebs out of his head and grabs Cyncity by the hair, pulling her up to her feet. He tries to slide her into the ring, but Cyncity elbows Harter in the midsection, follows it up with a forearm shiver to the face, and then finishes the attack with a single knee facebreaker!

FIVE!

SIX!

Cyncity looks at the referee and immediately slides into the ring, thinking she did enough to keep Harter down for the ten count.

SEVEN!

But Harter gets back up to his feet at the count of seven, causing Cyncity to step out onto the apron, spring off the ropes, and launch herself back with an asai moonsault!

Kris Cruise: Asai moonsault from Cyncity!

Stephy Auger: No! Harter catches her!

Harter catches Cyn over his shoulder and then sends her face and head first into the steel ringpost on the outside! With Cyncity going back outside, the referee is forced to restart his count.

ONE!

TWO!

Not wasting any time, Harter rips Cyn up to her feet and slides her into the ring. He follows her in and then begins stomping away at Cyn’s arm over and over and over again. Cyn manages to pull her left arm away after the fifth stomp, but it appears the damage was already done as she clutches the left arm her with her left.

Kris Cruise: Harter’s been working on that arm since the very beginning of this match, and it looks the damage may have been done.

Stephy Auger: You don’t mess with a man who’s looking for vengeance, Kris. Dom had warned Cyn what he was going to do, and it’s looking like he’s doing it.

Harter hunches over and laughs at Cyncity as she grimaces pain. He yells out “Do you still want to be friends, Cyn?” before he stomps down on her arm one more time, and then lifts her up by her hair. Harter wrings the arm around and then pushes Cyn into the corner, proceeding to wrap the injured left arm around the top rope. He kicks her in the midsection and then pulls on Cyn’s arm, causing her to yell out in pain while using her left arm to push Harter’s head away, trying to do anything to get out of the compromising position.

Harter finally stops pulling on the arm, and blasts Cyncity with a headbutt. He then sits Cyncity up on the top turnbuckle and looks ready to deliver a super single arm armbreaker, but before he can get Cyn’s arm in position, she blasts him with an elbow straight to the jaw! Dom leans back, nearly falling back into the ring, but Cyn wraps her arm around Harter’s neck, and spins around in the air with Dom in her grasp, executing a avalanche spinning reverse STO!

Kris Cruise: What a move by Cyncity!

Stephy Auger: Dom Harter’s out! I think Cyn might have this one, but she hurt her own arm too!

Cyn immediately clutches her left arm after the impact and landing on it while Harter remains motionless. Cyn tries to fight through the pain and crawls over toward Dom, reaching her uninjured right arm across his chest to make the cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR--KICKOUT!

Harter kicks out just as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. The crowd boos the kickout by Harter as Cyn looks over at the referee, double checking the count. Getting back up to her feet, Cyncity shakes her arm around a bit to try to regain feeling it and sees Dom starting to stir. Cyn manages to slip up behind Harter, and as he gets up, she charges forward and connects with a dropkick to the back of the head!

Harter falls into the turnbuckle, and Cyncity goes right back on the attack. She spins Harter around and looks for a reverse STO into the corner, but Harter elbows himself free and then connects with an armbreaker right on the injured arm! If that wasn’t enough, Harter rolls through and locks in a seated fujiwara armbar!

Kris Cruise: Dom has the armbar locked in! This one might be over!

Stephy Auger: He’s really wrenching back on the pressure too, Kris. Cyn might be tapping here.

Cyn screams out a pain, fighting the urge to tapout as Dom pulls back on her injured left arm. Cyncity looks like she’s about ready to tap until she sees how close she is to the ropes, reaching out with her right arm but she’s just a few inches away! She tries to crawl, causing Dom to really wrench back on the pressure, but this allows Cyn to move her body just enough to reach the ropes!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity gets the rope and the match continues!

Stephy Auger: But the damage is done, and Dom’s not letting go!

The referee tries to pull Dom off of Cyn as she holds onto the ropes, and then admonishes the five count.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FI--

Harter finally lets go of the hold right before the referee’s five count and the possible disqualification. He stands back up to his feet and looks down at the hurt Cyncity, smirking and throwing his arms up in the air to jeers from the crowd. He hunches over, pulls her by her hair, and grabs the injured left arm. Harter pulls Cyn forward, and drives his shoulder right into Cyncity’s arm, and then lifts her overhead, driving her head first into the canvas with a Samoan Driver! Harter pulls Cyncity’s legs back and makes the modified cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-KICKOUT!

