Ocean City DVD Taping (8.25.12)

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(( Justice Young is standing by backstage in front of the FGA Lion backdrop. ))

Justice Young: Justice Young here. With me right now is the current FGA Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott.

(Chandler walks into the frame with the FGA Championship over his shoulder and Madison Stewart by his side.)

Justice: Last week, it was announced that you would be defending your newly won championship at the October supershow in Baltimore. While your opponent hadn't been determined, one thing had. This New Frontiers Invitational would not only award the winner with the 2012 New Frontiers Cup, but also the #1 contendership to your title. Your thoughts?

Chandler Scott: My thoughts? You want my thoughts? Well to be perfectly honest with you Justice, all eight men in this tournament are simply put.... not worth my time! They don't measure up to me. They can't match me. They're not better than me. I'm the champion now. That means I'm at the very top and what I say goes. So I say that I'm not going to even waste my breath on them. I won't dare give these peons the credibility that they desperately seek by acknowledging their existence. But Madison here will gladly give you her thoughts on this New Frontiers Invitational sham.

Madison Scott: This is what it's come to, Justice? Having to seek outsiders because Chandler has dominated the competion and scared off the rest? This is the cream of the crop? These are the eight men that are vying for a shot at my man's title? Hmpf! Give me a break! Let's look at this objectively.

We've got a guy who apparently didn't get the memo that Holloween is another two months away. Instead of hiding in the shadows, you should be hiding from Chandler. Or else he'll give you a legitimate reason to kep that face covered after he breaks it with his Harvard Hammer.

We've got some stoned slacker who is an embarrassment to this company. What's next, are the Ninja Turtles going to show up, too?

There's a hormonal teenager whose mood swings resembles those of a teenage girl. Nice job there, buddy. He's up against another drug addict loser who calls himself The Wonderboy. Well I have no idea how deep the rabbit hole goes, Justice. But if he somehow makes it all the way to the end, then by facing my man, he mind as well just dig his own grave.

Who's next? Some escaped convict?He claims he got off after being wrongfully convicted. But I don't buy that for a single second. A heathen like him should be locked up for the rest of his life with no contact with the rest of society. His opponent? A guy who sounds about as retarded as he looks. Nice dye job. Who broke the bottle of peroxide over your hair?

And then there's the last two. I guess my mutant turtles comment rang true, since one of these guys goes by the nickname Super Shredder. That's cute. Unfortunately for you, if you make it all the way to the end, Chandler will give you a Finale of the "career ending" type. And then there's the disc jockey. Pfft, I mean come on. I know this place is hard up for talent after Micky gave himself alcohol poising, Tomkins faked an injury and Blaine revealed the yellow steak up and down his back. But we're hiring radio personalities now? This guy thinks doing interviews with the stars is tough, just wait until he gets in the ring with Chandler. If the DJ is looking for a big break, he'll get it when he gets in the ring with Chandler. Oh, he's going to get quite a big break. A broken nose, a broken back, and a broken heart. Stay out of the ring and go back to taking calls for teenage girls, you loser!

Chandler: God, is she great or what?

Justice: (in a monotone voice) Yeah, she's something else.

Chandler: As Madison has clearly shown, these guys aren't in my league. Heck, we're not even playing the same sport. I'm pro level and these guys are still junior varsity. Line up any of these dorks, wannabees, burnouts and losers in the ring with me and I'll snap them in seconds. I want something bigger and better than this. And I expect to be given a worthy opponent soon. But until then, I've got some things that I need to get off my chest. So stick around because you don't want to miss what your FGA Champion has to say.

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[FGA Office]

(( Backstage, our cameras lead us to a room which appears to be empty. Dank and mysterious, we have to wonder if a new camera jockey for the FGA has gotten lost on his way to his intended target. Suddenly, through the crates of basketballs and soccer nets, a voice can be heard. ))

Landooon..... oooo Landon. The time is almost upon us now. You claim that you aren't afraid of ghosts, well, judging by the way you and your friend prattled on like a couple of clucking hens the other day, something must have you spooked good! You mortals spend too much time lying, and misinterpreting the truth. You see Landon, I didn't say that tag teams could not be successful in singles competition. What I said was that you, and your partner, could not be successful without one to to drive the other. I do not "hide behind this mask" I am this way because of the course of events that caused this to be, I am a hidden deity because I have no choice! So Landon Mario, as your encounter with the spiritual side approaches, take solace in knowing that unlike most of the other dungeons and dragons fan club, you will not need an Ouija Board to come one on one with a spirit. Are you ready to be eliminated Landon?? The time draws closer!"

(( Just as suddenly, the recognizable voice of The Phantom drifts away, leaving us to wonder if he was actually in this storage room at all ))

[FGA Office]

Edison DVD Taping
From the Roland E. Powell Convention Center [Hall C]
Ocean City, MD

Opening Round of the New Frontiers Invitational
Finale vs. Matt Myers

The lights in the arena dim and then “Whatever Happened To My Rock and Roll?” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cues up. There is decent build up and when the song really kicks in Finale throws back the curtain appears on the stage. The man they call Super Shredder walks down the aisle, looking out into the crowd.

Manny Cruz: The following contest is an opening round match in the New Frontiers Invitational. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Buffalo, New York by way of Toronto Ontario Canada.... weighing in at 245 pounds...... He "The Buffalo Butcher", FINALE!

Support is strong for The Buffalo Butcher as he confidently strides forward. He makes his way to the ring and enters, sliding in under the bottom rope. He then runs to a turnbuckle and stands with one knee up. He leans on said knee and looks around, then towards the ramp. He then obnoxiously mugs for the camera and hops down.

Kevin Clement: Kevin Clement: Hello Frontier Fans and thank you for ordering this DVD or internet stream. We are coming to you from Ocean City, Maryland! As always, I am joined by my colleague, Evan Grayson. We are just two weeks removed from Above & Beyond, where we saw the end of an era and the crowning of a new champion. Chandler Scott defeated Blaine Harrison for the FGA Heavyweight Championship in a tremendous match! And the new champion will be here tonight. But first, we've got four opening round matches for the New Frontiers Invitational. This tournament will crown a #1 contender for the FGA Heavyweight Championship. And this match between Finale and Matt Myers will be the first of the tournament....

"Don't Stop (Color on the Walls)" by Foster The People hits the PA System and Matt Myers bursts through the curtain. Dressed in his usual wrestling tights along with a leather jacket, as well as a pair of headphones around his neck, Myers puts his arms out, beckoning the crowd.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Uitca, New York..... weighing in at 210 pounds..... MATT MYERS!

He slaps the hands of fans as he makes his way down the aisle. Matt Myers slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, cupping his hand to his ear, listening to the fans. He smiles and hops down, taking off his jacket and headphones.

Clement: This match was originally supposed to be PKA taking on Finale. But with PKA scheduled for a match in Massachusetts, he sent Matt Myers as his replacement. Talk about an opportunity that fell into this young man's lap.

Grayson: This wasn't an opportunity that landed in his lap. This is a helpless sheep being led to the slaughter. Did I hear right when this DJ said that he's only wrestled three matches?

Clement: That's correct.

Grayson: And he's facing Finale, a guy who while relatively new has a boatload more experrience than him? Look, I'm happy that the guy is following his dream. But he's going to learn that controlling phone lines is a lot easier than controlling opponents.

