Erie DVD Taping (12.1.12)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
The Phantom vs. Tony Edison

The bell sounds as Phantom attacks Edison from behind, hammering away with a series of clubbing shots to the back. He then picks up Edison, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Edison around, Phantom unleashes a series of elbow strikes to boos from the crowd. He then brings Edison from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Phantom goes for a clothesline. But Edison ducks and runs into the ropes. When Phantom turns around, Edison takes him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd.

As Phantom gets back up, Edison throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. The Phantom gets back up, but Edison throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Phantom gets up, Edison grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Phantom reverses, sending Edison into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Phantom goes for another clothesline. But Edison ducks. When Phantom turns around, Edison connects with the Story Cut Short. The crowd cheers. While Phantom is dazed, Edison gets up, kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a DDT. He then gets up and points to the top rope. The crowd cheers. So Edison steps through the ropes, springboards onto the top turnbuckle and flips off, connecting with the End Game to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Erie DVD Taping
12.01.12
Bayfront Convention Center
Erie, PA

Kevin Clement: Welcome fans to this latest presentation by Frontier Grappling Arts. We're coming to you from The Bayfront Convention Center in Erie, Pennsylvania. I'm Kevin Clement. And joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. We are merely four weeks away from Final Frontier, the final show of the year. We've heard several names being thrown around backstage. We've heard about all the possible matchups. But I expect to see a lot of peices of the Final Frontier puzzle being put together tonight.

Evan Grayson: Exactly. With nearly four weeks left, there's no more time to spare. A lot of the battle lines will be drawn tonight. Will Ben Hanson accept the challenge of Chandler Scott? What does Pat Gordon, Jr have in store for Ryu Kanata? Will we see another confrontation between Jack Owyns and Alistair Mangold tonight? And just who will A.J. Fairchild be defending his FGA Heavyweight Championship against at Final Frontier?

"Fall" by M83 plays over the venue's sound system, and emerging from the back stage area is A.J. Fairchild. The fans are cheering excitedly as Fairchild takes his time walking down the entrance ramp. He makes his way down to the ring slowly, his eyes dead set on the ring.

Clement: I guess we're going to find out right now....

The fans seated along the entrance ramp area, make the bowing down motion as A.J. strolls pass them. Nearing the end of the exit ramp, A.J. lifts a fist into the air, pumping it a couple of times before darting towards the ring apron. Hopping onto the ring apron, A.J. wipes his boots on the mat, and turns to look at all of the fans in attendance, with a small smirk on his face he grabs the ring ropes and lunges himself over and into the ring. He's handed a mic from Manny Cruz. Once he's ready, he begins to speak....

A.J. Fairchild: "Last week, a good friend of mine challenged me to a match for my title at Final Frontier. That man was none other than Ryan Kidd."

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Kidd's name. Fairchild smiles as he nods his head.)

A.J. Fairchild: "And on paper, another match between me and him would be great. But should he be the next in line for a title shot? Does he deserve a shot at my title the most?"

(Fairchild smiles as the crowd chants "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!)

A.J. Fairchild: "Well let's take a look at some of the other possible contenders. There's Pat Gordon, Jr."

(The crowd cheers)

A.J. Fairchild: "He's not bad. He's not bad at all. Pat, I've been in the ring with you before. I know what you can do. But most importantly, I've beaten you. And not to sound like a jerk, but I don't think you're quite at the level yet to challenge me for this belt."

"Then there's Ryu Kanata...."

(Fairchild shakes his head as the crowd boos)

A.J. Fairchild: "Everyone knows your reputation. We all know what you're capable of. You nearly destroyed my friend's career nearly two weeks ago in that No Holds Barred match. But while I can respect your skill, I don't respect you as a wrestler, Ryu. Since you've come here, all you done is cheap shot people, attack people from behind and try to injure them. That's not somebody that deserves my respect. And that's certainly not someone that deserves a shot at my Heavyweight Championship."

"And then there's you, Chandler."

(Fairchild laughs as the crowd really lets Chandler have it with the boos.)

A.J. Fairchild: Chandler, Chandler, Chandler. And they call Jack Owyns a whiner? You make that guy look like a saint. Ever since the One Year Anniversary Show, all I've heard you do is whine and cry and bitch and moan and complain about how you lost the title. You were screwed. You were cheated. It was a conspiracy. Everyone was against you. You keep coming up with all these excuses and yet you've failed to even get one of them right. Chandler, you didn't lose this match because everone was out to get you. You lost that match because I kicked your ass!"