The crowd explodes as Cyncity just manages to kickout, surprising Harter and even some of the crowd. Harter slides away from Cyncity, pushing himself up to his feet once he got himself a decent length away from her. Once Harter was up, he gets behind Cyncity and looks ready to finish the match with his patent “Goodnight to the World.”

Cyncity slowly starts to stir, still clutching at her hurt left arm. She manages to push herself up to her feet, and Harter was right there to lock her up in the pumphandle! He lifts her up, but Cyncity manages to slide down his back, leap up to his shoulders, and hit the Cynderana!

Kris Cruise! Cynderana! Cyncity just hit her reverse hurricanrana on Harter! This one’s over!

Cyncity sees Harter lying motionless on the mat and begins to crawling towards him, draping her uninjured arm across his chest to make the cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

NO! Harter gets his foot on the ropes before the three count! Cyncity can’t believe her eyes as she sees Harter’s foot on the bottom rope, causing her to slap the mat in frustration. The Boston crowd begins chanting Cyncity’s name as she pulls herself up using the ropes and only one arm, clutching the left arm against her stomach.

She waits patiently for Harter to get up, and after a few seconds, Harter begins to stir, slowly pushing himself up to his feet. Once he was up, Cyncity pushes herself forward and wraps her right arm around his neck for the “Yoshi-T” but Harter reaches his arm around her head and locks in the “Futility” dragon sleeper!

Kris Cruise: Harter has Futility locked in!

Stephy Auger: It was a good fight, Cyn.

Harter tries to wrench in the pressure, but Cyn wraps her leg around the ropes, and manages to slide herself out of Harter’s grasp and onto the apron! Harter snarls at Cyncity and charges forward, but Cyn leaps up and connects with an apron enziguri! Harter falls back to the mat like a sack of potatoes, Cyncity taking a moment to catch her breath as she watches Dom hit the canvas.

She looks at the downed Harter and begins climbing up to the top rope, ready to finish the match with “Standing Ovation.” She gingerly crawls up to the top rope, but before she can catch her a balance, a surge of energy comes over Harter as he rushes up to his feet, charges toward Cyn and pushes her off the top rope and out of the ring!

Cyncity goes crashing down, hitting her injured right arm off the guardrail before she falls to the thin protective mat. Harter drops to his knees and sees the lifeless Cyncity on the outside, staring at the referee as he starts his ten count.

ONE!

Before the referee can count to two, Harter slides out of the ring and stumbles toward Cyncity, looking as if he has evil intentions in mind. He hunches over and lifts Cyncity up by her hair, and slams her face first into the steel barricade!

ONE!

Harter tries to smash Cyncity’s face off of the guardrail one more time, but Cyn elbows him in the midsection, and follows it up with a spin kick right to the same spot!

TWO!

Cyn wraps her arm around Harter’s head and goes for a DDT, but Harter pushes her back and drives her spine first into the ring apron!

THREE!

Harter grabs Cyncity’s injured arm, lifts it high in the air, and smashes it off the apron, causing Cyn to grimace in pain.

FOUR!

Harter pulls Cyncity forward and lifts her over his shoulder, looking to drive her head first into the steel ring post, but Cyn slides down Harter’s back and catches him with a superkick to the back of the head!

FIVE!

Harter falls down to his knees, but so does Cyncity, both competitors gassed from the contest thus far. Cyn looks ready to slide back into the ring, but Harter turns around and steps in her way, causing Cyn to kick him in the midsection.

SIX!

Cyn tries to shove Harter out of the way, but Harter keeps his feet planted and hits Cyn with a back elbow to the face. He pushes her back against the guardrails, and goes for the Yakuza kick, but Cyncity ducks out of the way!

SEVEN!

Harter gets his leg trapped over the guardrail and nearly boots the fans in the front row. Cyncity rips Dom back, blasts with an elbow to the face and sets up for the Yoshi-T on the outside!

EIGHT!

Cyn flips herself back, but before she can get all the way behind Harter, he pushes her away, causing her to stumble into the apron!

NINE!

Harter goes to slide into the ring, but Cyncity catches him with a spin kick to the midsection! She manages to get Harter to stumble back a bit and then goes to slide into the ring, but Harter grabs her leg at the last possible moment and rips her back! Cyncity reacts with another elbow to Harter’s face and tries to get into the ring!

TEN!

But she’s not in time!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a double countout!

The fans boo the decision as Cyncity falls down to her knees, clutching at her injured left arm while Harter stares at her pointedly, looking as if he wasn’t ready to be done yet despite being spent from the match.