Finale	Wrestler	Matt Myers
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'4"	Height	5'10"
245 lbs	Weight	210 lbs
Toronto, Contario, CA	Hometown	Utica, NY
2011	Pro Debut	2012
Stripper's Real Name Nevermind	Finisher	The Delay

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the ring and shake hands. The two men then step back and circle each other before locking up. Myers quickly places Finale in a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. Finale tries to free himself, but Myers quickly jerks the arm. Finale tries to free himself again. But Myers jerks the arm, causing him to cringe in pain.

Clement: Matt Myers with the hammerlock from behind, controlling the match early. This young man doesn't look that bad so far.

Grayson: The match has just started. Let me know when he's actually won something.

The ref asks Finale if he wants to give up. But Finale refuses to quit. Finale then reaches back with his free hand, grabs the back of Myers' neck, jumps up and counters the hold with a modified snapmare takeover. The crowd cheers. As soon as both men get up, Myers runs towards Finale and goes for a clothesline. But Finale ducks, sending Myers into the ropes. When Myers comes back, Finale knocks him down with a running arched big boot to the face. Myers goes down, holding his jaw in pain.

Finale then picks him up and nails him with a spinning back kick to the gut. While Myers is doubled over, Finale connects with an uppercut, followed by a spinning back fist to the face, and capped off with a jumping knee to the chin that knocks Myers down. The crowd cheers as finale drops down and makes the cover.

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Clement: Berseker Combo only gets two for Finale. One of these men, along with three others, will move on to the semifinals of the New Frontiers Invitational after today. There's so much talent in this tournament. Nearly anyone could win it.

Grayson: Accept for Matt Myers, because he's going to lose.

Finale picks up Myers, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Myers around, Finale unleashes a series of hard forearm strikes to the face. Each strike sends Myers slumping down in the corner. Finale reaches down, grabs Myers by the hair with both hands and pulls him back up. He then brings Myers from out of the corner, lifts him up and brings him down with a sitout suplex facebuster. The crowd cheers as Finale turns him over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another near fall for Finale. In addition to all of the opening round matches of the New Frontiers Invitational, new FGA Heavyweight Champion Chandler Scott has requested mic time. I could only imagine what he has to say.

Grayson: Anytime that Chandler wants to grace us with his presence, it's a good thing.

Finale picks up Myers and throws him down with a scoop slam. After kicking Myers over onto his stomach, Finale goes over, grabs Myers by the legs and hoists him up for a wheelbarrow suplex. But Myers counters into a bulldog. The crowd cheers as Myers turns him over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Great counter there by Myers, but it only gets two.

Grayson: You mean the lucky counter?

Clement: What is your problem with Myers, anyway?

Grayson: Besides the terrible music that he plays, the man is a fish out of water. I know that this was an open invitational and that PKA had to drop out, but this is the best that they could come up with? A man that hasn't even wrestled five matches thus far in his career? I'm surprised Finale hasn't finished this already. Maybe he just enjoyes toying with him.

Myers picks up Finale and nails him with a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then grabs Finale by the arm and goes for an irish whip. But Finale reverses, sending Myers into the ropes. When Myers comes back, Finale goes for a clothesline. But Myers ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Finale goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Myers ducks and runs into the ropes. When Myers comes back, Finale goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Myers counters with a double rotation headscissors takeover. Cheers and applause can be heeard throughout the crowd. As a dizzy Finale gets up and turns around, Myers runs over and knocks him down with a forearm smash. The crowd. Finale gets up and turns around, but he gets knocked down by another running forearm smash. The crowd cheers. As Finale gets up, Myers kicks him in the midsection before sending him into the corner with an irish whip. After pointing at Finale, Myers charges into the corner and connects with a cannonball splash. The crowd cheers as Finale stumbles out of the corner before falling face-first to the canvas. Myers turns Finale over and makes the cover.

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Clement: NO! Finale got the shoulder up.

Myers picks up Finale and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then heads over to the ropes and steps outside onto the apron. Myers begins to slap the top turnbuckle repeatedly, getting the crowd fired up. The crowd cheers as Myers begins to hop up and down, waiting impatiently for Finale to get into position. As Finale finally gets up and turns around, Finale knocks him down with a springboard spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as Myers makes the cover.

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Clement: Another two count for Myers. But this young man is really beginning to gain a hold of this match.

Grayson: Beginner's luck. That's all this is. There's going to come a point were experience will be the key between a win and loss. And that is what will cost Matt Myers this week. Or God forbid, he advances.

As Myers begins to pick up Finale, Finale nails him with a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then nails Myers with a lunging headbutt, stunning Myers. Finale then grabs Myers and whips him into the ropes. Wen Myers comes back, Finale bends over to set up a back body drop. But Myers kicks him squares in the face, standing Finale upright. While Finale is stunned, Myers runs into the ropes. When Myers comes back, Finale goes for a running clothesline. But Myers ducks, sending Finale into the ropes. When Finale comes back, Myers turns around and nails him with the Lariatooo~! The crowd cheers.

Clement: What a clothesline by Myers! He may have just knocked the wind out of Finale!

Myers then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flips off, crashing on top of Finale with the On Air. Cheers and applause are heard throughout the crowd. Myers then picks up Finale, lifts him up and plants him with The Delay. The crowd cheers as Myers makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, MATT MYERS!

"Don't Stop (Color on the Walls)" plays as a shocked Myers gets his arms raised by the ref. The crowd cheers. Myers then heads to the outside, where he slaps hands with the fans in the front row.

Grayson: He looks more shocked than I am.

Clement: Matt Myers has pulled off the upset! He's defeated Finale and has advanced in the New Frontiers Invitational!

Grayson: I don't know how he did it. I don't know how Finale allowed this to happen. But Matt Myers will see his beginner's luck run out the next time he steps into an FGA ring.

[FGA Office]

Earlier This Week

(( A few days ago from Des Moines, Iowa outside of the Iowa state capitol building. James is standing by himself, seemingly lost amongst the hustle and bustle of Iowans speeding past him. He looks directly at the camera, an intense look spread across his face. ))

James: I come to you today, FRONTIER, with a brief and humble announcement. As a man who prides himself on being as transparent as possible, I come here to be open and honest with you about a very important aspect of my live. You see ladies and gentlemen, last week I discovered that my father is currently afflicted with colon cancer. This is a great shock to my family and I, and it has been hard for me to cope.

But do not fret ladies and gentlemen of FRONTIER. Despite the pain I'm currently feeling, I plan on fighting through it. And I intend on doing that not for the sake of my career, but rather because I want to do the very best I can to make my father proud and show him that he has inspired me to be the very best professional wrestler that I can be…

(( It is with this statement that James lowers his head and walks towards the capital building. The screen fades away to black. ))

[FGA Office]

Opening Round of the New Frontiers Invitational
Alistair Alexander Wulfe vs. Jacob Rollins

'Nothing Remains' begins to play and soon enough Alistair Wulfe arm in arm with Monique strut out atop the entryway. The blonde beauty is dressed to the nines while The Crusader has a hoody sheilding his face. The duo pause and gaze out over the fans before Monique pulls the hood back and reveals his face.

Cruz: The following contest is an open round match in the New Frontiers Invitational. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Monique. From London, England.... weighing in at 260 pounds.... ALISTAIR ALEXANDER WULFE!

The duo smirk and then march down to the ring where they take center stage. Monique takes off her mans jacket and caresses his firm chest as they kiss.

Clement: Given Wulfe's background, it would come as no surprise to find him in a bad mood. But after his loss to Mike Smith at Above & Beyond, Wulfe has been more miserable than he's ever been.