(The crowd cheers as Fairchild nods in agreement.)

A.J. Fairchild: "The better man won then. And the better man would win again. And because you've sent your boyfriend Preston after me, I'm going to beat him, too! But Chandler, as far as I'm concerned, you don't deserve a title shot, either. All you've done is act like a spoiled brat that had his favorite toy taken from him. So why don't you go do everyone a favor and go earn yourself another title shot!"

(The crowd cheers as Fairchild smiles)

A.J. Fairchild: "So I guess that brings us back to square one, doesn't it Ryan? Me and you once again? I like the sound of it, Ryan. And there's no one that I'd rather defend this belt against than you at Final Frontier. So as far as I'm concerned, it's game on."

(The crowd cheers at the announcement. Applause can be heard throughout the crowd as well.)

A.J. Fairchild: "But while I'm excited to fight you again, Ryan, I do have one slight problem. You said a couple of weeks back that I beat you at Fear Itself after we each wrestled two matches and didn't train solely for each other. I know you said that you didn't mean to imply anything negative by that. But let me just say this. Whether we had wrestled two matches prior or two hundred, the better amn won that night, Ryan. And at Final Frontier, the better man will win once again."

Fairchild drops the mic. He then raises his Heavyweight Championship in the air to cheers from the crowd. "Fall" by M83 plays as Fairchild heads out of the ring and makes his way back up the aisle.....

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

“The Renascence” Jacques Mercier vs. Alistair Mangold

The lights cut to black as “No Church in the Wild” by Jay-Z and Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean begins to play. The lights begin to flash and at the 24 second mark, Jacques Mercier comes out with a huge grin on his face. He stops at the top of the stage, soaking in the atmosphere, before nodding his head and walking towards the ring.

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 230 pounds..... he is “The Renascence” JACQUES MERCIER!

He doesn’t bother using the stairs, preferring to just slide into the ring. He walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it to another ovation before climbing down and waiting for his opponent.

Alistair Mangold let's the opening riff play, the rushes on the ramp when the singing starts. He walks to the ring with his typical smile and right hand raised in the air.

Cruz: And his opponent.... from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 280 pounds.... he is “The God Among Men”, ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

In the ring, he gets on the top turnbuckle and sings the "It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n' roll" part before he throws his golden cape to the crowd during the solo part. As he gets down from the turnbuckle, the song fades.

Clement: Alistair Mangold was unsuccessful in his first FGA match as he suffered a loss to Chris Q. But despite the loss, he certainly got the attention of Jack Owyns.

Grayson: And he got that attention by sticking his nose in another man's business. He wasn't even on Owyns' radar. But now he is. And for Mangold, that's not a good thing at all.

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They lock up. Mangold quickly gains advantage and places Jacques in a side headlock. But after three forearm strikes to the side, Jacques shove Mangold off of him and into the ropes. When Mangold comes back, Jacques leap frogs over him. Mangold continues to run into the ropes. When Mangold comes back, Jacques for for a hip toss. But Mangold blocks it. So Jacques for another another attempt at the hip toss. But again, Mangold blocks it. Mangold then goes for a lariat. But Jacques ducks, grabs Mangold from behind, hooks one of his arms and takes him down with a half nelson facebuster. The crowd cheers as Jacques rolls him over and makes the cover.

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Jacques looks at Mangold in shock over the man's display of power. But as Mangold begins to get back up, Jacques snaps out of it before running into the ropes. When he comes back, Mangold goes for a clothesline. But Jacques ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, he slides through Mangold's legs. When Mangold turns around, Jacques goes for a kick to the midsection. Mangold catches his foot. But Jacques counters with an enzuguiri that knocks him down on all fours. Jacques then rolls up Mangold with an Oklahoma Roll.

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Clement: Jacques Mercier has been on the offensive early and often. He knows how close he was to beating John Raide last time out. He doesn't want to fall into the same trap that he did last time.

Grayson: If he doesn't want to fall into the same trap as last time, then he'd actually have to dedicate himself to wrestling. That's something that he's clearly been unable to do thus far in either of his FGA tenures.

As both men get up, Jacques hammers away with a series of stiff forearm strikes to the midsection. But Mangold responds by shoving Jacques down to the canvas. Jacques rolls right back up to his feet, runs over and hammers away with a series of right hands to the face. But again, Mangold shoves Jacques down to the canvas. After Jacques rolls back up to his feet, he charges towards Mangold. But Mangold knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd.