Kris Cruise: What a match!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but after all that we get a double countout? I don’t think either Cyn or Harter are happy about that.

Kris Cruise: Can’t be, Stephy. Both Harter and Cyncity came into this match with something to-- WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT’S HARTER DOING!?

The Tenacious Little Bastard charges in and punts Cyncity across the ribcage, causing her to tumble away in pain. The fans boo as Harter glares down at his opponent, evil intentions in his eyes as he pulls up the ring apron.

Kris Cruise: No, not this…

Another boo from the crowd as Harter pulls out a chair, lifting it high in the air for all to see. The bell continues ringing as Dom slams the edge of the chair down across Cyncity’s ribcage. She rolls away in pain again, but Harter follows her, slamming the chair down across her arm this time. Cyncity howls in pain, but Dom isn’t done. He bends her arm into a keylock position and stomps on it!

Stephy Auger: Somebody stop him!

Another howl of pain as Cyncity clutches at her wrist in agony. More boos from the crowd, the bell is still ringing, and Harter stands over Cyncity, grabbing that wrist away from her body before wrapping it inside the chair. Cyncity is helpless, laying there with her arm inside the chair as Harter grabs the steel ring steps…

Kris Cruise: No, no, no…

Stephy Auger: Here come the referees!

The crowd of officials try to swarm around the former World champion, but Harter pushes through them and brings the top of the steel ring steps down across the chair! The sound of Cyncity crying out echoes throughout the arena, followed only by the thud of the steps being dropped next to her. Almost immediately, the crowd begin to boo as Dom Harter walks away, knowing the damage has been done.

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After the last match between Dom Harter and Cyncity, we go to the cameras backstage, where they catch now FLC 2015 semifinalist, Sean Sands, talking to a stagehand. Sands has kept himself dressed in his ring gear, knowing that he’s got at least one more match (which is up next), if not two.

Sean Sands: Hey, guy. Have you heard any news on Cordy Stevenson?

The stagehand shakes his head and mouths the word “no”, causing Sean to let out a sigh. He thanks the stagehand, slapping him on the shoulder before moving along. He takes a few more steps down the hall before stopping another backstage worker who was ready to walk past him.

Sean Sands: Hey, you got any news on Cordy Stevenson? I haven’t been able to find out what injury she might have sustained.

The backstage worker nods.

Backstage Worker: I’m not very sure what exactly the injury is, but I hear it’s going to keep her out for some time. Sorry if that’s not much of a help.

Sean Sands: That’s more than I’ve gotten from anyone else. Thank you, I appreciate it.

The two men nod at one another before the backstage worker heads off, while Sands stands there and runs his hands through his semi-long hair before looking up and seeing the camera nearby. Noticing this, the cameramen try to shut their cameras off, but Sean raises a hand, stopping them before they could do so.

Sean Sands: No, wait. Are you guys still rolling? There’s a message I want to send to a certain someone.

Cameraman: Sure. We’ll keep rolling.

Sands nods and lets out a sigh at the same time. There’s a few seconds of awkward silence where Sean is looking down at his shoes before he looks up again.

Sean Sands: Chris Q, what you did earlier tonight was DESPICABLE. For no reason, after my match, you attacked Cordy Stevenson, someone who has done absolutely nothing to you. For no reason, you have now put Cordy Stevenson’s career in jeopardy.

Sean doesn’t raise his voice once, keeping it at a constant rate.

Sean Sands: Cordy Stevenson and I aren’t exactly the best of friends, but I can at least say that I respect her. What you did to her tonight was disgusting, inexcusable, and straight up disrespectful. You went to a level that I’d never thought I’d see you go and you ruined the career of someone who has constantly put on a show for those fans. Who gave me a hell of a fight in the opening match of the night!

Sands points right at the camera as if he was pointing right at Chris Q.

Sean Sands: What you did tonight tells me that you are willing to sink even lower than before, and that tells me that you still haven’t changed yourself from the piece of scum that you were when you and I faced. That tells me that not even that jail time you served after punching a goddamn television executive has slapped you out of this “Big Bad of FGA” status. And that...disappoints me.

The former FLC winner shakes his head.

Sean Sands: I really don’t know what else to say to you right now, Chris. I really don’t know how much lower you are willing to stoop, but I’m damn sure not going to find out. You and I? I know we’ve got some unfinished business. And sooner or later, we’re going to settle it, don’t you worry. But as of right now?

Sean motions to his left.

Sean Sands: I got a tournament and a title shot I need to win.

Sands then heads off, the action returning back to ringside.