Grayson: Well if I had to listen to A.J. Fairchild's constant whining, I'd be pretty irritated, too. But he had that match against Mike Smith won. He had him beat! I talked about Matt Myers getting lucky? No, Mike Smith got lucky! But it's all good because Wulfe is going to take all that frustration and unleash it on poor Jacob Rollins.

The lights on the entrance stage began flickering in-synch to the solo intro of August Burn Red‘s song “Empire“. The song kicks in as Jacob Rollins comes out from the back. He began hardcore dancing on the floor spinning around like there's no tomorrow before raising his arms up in the air to the delight of the fans. He walks to the ring slapping some hands of the fans.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois.... weighing in at 212 pounds, JACOB ROLLINS!

He goes around the ring slapping some more hands before stopping in front of a steel steps. He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron befoe looking around the venue. He climbs the top rope from the ring apron and raises both his arms up before somersaulting down to the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and raises his arms again before walking to his corner while his music fades.

Clement: Jacob Rollins, the young man out of Chicago, Illinois is a newcomer to profressional wrestling. 2012 marks his dbeut, in fact.

Grayson: Has he only wrestled three matches, too?

Clement: No, he's actually fought alot. In fact, he fights more frequently than most people his age and experience would. Rollins has wrestled with several independent promotions over the past several months, honing his craft against different wrestlers of all shapes, sizes and skill. That experience should serve Jacob well in this tournament.

Grayson: Well isn't that just sweet.

Alistair Alexander Wulfe	Wrestler	Jacob Rollins
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'3"	Height	6'2"
260 lbs	Weight	212 lbs
Londonn, ENG	Hometown	Chicago, IL
2011	Pro Debut	2012
The Crusades End Redemption	Finisher	Rolling in the Deep Leap of Faith

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Wulfe uses his strength advantage to move Rollins back into the corner. The ref quickly goes over and gives both men until the count of five to let go.

Ref: 1..............2..............3.............4..........

Both men slowly let go. As Rollins holds his arms in the air, Wulfe takes advantage by socking him with a sucker punch. The crowd boos as Rollins drops down in the corner. The ref scolds Wulfe. But Wulfe pays him no mind. He just slowly steps back from the corner with a smirk on his face. Rollins looks back up at him while he holds his jaw in pain.

Clement: Cheap shot there by Alistair Wulfe. That wasn't called for nor was it necessary.

Grayson: Boo hoo. You leave yourself up, that's what happens to you.

After Rollins pulls himself up using the ropes he makes his way from out of the corner. The two men circle the ring. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Wulfe quickly throws Rollins down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Wulfe taunts Rollins by waving him on. Rollins just looks back at him with a look on disgust on his face. Rollins turns over and gets back up to his feet.

Grayson: Alistair has already gotten into the head of Jacob Rollins. If he doesn't snap out of it, then it's only going to make it that much easier for Wulfe to dismantle him.

The two men circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Wulfe gains advantage with a top wristlock. He then wrings Rollins' arm to boos from the card. Rollins can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Rollins if he wants to give up. But Rollins wags his index finger at him. So Wulfe tries to yank the shoulder from out of its socket, bringing Rollins down to one knee in pain. The crowd boos as Wulfe barks insults at him. Rollins tries to stand back up, but another yank of the arm sends Rollins back down to one knee. The ref again asks Rollins if he wants to give up. But Rollins refuses. So Wulfe brings him back up, only to wring his arm again. The crowd boos. But the boos soon turn to cheers as Rollins rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own. Rollins then wrings his arm again to cheers from the crowd. As Rollins goes to wring his arm a third time, Wulfe kicks him in the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then places Rollins in a side headlock. But Rollins shoves Wulfe off of him and into the ropes. When Wulfe comes back, he knocks Rollins down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. Wulfe then runs into the ropes as Rollins kips back up to his feet. When Wulfe comes back, Rollins leap frogs over him. Wulfe continues to run into the ropes. When Wulfe comes back, Rollins throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Wulfe gets back up, Rollins knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Wulfe gets up near the ropes, Rollins charges forward and goes for a clothesline. Wulfe ducks and back body drops him over the top rope. But Rollins lands safely on his feet, grabs Wulfe by the ankles and yanks him down face-first to the canvas. The crowd cheers. Rollins then pulls Wulfe to the outside before rolling back into the ring. He then runs into the ropes as Wulfe pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. When Rollins comes back, he connects with a baseball slide, sending Wulfe stumbling back and down to the floor. The crowd cheers. Rollins then gets up and waits for Wulfe to get into position. Once Wulfe gets up, Rollins runs back into the ropes. When Rollins comes back, he knocks Wulfe down with a tope atomico to cheers from the crowd. The crowd applauds and then breaks out into a "ROLLINS! ROLLINS! ROLLINS!...." chant.

Clement: Jacob Rollins with a huge dive to the outside! And he's got this crowd on their feet! This is the type of dynamic that Rollins can bring to FGA. He's got speed. He's got agility. And he can fly like nearly none other!

Rollins then picks up Wulfe, rolls him back inside, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Rollins picks up Wulfe, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Wulfe around, Rollins nails him with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. The crowd cheers. Rollins then takes Wulfe and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Wulfe stumbles out, Rollins runs across the ring, jumps up looking for a codebreaker. But Wulfe counters with a sitout spinebuster. The crowd boos as Rollins clutches the back of his head in pain. Wulfe then crawls over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Great counter there by Wulfe, but it only gets two. You've got to believe that Wulfe is trying not to repeat the mistakes that he made in his last match against Mike Smith.

Grayson: What mistakes? Didn't I tell you that Smith got lucky? Nothing more and nothing less.

Clement: Call it what you want to. But a loss here isn't just going to hurt his ego. But it's going to knock him out of a tournament where a guaranteed title shot is on the line!

Wulfe picks up Rollins and nails him with a forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling into the corner. Wulfe then marches into the corner and unleashes a combinations of rights and lefts to the body. As Rollins begins to cover up his midsection, Wulfe nails him with another forearm strike to the face. Wulfe then unleashes with a series of european uppercuts that rock Rollin's head back and forth. The crowd boos as Rollins appears dazed and confused. Wulfe then leans forward and gouges Rollins' eyes to boos from the crowd. Rollins can be seen kicking his feet and heard screaming in pain. The ref quickly scurries over and gives Wulfe until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1......................2..................3.................4..............

Wulfe reluctantly lets go. He then nails Rollins with a shoulder thrust that doubles him over. Wulfe takes Rollins by the hair with both hands and tosses him from out of the corner and to the center of the ring. Rollins arches his back in pain as the crowd boos. After lining him up, Wulfe runs from across the ring and kicks Rollins square in the back. The thud from the impact can be heard throughout the building. He then picks up Rollins and whips him into the ropes. When Rollins comes back, Wulfe scoops him up from the side and delivers a swinging backbreaker. Rollins groans in pain as Wulfe makes the cover.

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Wulfe picks him up and hits a snap suplex. He turns over and hooks the leg.

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Wulfe picks up Rollins and whips him hard into the corner. As Rollins stumbles out, Wulfe kicks him in the midsection and delivers a double underhook suplex. The crowd boos as Wulfe crawls over and makes the cover.

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Grayson: This kid won't stay down!

Clement: And the frustration is clearly showing on Wulfe's face. There's a Heavyweight Championship Match on the line. These men will do whatever it takes to advance in this tournament.