Mangold stands over Jacques, reaches down, grabs Jacques by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. While Mangold has Jacques by the neck, Jacques breaks free with a bell clap to the ears. While Mangold holds his ears in pain, Jacques runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Mangold nails him with a running lariat that turns him inside out. The crowd cheers. He reaches down, picks up Jacques and whips him into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Mangold catches him in mid air. He then walks around the ring holding Jacques as he shakes his head in shame. Once he's done showing off, he throws Jacques down with a fallaway slam. The crowd cheers. Mangold then makes his way across the ring, picks up Jacques, grabs him form the side and delivers a gutwrench overhead toss, sending Jacques halfway across the ring. The crowd cheers. But Mangold isn't done. He walks over, stands over Jacques' back, reaches down, grabs a hold of him and delivers a deadlift german suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a display of strength by Alistair Mangold. There's that saying about throwing your opponent around the ring like a rag doll. But this tank of a man is really throwing Jacques around with ease.

Grayson: Mangold is scary strong, Kev.

As Mangold goes to pick up Jacques, Jacques nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But Jacques' comeback is stopped with a knee strike to the midsection. While Jacques is doubled over, Mangold scoops him up from the side onto his back and delivers a torture rack backbreaker. The crowd cheers as Jacques bounces off of Mangold's back and lands on the canvas. He can be seen cringing while he arches his back in pain. Mangold gets back up to his feet and motions that the match is over. He picks up Jacques, kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up onto his shoulders and then throws him down with Back to the Bottom. The crowd cheers while the ref starts the count.

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"It's a Long Way To The Top If You Wanna Rock n Roll" hits to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

Mangold gets to his feet and gets his arm raised by the ref. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Alistair Mangold picks up his first win in FGA with a victory over Jacques Mercier.

Grayson: Chris Q was the better man last week. But Alistair Mangold proved that he was too much for Jacques Mercier to handle. And it's quite ironic that Mangold finished the match with Back to the Bottom. Because that's exactly where Jacques Mercier is headed at this rate....

[FGA Office]

(Akrista O’Hare is seen backstage pulling her wrestling gear out of her bag. Judging by the look on her face, she seems extremely focused. There is a knock from the doorway as Akrista shoots her attention towards the sound. Not waiting for an invitation, Chris Q enters the locker room with a brown paper bag tucked under his arm. Akrista naturally gets into a fighting stance, not taking her eyes off of Chris for a second. Chris Q puts his hand up in an attempt to defuse a potential altercation.)

Chris Q: Hey, hey! Calm down…are you the “Suicide Girl?”

Akrista O’Hare: What the hell do you want?

Chris Q: It’s you and me in the ring tonight. I want to see what you’re all about…

Akrista O’Hare: I’m getting ready to kick your ass and earn my first victory in FGA, what about you?

(Chris laughs a bit and shakes his head.)

Chris Q: I kinda like you. Too bad I’m going to have to put my hands around your throat and choke the life out of you in a little while.

Akrista O’Hare: I’m ready…

Chris Q: You better be, because things are about the get very serious for you.

Akrista O’Hare: You want the beating to start early?! Stick around! Otherwise get your ass out of here and wait your turn like a good boy!

(With those words, Akrista drops into a ready stance, fire in her eyes and a scowl on her lips. Chris laughs and shakes his head again, before whipping the brown bag across the room. The girl dodges out of the way, and the sound of breaking glass echoes through the room as the bottle smashes into the wall behind Akrista.)

Chris Q: STUPID FUCKING BITCH! You'll get yours, don't worry.

(After shielding herself from the shattering glass, Akrista instantly takes action after hearing what Chris Q has just called her. She turns her attention back towards Chris, ready to strike, but he has already slipped out the doorway he entered. Akrista is fuming as the scene fades to black.)

[FGA Office]

"Chariots of Fire" cues the entrance of Pat Gordon, Jr. He comes out from the back, wearing an FGA t-shirt and blue jeans instead of his normal ring gear. He has an "I mean business" expression on his face and a microphone in his hand. With his other hand, he high fives a few fans on the way to the ring.

The Southie Scrapper scales the ring steps and steps into the ring.

PGJR: "I came out here today, in front of you all here in Erie, PA, to talk about what makes FGA great. And that is one word. 'Opportunity.'

"You see, FGA is willing to give ANYONE an opportunity to succeed, and it's up to each and every one of us to make the most of it. That's what happened at Fear Itself. Eight of us entered the New Frontiers Cup with an OPPORTUNITY to earn a shot at Chandler Scott and the FGA Heavyweight Title. Ryu Kanata was unable to make the most of that opportunity. And so was I."