He then picks up Rollins and goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Rollins blocks it. Wulfe goes for another belly to belly but again, Rollins blocks it. Rollins then hits Wulfe with repeated right hands to the head. He then connects with a bell clap to the ears, breaking the hold to cheers from the crowd. After holding his back in pain, Rollins runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Wulfe throws out a savate kick. But Rollins ducks and runs into the ropes. When Rollins comes back, he knocks Wulfe down with a cross body block. The crowd cheers. After Rollins off of Wulfe, Rollins gets back to his feet. As Wulfe gets up, Rollins blasts him with a right hand..... and another... and another. He then throws out a kick to the gut. Wulfe catches his foot. But Rollins counters with an enziguiri that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. Rollins picks up Wulfe and goes for an irish whip. But Wulfe reverses, sending Rollins into the ropes. When Rollins comes back, Wulfe goes for The Crusades End. But Rollins ducks and counters with The Breakdown. The crowd cheers. As Wulfe slowly gets up, Rollins runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with Rolling in the Deep. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, JACOB ROLLINS!

"Empire" plays as Rollins gets up on his knees and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up to his feet, heads into the corner, climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms slowly to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The woes for Alistair Wulfe continues as Jacob Rollins picks up the win. Rollins is now the second man to advance tonight. In fact, he'll be meeting Matt Myers in the semifinals of the New Frontiers Invitational next month! As far as Wulfe goes, I'd hate to be the next man in his path....

[FGA Office]

Previously Recorded

The scene opens at the gates of Wonderland. The camera moves past the gates, heading upwards till it finds Mike Smith standing at one of the balconies. Alfred and Janie Jones are at either side of him.

Janie: It's my pleasure to introduce to you a man who has entertained you since his arrival not too long back... The Wonderboy...

Mike: Thank you Janie. I've been with the FGA for a decent amount of time and I have only one regret... I haven't been able to give you, the fans, the time you deserve... Sure, I've entertained you in the ring, I've put on some good matches and sure you know how amazingly fantastic I am but I wish to announce...

Mike is abruptly interrupted by Alfred, who raises his finger to Mike's lips, silencing him.

Alfred: Sir, it's almost time for your midday Tom Collins.

Mike: Alfred not today. I have a match today. No Tom Collins when I wrestle.

Alfred: Sir, you've ne...

Mike: Quiet Alfred.

Alfred nods and backs away a little. Janie frowns, she was afraid that something like this would happen when she asked Mike to address his fans. To make matters worse Matt chooses this moment to walk up under the balcony. He shouts up at them as the camera pans back to add him into the shot.

Matt: What's going on?

Mike: Addressing the fans.

Matt: Why wasn't I invited?

Mike: You're bad for the image. Now go away! Hey camera, over here. Give me a close up!

The camera, obeying Mike's instructions, zooms in on him, cutting everyone else from the shot.

Mike: Now, as I was saying... I'm sure all of you took the time to enjoy that neat little stunt I pulled with A.J Fairchild. I'm sure most of you were hoping for something similar this week and I would like to apologise but Janie here thought it wouldn't be a good idea. So I suppose what I'm trying to say is Janie wouldn't know a good idea if she thought of it herself... or something. Don't you fans fear, the Wonderboy will resume normal service at the next show... Who will fall prey next? You'll just have to wait and see... All I can assure you is that you will Stare in Wonder...

The camera starts to pan away. As it does a rather irritated Matt Smith finds his way to the balcony, shouting obscenities. Mike can faintly be heard asking Alfred to fetch him the Tom Collins as the scene fades.

[FGA Office]

(( Preston Blake can be seen talking to a member of backstage personnel. ))

Preston Blake: And that's why Chandler will be the best champion this company has ever had!

?: Oh yeah?

(Preston turns around and is confronted by Matt Mario.)

Blake: Well if it isn't the stoned slacker. Shouldn't you be somewhere playing your little video games? What are you 12?

Matt: You can make all the jokes you want, dude. By all means, go right ahead. However, I know that the only one that will be a joke around here is Chandler after Landon beats him for the FGA Heavyweight Championship!

Preston: Excuse me?

Matt: You heard me loud and clear, Preston. My best friend Landon is going to win the New Frontiers Invitational. And once he gets his match with Chandler, he's going to beat him for that belt.

Preston: I think you've been two busy smoking those funny cigarettes again.

Matt: And you're too dense to understand the truth. But if you want, I'll gladly beat you and give you a preview of what Landon will do to Chandler.

Preston: Let me tell you something.

(Preston takes his index finger and flicks it against Matt's forehead)

Preston: ...twerp! You could never, and I mean never beat me. Let alone Chandler. Now why don't you just get lo--

(Preston's rant is cut with a slap to the face from Matt. As Preston turns back to Matt, Matt realizes he's pissed him off and takes off. Preston chases him down the hall and around a corner. But once Preston rounds the corner, a crash can be heard. The cameraman hurries over, turns the corner and sees Preston on the floor. The camera then reveals rope that's been stretched out and attached to both walls. Clearly a trap done by Matt Mario. Preston slowly pushes himself up off the floor. After touching his nose, he sees that his nose is bleeding and could potentially be broken. Matt then squats down in front of him.)

Matt: Ya know, for someone who claims he's so smart, you sure are dumb enough to fall into a trap like this. Oh well, have a nice day!

(( Matt runs off and can be heard laughing down the hall. Meanwhile, Preston looks on as he trembles with anger. ))

[FGA Office]

Opening Round of the New Frontiers Invitational
The Phantom vs. "Player 2" Landon Mario

"Welcome Home" starts up as jeers begin to scatter throughout the crowd. The Phantom comes out from the back and stands at the entranceway, scanning the crowd and the arena. Slowly he makes his way to the ring, making one full walk around the ring before climbing in.

Cruz: The following contest is an opening round match in the New Frontiers Invitational. Introducing first from The Abyss.... weighing in at 245 pounds..... THE PHANTOM!

Clement: The last time we saw The Phantom, he dismantled Sean Hunter. So much so that Hunter left FGA after their match.

Grayson: And can you blame him? The way that he was assaulted? The way that Phantom tore him apart? It was great.... if you were The Phantom. Some would call Hunter scared. I call him smart. If only Landon Mario was as smart as him.

"Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as Landom Mario casual strolls, Scott Hall-style through the curtain. After holding his hand up to his forehand and scanning the crowd, Landon makes his ways down to the ring. He walks to both sides of the aisle, trying his hardest to slap hands with ever fan he can.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Mushroom Kingdom.... weighing in at 205 pounds.... "Player 2", LANDON MARIO!

Clement: Landon Mario, one half of the fun loving Super Mario Wrestling Bros, has a huge opportunity in front of him.

Grayson: And he better take it! He wants to crack jokes and be Mr. Nice guy, good for him. But right now, Landon has a chance to eventually claim a Heavyweight Championship Match. If there were ever a time to get serious, now would be the time.

Once he gets to ringside, he leaps up onto the apron and then slingshots himself into the ring. Landon heads into the corner, springboards up to the middle rope and holds his fists in the air to cheers from the crowd.

The Phantom	Wrestler	Landon Mario
Heavyweight	Weight Class	Light Heavyweight
6'4"	Height	6'2"
245 lbs	Weight	205 lbs
The Abyss	Hometown	Mushroom Kingdom
N/A	Pro Debut	2010
The Haunting Go to the Light	Finisher	Goomba Stomp Frog Splash

The bell sounds as The Phantom stays in the middle of the ring. His back turned to Landon Mario. Mario slowly circles Phantom and notices that Phantom doesn't even flinch. He looks back at the crowd in confusion. Various members of the crowd are motioning for him to attack Phantom. Landon shrugs his shoulders before slowly creeping up behind Phantom. Landon motions for a double ax handle smash when Phantom, with his back still turned, nails him with an elbow to the gut.

Grayson: Apparently those eyes on the back of the mask aren't just for show...

Phantom turns around and kicks him in the midsection. The crowd boos as Phantom knocks him down with a clubbing shot to the back. He then picks up Landon and knocks him down with a right hand. Landon gets back up, but Phantom knocks him down with yet another right hand. As Landon gets up, Phantom delivers a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Phantom unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, nearly driving all the air out of Landon. Phantom then unleashes a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of elbow strikes to the head. As Landon is dazed in the corner, Phantom grabs two handfuls of hair and launches him towards the center of the ring. The crowd boos. The ref warns Phantom about pulling the hair. But Phantom walks right past him, paying him no mind. As Landon slowly gets up, Phantom nails him with a knee strike, doubling him over. He then grabs two handfuls of Landon's hair and tosses him again. This time towards the corner. The crowd boos as Landon holds his scalp in pain.

Clement: The Phantom has been absolutely ruthless thus far. I see he's picking up right where he left off at Above & Beyond.

Grayson: This man has a dangerous aura about him. He may even be more intimidating than Alistair Alexander Wulfe. And that's saying a lot!

Landon slowly pulls himself up in the corner using the ropes. But as he turns around, Phantom runs into the corner and connects with a stiff clothesline. The impact sends Landon slumping down in the corner. The crowd boos as Phantom continues to show no mercy. He reaches down, grabs Landon by the hair and pulls him back up. He then irish whips and follows Landon into the other corner. But Landon reaches out, grabs both top ropes with his hands, jumps up and vaults himself over Phantom. When Phantom turns around in the corner, Landon performs a handstand backflip. Phantom then charges out of the corner and goes for a clothesline, but Landon ducks. When Phantom turns around, Landon knocks him down with a jumping side kick to the head. The crowd cheers. Phantom gets back up, but Landon throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Phantom gets up, Landon grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Phantom comes back, Landon takes him down with a hurricanrana. He follows up with hammer fists to the face to cheers from the crowd. Landon then gets up off of Phantom and plays to the crowd as they cheer him on.

Clement: And Landon Mario, after getting manhandled early on, has just turned the tide in this match! And he's got this Ocean City crowd firmly behind him!

Grayson: What he needs to do is stay on offense instead of playing to the crowd. He's got a chance at a title match and he's sitting here waving to the crowd. The crowd aren't going to get him that title match.

As Phantom slowly gets up, Landon runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, he charges forward and nails Phantom with a high knee strike to the head, sending Phantom stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Phantom begins to pull himself up using the ropes, Landon runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle, rebounds back and dropkicks Phantom off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Down goes Phantom to the floor! Landon has to strick with this strategy. Stick and move. Use his speed to his advantage. The Phantom is not a guy that Landon can match strength. He has to keep the action fast and take it to the air.

Grayson: And he may be getting ready to do exactly that.

Landon points to the outside. He then waves his arms up and down to fire up the crowd. As the crowd cheers, Landon runs into the ropes while Phantom slowly gets up on the outside. Once Phantom turns around, Landon runs forward and connects with a somersault senton over the top rope, knocking him down. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Crowd: LANDON! LANDON! LANDON! LANDON!

Landon then picks up Phantom and positions him for a DDT on the floor. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Phantom grabs him and rams him back-first into the barricade. Landon can be seen arching his back in pain. But Phantom isn't done. He pulls Landon away from the barricade, only to ram him back-first back into it. Landon goes down while holding his back to boos from the crowd. Phantom steps back, only to nail him with a punt kick to the ribs. Landon can be seen rolling over onto his back as he clutching his right side. Phantom then reaches down, picks up Landon, hoists him up and drops him with a stungun across the barricade. The crowd boos as Landon bounces off the barricade and falls down, clutching his throat in pain.

Clement: And just as fast as Landon took control of this match, Phantom took it right back.

Landon: Landon should have just hit that DDT instead of playing to the crowd. I say it every tme we call these matches. Playing to the crowd gets you nothing but marks in the loss column. Stay focused, stay on your opponent and win the freaking match!

Phantom picks up Landon and slams his head against the apron. He then lifts Landon up onto it. After climbing up onto the apron himself, Phantom picks up Landon and scoops him up across his shoulder. The crowd sighs as Phantom has Landon set up for a Death Valley Driver on the apron.

Clement: Oh no! If he hits this DVD, it's over.

Grayson: The match or Landon's career? I go with both....

Phantom is about to deliver the Death Valley Driver. But Landon repeatedly elbows Phantom in the side of the head, forcing Phantom to loosen his grip. Landon then slips down over the top rope and back into the ring. Once Phantom turns around, Landon hits him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Phantom is doubled over, Landon runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, he charges forward, slingshots over the top rope, and goes for a sunset flip powerbomb onto the floor. But Phantom holds onto the top rope, blocking the move. The crowd cheers as Phantom follows up with a stomp to the face.

After Landon stumbles around ringside, he turns back around. But he walks right into a diving clothesline off the apron from Phantom. The crowd boos. He then picks up Landon and rolls him back inside. Phantom then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Phantom picks up Landon and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Landon around and chokes him with both hands. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1.......................2......................3................4...............

Phantom lets go..............only to lunge back in and choke Landon again. The crowd boos as Landon flails his arms helplessly. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1...................2..................3...............4............

Clement: Phantom taking advantage of the rules there....

Phantom breaks the hold, sending Landon slumping down in the corner as he gasps for air. Phantom walks away from the corner, only to turn around, charge towards the corner and connect with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd boos as Phantom drags Landon away from the corner and makes the cover.

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Phantom picks up Landon and throws him down with a scoop slam. He reaches down, picks up Landon and throws him down with another scoop slam. The crowd boos. Phantom reaches down, picks him up and goes for another scoop slam. But Landon slips down from behind. He then quickly spins Phantom around and pops him with an uppercut. The crowd cheers as Phantom appears momentarily dazed. Landon then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Phantom catches him and throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as Phantom underhooks his the leg.

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Clement: The Phantom continues to control the pace. Every time it looks like Landon is about to get back in this, The Phantom shoots him down.

Grayson: That's the mark of a great wrestler. Staying on top of your opponent. Smothering them with offense. Unlike Landon who wanted to put on a show, Phantom is looking to put his opponents out of commission. It wouldn't surprise me if Phantom made it all the way with this attitude.

Phantom slowly looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers. He then picks up Landon and whips him into the corner. Phantom charges into the corner, but Landon nails him with an elbow to the face, sending Phantom stumbling back. After shaking off the blow, Phantom runs back into the corner. But he runs right into a knee strike that doubles him over. Landon then quickly hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, jumps off and connects with a Mushroom Stomp to the back. The crowd cheers. He turns Phantom over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Oh so close! Landon taking a page out of his partner's book there. But it only gets a two count.

Landon then picks up Phantom and goes for an irish whip. But Phantom reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, he slides through Phantom's legs. When Phantom turns around, Landon gets up and throws a wild haymaker. But Phantom ducks and counters with a full nelson. The crowd boos. But the boos turns to cheers once Landon jumps up and counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Clement: Another near fall there as Phantom just barely kicks out.

As both men get up, Landon nails Phantom with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Phantom and whips him into the ropes. When Phantom comes back, Landon hoists him up in the air, waits a second and then delivers the 1-Up Uppercut. The crowd cheers. Phantom then heads to the ropes as he holds his arm. After stepping through the ropes, Landon walks across the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he's near the top, he sees Preston Blake at ringside. The crowd boos as Preston begins to taunt Landon.

Clement: What is this!? What is Preston Blake doing out here!?

Grayson: I'm not exactly sure.

While Landon is distracted, Phantom runs over towards the corner and takes a swipe, knocking one of Landon's legs out from under him. Landon then loses his balance, falls and winds up crotched on the top rope to boos from the crowd.

Clement: That damn Harvard Connection strikes again! Landon could have very well have put this match away. But now he's in a worse spot than he was just a few seconds ago!

Grayson: And he's got no one to blame but himself. He should have just paid Preston no mind and finished things off. But no....

As Landon cringes in pain, Phantom climbs up to the second turnbuckle, grabs him and delivers a superplex. He then floats over, pulls up Landon, turns him around, grabs him by the side and delivers a rise russian leg sweep. Phantom then floats over again and applies the Go to the Light. The crowd boos as Phantom pulls back as hard as he can. Landon can be heard groaning in pain as the crowd boos. The ref goes over and asks Landon if he wants to give up. Landon reluctantly nods his head. The ref then calls for the bell as the crowd continues to boo.

Cruz: Here is your winner, THE PHANTOM!

"Welcome Home" plays as The Phantom gets up to his feet. The ref goes to raise his arm, but The Phantom pulls his arm away from him. The crowd continues to boo as Preston can be seen applauding from the aisle.

Clement: The Phantom is now the third man to advance tonight. But he owes Preston for that distraction.

Grayson: Oh please. Phantom was in control for most of the match. Landon had plenty of opportunities to stay on top or end the match. But he failed and now he's out. And he has no one to blame but himself.

[FGA Office]

Previously Recorded

The camera fades up on a porch overlooking Lake Michigan somewhere in Evanston, Illinois. The lake is a deep dark blue, the sky is bright, and the sun is warm and barely visible as it slowly rises above our shot. The glimmer of the rays is blinding for a moment, casting millions of colors onto the camera, but then suddenly it clears up, and the scene is now perfect. In a lawn chair, sun hat, hair falling down piece by piece on past her shoulder and onto her arm, dark red lipstick coating her lips, and eyes green as the grass on the beach below sits Samantha Cross directly in front of the the camera. She smiles, exposing her perfectly white teeth then waits a moment, speaking slowly and quietly, as if it should be your job to understand her, not her job to inform you.

Samantha Cross: “I know what you're thinking. Who's that? I've never seen a girl as beautiful as she, and that would be true. You haven't, because it would be impossible. In fact, even as a young girl I was praised for my beauty, I blazed through pageants, collected trophies, money, and love letters more than I could even count. My beauty is everything to me, it always has, and it always will. One glance, one look into my perfect green eyes, and you won't even remember why it is you've come to see me. The only thing you will be thinking about is me. How wonderful I am, and what you can do to get me. Its my specialty, you see. I've been working on it for years.”

She laughed and pressed her finger to her temple and thought.

Samantha Cross: “But no one ever gets me unless I let them. Thats my power. Most women like me, mind you they aren't quite as good, seem to be afraid to admit what they do, but I'm proud of it. Everyone gets what they want, don't they? The guys get the pleasure, I get the fame, and the world just keeps on turning. Some say it isn't respectable, or ethical. I don't care. I'm famous, I'm hot, I'm successful, and what are you? Nothing. Watching a wrestling DVD on your couch in the suburbs of Newark, wishing you could be me.”

She leaned forward in the chair now, dropping some of the slurs at the end of the words now, clearly more serious than before – actually, the difference was focus.

Samantha Cross: “Now I step into the world of Frontier Wrestling, and from the minor amounts of research that I've done about this piece of shit indy, you've never had someone like me. Just wrasslers wrassling because they love it. I don't love wrestling. I don't even like fighting, I find it all so barbaric, but I wont hesitate to rise to the top of this place. New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, Delaware, Rhode Island – it is a familiar territory for me. All the glitz and the glamor of the Big Apple is so close, yet so far away. I'll take this place to the top. I'm here to stay.”

She leaned back and took a sip of water from a crystal clear glass and paused for a moment.

Samantha Cross: “September. The pleasure will be all mine.”

She leaned forward and kissed the camera, leaving a big red kiss mark as white letters outlined in pink appeared on the screen: “Samantha Monroe: The Queen of the World.” The words faded out, and the screen faded to black.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Opening Round of the New Frontiers Invitational
A.J. Fairchild vs. "The Wonderboy" Mike Smith

A loud foghorn sounds three times, the smoke machine fogs the black curtain as "Busy Being Born" by the band Middle Class Rut plays over the the venue's P.A. sound system.

Emerging from the back curtain is A.J. Fairchild who, hops up and down on the tip of his toes getting pumped for his match. A.J. then jogs down the ramp and high fives a few people on his way to the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is an opening round match in the New Frontiers Invitational AND your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas..... weighing in at 194 pounds.... A.J. FAIRCHILD!

A.J. slides in the ring, and runs towards the nearest turnbuckle. A.J. scales the top of the turnbuckle and throws up a hook'em horns hand sign before jumping down from the turnbuckle.

Clement: A.J. Fairchild came to FGA with a bit of hype behind him. And once he arrived, he made an immediate impact. He defeated both Micky O'Reilly and Sean Fallon in his first two matches. He then won his first match at a supershow two weeks ago. And here he is, ready to advance in the New Frontiers Invitational. He is on one hell of a hot streak.

Grayson: He is. I'll give him that. He has been on fire. But his opponent has been equally hot. We'll see how A.J. fairs against someone who is equally as good as he is.

The lights go off as “Fear Of A Blank Planet” kicks in. The first seven seconds go by and the lights flash just as the song picks up. The Wonderboy struts out and looks around the arena, smoke rising up to his knees.

Cruz: And his opponent, from San Jose, California.... weighing in at 221 pounds..... He is "The Wonderboy", MIKE SMITH!

He takes a few steps forward and looks over the crowd again, raising his arm up before running down the ramp and sliding in under the bottom rope. He looks from left to right and turns to face his opponent/waits for his opponent.

Clement: And here is Mike Smith, who has been equally as hot as A.J. Mike Smith is on a three match winning streak of his own. Both men are undefeated. Something has to give in this match.

Grayson: Or it could end in a draw and The Phantom autimatically advances to the finals. I would be fine with that, too. As a matter of fact, I'd prefer it.

A.J. Fairchild	Wrestler	Mike Smith
Light Heavyweight	Weight Class	Heavyweight
5'9"	Height	6'2"
194 lbs	Weight	221 lbs
Dallas, TX	Hometown	San Jose, CA
2011	Pro Debut	2005
Fairchild Special Metta World Elbow Holy Mutilation	Finisher	Stare into Wonder Wonderfall

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They head back towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Smith quickly brings Fairchild down with an arm drag. Smith pops back up as Fairchild gets up to his feet. The two circle the ring before inching back over towards each other. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Smith throws down Fairchild with another arm drag. Fairchild gets up on one knee and appears slightly annoyed. He gets up, circles the ring and heads back over to Smith. They both go for a collar & elbow tie-up. But Fairchild ducks, swings around and applies a waistlock from behind. Smith tries to pry Fairchild's arms from around his waist. But it's to no avail. Smith then elbows Fairchild in the face, breaking the hold. He then quickly reaches back and throws down Fairchild down with a side headlock takeover. Fairchild reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Smith is able to escape the hold with a kip up. Both men then quickly turn to face each other and reach a bit of a stalemate. Smith backs up as Fairchild slowly gets up to his feet.

Clement: Both men on top of their games earlier on. Fairchild the faster, more agile of the two. Smith, the more technically sound of the two. But both men can dabble in their opponents wrestling style and can do it well.

The two men circle the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Smith moves Fairchild back into the corner. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1.....................2....................3...................4.............

Both men break the hold. While Fairchild has his arms in the air, Smith raises his hand as he steps back towards the middle of the ring.

Grayson: Why didn't he sucker punch him?

Clement: Because unlike The Phantom or Wulfe, AJ and Mike Smith have respect for their opponents.

Fairchild then makes his way over towards Smith and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Smith moves Fairchild back towards the corner. But Fairchild turns around at the last second and moves Smith into the corner. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: 1.....................2....................3...................4.............

Both men break the hold. While Smith's arms are in the air, Fairchild raises his arms as he steps back towards the center of the ring. Smith carefully makes his way out of the corner and locks up with Fairchild. He quickly places AJ in a side headlock. The ref asks AJ if he wants to quit. AJ responds by shoving Smith off of him and into the ropes. When Smith comes back, he goes for a running shoulderblock. But AJ doesn't budge. Fairchild tauntingly brushes off his chest before telling Smith to do it again. Smith obliges as he runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for another running shoulderblock. But again, AJ doesn't get knocked down. Smith then looks AJ up and down before pointing to the rope, challenging him. Fairchild obliges as he runs into the ropes. When AJ comes back, he goes for a running shoulderblock of his own. But Smith doesn't budge either. Smith waves him on. AJ smirks before running back into the ropes. When AJ comes back, Smith knocks him down with a back elbow to the face.

AJ gets up, but Smith knocks him down with a punch to the face. The crowd cheers. AJ gets back up, only to get knocked back down by another punch to the face. The crowd cheers. As AJ gets up, Smith runs at him and goes for a clothesline. But Fairchild ducks, sending Smith into the ropes. When Smith comes back, Fairchild throws him down with a mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. Smith gets back up, but AJ throws him down with another mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Smith gets back up, Fairchild grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Smith comes back, AJ nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Smith is doubled over, AJ grabs him and takes him down with a hesitation swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as AJ makes the cover.

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Clement: A.J. gets a two count for the first near fall of the match. One of these men will be going on to face The Phantom. You have to wonder which man The Phantom would prefer.

Grayson: He'd prefer this match to end in a draw double count out or double disqualification so he can get a bye to the finals!

AJ picks up Smith, brings him into the corner, and lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Smith and goes for an irish whip. But Smith reverses, sending Fairchild into the opposite corner. Smith charges into the corner, but Fairchild leans back and gives him a boot to the face. As Smith stumbles back, Fairchild comes from out of the corner and goes for the Metta World Elbow. But Smith ducks. When Smith turns around, Fairchild nails him with a pele kick, knocking him down to cheers form the crowd. With Smith down in position, Fairchild runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and goes for a lionsault. Smith rolls out of the way. But Fairchild lands safely on his feet. After regaining his balance, Fairchild goes over to Smith and throws out a kick to the gut. After Smith catches his foot, Fairchild goes for an enziguiri. But Smith blocks it. He then reaches down, hooks his arms around both of AJ's legs and leans back, catapulting Fairchild into the corner. The crowd cheers. After AJ connects with the corner and stumbles back, Smith grabs him from behind and drops him down with a reverse DDT. The crowd cheers as Smith makes the cover.

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Clement: Now Mike Smith gets a near fall. Both of these men have a lot riding on the line. A spot in the semifinals is on the line. But so is pride. Both of these men are undefeated. Neither man wants to walk out of here with their first loss, especially during a situation where a Heavyweight Championship Match is on the line. It would be gutting.

Grayson: It would. But that's why this is the most intriguing match of the opening round. Two of the hottest men in FGA pitted against each other right from the get go. And only one can advance.

Smith picks up Fairchild, grabs him from the side and takes him down with a russian leg sweep. Smith rolls over and makes the cover.

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Smith picks up AJ, kicks him in the midsection and follows up with a snap suplex. Smith floats over and hooks the leg.

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Smith picks up AJ and whips him into the ropes. When AJ comes back, Smith bends over to set up a back body drop. Fairchild counters with a sunset flip. But Smith rolls through it and connects with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers. Smith then picks up a groggy AJ and goes for an irish whip. But AJ reverses, sending Smith into the ropes. When Smith comes back, AJ bends over to set up a back body drop of his own. But Smith counters by hooking both arms, lifting him up and delivering a double underhook suplex. The crowd cheers while AJ arches his back in pain. Smith then picks up AJ and whips him hard into the corner. As AJ stumbles out holding his back, Smith scoops him up, swings and slams him down with Wonderstuck. Smith then gets up and points to the ropes. The crowd cheers. So Smith runs forward, hops onto the middle rope and backflips, connecting with the Stare in Wonder to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg as the ref starts the count.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, MIKE SMITH!

“Fear Of A Blank Planet” plays as Mike Smith gets his arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd. he then steps through the ropes and raises his arms on the outside to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And after such a hot start, A.J. Fairchild suffers defeat at the hands of "The Wonderboy". Mike Smith advances to the semifinals of the New Frontiers Invitational where he'll take on The Phantom.

Grayson: Only one of these two could advance. Mike Smith was just the better of the two tonight. But next he faces The Phantom, a man who has repeatedly shown just how ruthless he can be in the ring. The Wonderboy is going to have to work wonders to advance past The Phantom!

[FADE OUT]

[FGA Office]

“Let's See Action" by The Who starts playing throughout the arena until Roger Daltrey's vocal booms forth. Suddenly, a man appears at the top of the aisle. He poses with his right fist raised to the skies. The fans in the front row are jumping up and down in disbelief. But disbelief in a good way. Meanwhile, the rest of the crowd is cheering, whistling and screaming at the top of their lungs with excitement.

Grayson: No. No, this can't be him! He left!

Clement: It's him! It's Blaine Harrison! Blaine's back! Blaine's back! BLAINE'S BACK!

Three seconds later, the man lifts his head up. It's Chandler Scott, with a Cheshire cat-like grin across his face.

Clement: Oh no.

Grayson: AH HA HA! That was great! He had all of you fooled, didn't he?

Clement: There was no need for this. He didn't need to rub salt in everyone's wounds.

The fans in the front row progressively get more and more dissapointed as each row figures out that this isn't Blaine. But it's Chandler Scott in Blaine's get up. Chandler has his hair slick back with a v-neck white tee and a leather jacket. Around his waist is his newly won FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. The members of the front row look on with disgust at Chandler antics. Some even shake their head at him. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler enters through the ropes and calls for a mic. Once he's handed a mic, Chandlers begins........

Chandler: Aaaaaaaaaaw!

(He smirks as he looks around at the disapproving fans.)

Chandler: Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

(Chandler now snickers over his trickery. The crowd continues to boo.)

Chandler: Aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww!

(Chandler now cackles like a wild hyena to a downpour of boos. He slaps his leg with laughter as a 'Chandler Sucks' chant begins to make its way throughout the crowd.)

Chandler: I'm sorry. Were you expecting someone else? Were you hoping and praying that someone else was going to walk down that aisle? Well if you were looking for an overhyped, overrated coward to step through those curtains, then sorry to disappoint. But never fear, your FGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION is here!

(Crowd boos as Chandler takes the championship from around his waist and raises his newly won belt.)

Chandler: I don't want to come out here and tell you people that I told you so. But, I told you so! Did you honestly think that Blaine Harrison could beat me? Did you honestly think that Blaine was talented enough to beat me? Well, after Above & Beyond, I think I've proved a bunch of things. Number one, I proved that Blaine didn't have the talent to beat me. Number two, I proved that you people placed all your faith in a coward. And number three, I proved that Blaine didn't have the guts to stick around and try to take this belt back from me. At least Michael Tomkins, for as worthless as he was, had the good sense to use his rematch clause. But Blaine? Oooooh nooooooooo. Blaine didn't want to use his rematch clause. In fact, he couldn't wait to take the first bus out of town after I exposed him to the entire world for the FRAUD that he is! Blaine didn't have it between the legs to stick around. He'd rather go elsewhere. He'd rather go to places where his sorry self didn't have competition like Chandler Scott blocking his path. He didn't leave to explore other options. The coward left to go and take easier paths to the top. And here he was, parading himself around as the man of the people. And here was this company, trotting him out as the white knight. And here you all were, eating out of the palm of his hand and thinking that he actually cared about you. Blaine Harrison, Mr. FGA? What a load of crap!

(Chandler wags his finger in shame as the crowd continues to voice their displeasure with him.)

Chandler: Blaine Harrison never cared about you. Blaine Harrison never bled for this company. He never shed tears for this company. He never broke his back for this company. Blaine Harrison only cared about Blaine Harrison. He was only out for himself. And he used you people. He used you people because you were gullible. After Tomkins turned his back on you, all of you sheep and everyone in the headquarters was so desperate for someone to save the day. For someone to put your faith back in. And guess who swooped in? Blaine Harrison, with his slick back hair, his pearly whites and his movie star charm. He even brought along his environmentally friendly Prius, too. And he charmed the pants right off of all of you, just like he charmed the money right out of your hands and into his pockets. And once he got through using you people, he hit the bricks without so much as a goodbye. In fact, he couldn't wait to leave this company so he could go back to the crumbling confines of Peach State Wrestling. That's right, Peach State. The same company that he "proudly" represented FGA against barely a month ago at Collision. This guy leaves here and then wins their championship the very next day. Just like that! Coincidence? I think not! You people are pretty ignorant, but you're not that stupid. Blaine Harrison, fighting for FGA's honor? What a hell of a guy!

(Chandler gives him a disinterested golf clap as the crowd continues to boo.)

Chandler: You people stood up and gave that coward a standing ovation, as if a legend retired right before your very eyes. Wrestlers and employees came out from the back and gave their condolences, as if someone actually died. Now while no one died, Blaine's FGA career damn sure did. And it was all at my hands! So Blainey Boo, wherever you are right now. I'm sure you're back home on the coasts on Santa Barbara with a Cosmo in one hand, an Apple Martini in the other, and the best of Keeping Up with the Kardashians on the TV. But when you see this, I want you to listen up and listen good. Don't try and sneak back in through the back door. Don't come groveling back here when all else inevitably fails. Because you see, as long as I'm here and as long as I'm champion, there is no way in hell you will ever come close to winning this belt again. That is, unless you want to be embarrassed some more. And as much of a jerk I am, even I don't believe in cruel and unusual punishment.

(The crowd boos while Chandler smiles from ear to ear. A 'Blaine' chant starts up. But Chandler just shakes his head.)

Chandler: You people can chant his name until you're blue in the face. He's never coming back here. He simply doesn't have the heart to!

(The crowd dumps another bucket of boos upon Chandler. But Chandler just brushes it off.)

Chandler: But back to you people. Blaine Harrison never gave a damn about any of you. Well, I've got some more bad news for you. I don't give a damn about you ingrates, either!

(The crowd boos)

Chandler: With that being said, I deserve the same respect and the same adulation that you showed that bastard. I deserve my standing ovation. I deserve everyone emptying that locker room RIGHT NOW to shake my hand. I'm the FGA Heavyweight Champion! Show me my respect!

(The crowd boos. A 'Chandler Sucks' chant starts back up.)

Chandler: I've been here since virtually the beginning. I didn't ride the fence and talk out of both sides of my mouth like that lying fraud, Blaine Harrison. I never lost my smile like Jared James did. I never went into a drunken stooper like Micky O'Reilly. I never quit when the going got tough like Michael Tomkins. I wasn't all hype like Jacques Mercier. I wasn't lightning in a bottle like Scott Reave. And I didn't stay down after getting punched in the mouth like Sean Fallon. I'm Chandler Scott, the varsity villain, the straight a stud, and the best thing to ever happen to this company! Now SHOW ME MY RESPECT!

(It is with that that Nero’s “Guilt” throughout the arena, much to the annoyance of Chander Scott. Jared James makes his way out from the back to cheers from the crowd, before pulling out a microphone. He slowly begins walking towards the ring, a slight smirk spread across his face as he looks at the FGA Heavyweight Champion in disgust.)

James: You just do not get it Scott, do you? You sit here and preach about how you stand out amongst the rest of the “has-beens” or “losers” that have walked through FRONTIER during your tenure with this company. You sit here and moan and groan about how you, of all those who have come through FGA, have always been the most stable figure in FRONTIER. And you know what, that may all have been true. You may have, up until this point in time, been the epitome of consistency in this company. But for you to think that that little fact entitles you to any sort of respect, well then perhaps you aren’t as smart as your Harvard education suggests!

(The crowd cheers as Scott continues to look annoyed by James’s presence.)

James: Because if you were really as smart as you seem to think you are, you would come to the realization that your disrespectful comments towards your colleagues, and to the fans, give everybody around you the okay to show you that same lack of respect.

(At this point James has made his way to the ring. He rolls on into the ring, picks himself up and stands directly across from his foe.)

James: Now don’t get it twisted Chandler. I am fully aware that I, over the course of the past year, have done plenty to make myself untrustworthy and the punch line of bad jokes. But you see Chandler, that is the difference between you and I. I understand why people may not respect me. I understand, as a self-aware individual, that I have to work twice as hard to restore my reputation and provide the FGA community a reason to trust me again. And, in addition to all of this, I completely understand what I have to do in order to restore the connection that I once had with the fans and reestablish myself as one of the top competitors in all of the business.

(James slowly turns away from Chandler Scott, facing out towards the fans while leaning on the top rope in the opposite corner to Scott.)

James: And the best way to do all of, to show the fans that I truly do look out for them and want to compete in this business with integrity and honor... well, the best way is to take out the only person in this promotion who has a shittier reputation than I do here in FGA…

(James turns back around, looking his counterpart directly in the eyes.)

James: You. Yes Chandler Scott, as you may have already figured out, the best way for me to complete my transformation is to vanquish you and reign over FRONTIER as the FGA Heavyweight Champion. On October 19th, the good people here in FRONTIER will be finally saved form you and your bullying. That is the night I get my shot against you for that FGA Heavyweight Championship. And Chandler, you better believe that I'm not walking out of that ring empty handed.

Jared throws down the mic as "Guilt" blasts over the PA. he steps out of the ring with a smile on his face as Chandler look on with shock and awe. Jared then turns to the crowd and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the face. He then turns back to Chandler and moves his hands back and forth around his waist, motioning that the belt is coming to him.