(The Boston Bruiser pauses and rubs his chin.)

PGJR: "But we each had another opportunity the very next night. We had the opportunity to win UWL gold, and it was because of FGA's participation in the UWL that we had that chance. But once again, both Ryu Kanata and I came up empty.

(Pat Gordon, Jr. smiles.)

PGJR: "But that's not where the opportunities end. No. I had the opportunity on November fourth to work through my frustrations with Kevin Hardaway in a Chivalry Is Dead Match. And I took THAT opportunity, and we stole the show at FRONTIER vs FGA!

"Opportunity is the reason that A.J. Fairchild, a guy who's been wrestling a year, maybe less, is the FGA Heavyweight Champion. It's up to us to make the most of it when we get opportunities, not to get sour grapes when someone does what we fail to do. Sure, I could have attacked Fairchild after he eliminated me from the New Frontiers Cup, the way you attacked Ryan Kidd at FRONTIER vs FGA and tried to do two weeks ago. I could have made sure he had NO CHANCE to beat Chandler Scott for the Heavyweight Title. But he earned it. And he's proven he deserves to be FGA Heavyweight Champion just like Ryan Kidd has proven he deserves to be the UWL International Champion."

(Pat Gordon, Jr's expression quickly turned into a scowl.)

PGJR:"And Kanata, it's bad enough you've been a spoiled sport about Ryan Kidd. It's bad enough you've been sneak attacking him. But two weeks ago you got me when my back was turned AND I had a concussion! You saw an opportunity and you took it. So now I'M taking THIS opportunity to challenge you! You against me, one on one, in a match of YOUR choice at FINAL FRONTIER!"

"So how about it, Kanata? Do you have the guts to stand toe-to-toe with me in a fair fight, or is it gonna be more of your cowardly sneak attacks?"

Pat Gordon, Jr. drops the mic and leaves the ring, giving high fives to fans as he heads backstage.

[FGA Office]

(( Chandler Scott can be seen standing by backstage in front of the FGA backdrop. ))

Chandler: I don't know what's more surprising. The fact that I've been passed over for a title shot, despite the fact that I have a rematch clause that I've yet to exercise.... or the fact that "No Heart" Ben Hanson has yet to accept my chellenge. And here you people were thinking that I was the coward. Heh, well, you people have thought a buncht of dumb things before, right?

(Chandler cackles)

Chandler: Ben, you are like an itch that I can't get rid of. You're a thorn that I desperately need to yank from out of my side. What you are, Ben, is a pest. For months, you ran away from me, hiding behind overhyped wrestlers like Jacques Mercier and Michael Tomkins instead of giving me my rightful championship match. Sort of like how A.J. Fairchild is doing right now. Instead of giving me my rightful championship match, you complained about how I had to "earn" my shot. Sort of, again, similar to how A.J. Fairchild is doing right now. And then when I finally got you in my sights, I did what I do seemingly every time you and I are in the same ring: I DOMINATED you.

But I didn't just beat you in the ring. And I didn't just stop with taking your belt because that would have been me letting you off easy. No, I sent you packing with your tail tucked between your legs. And man was it awesome!

(Chandler snickers over his feat)

Chandler: But even after I beat you senseless and took your title from you, I still couldn't shake your presence. Everywhere I went, it was "Blaine this, Blaine that". Every time I went to the company's website, there was someone else, be it from someone in the front office or on the roster, sucking up to you and thanking you for everything you did. Well I'm sorry, but a guy quitting a fed after he got his title taken from him isn't deserving of praise or adulation or tribute DVDs. Where I come from, those type of guys get blacklisted and are never allowed back through the front door.

But not you, right Ben? Somehow you're the exception to the rule. Somehow, everyone gets to overlook your evil deeds. For some reason, everyone ignores the fact that you're the biggest hypocrite this company has ever seen. But I think I know why. It's partially because you defeated Michael Tomkins, this company's first ever champion. He was a man that those sheep in the crowd intially rallied around. That is until he turned his back on them and told them exactly where they could go. Then enter Blaine Harrison, FGA's knight in shining armor. And after you defeated that "dastardly" Tomkins, people began to act as if you were the second coming. The other reason people tend to overlook your BS is because you're a charming S.O.B. The puppy dog eyes. The dimples. The hipster attire. The humor. You're the cool cat that all of these males in the crowd hope to be. And the women? Well you're just the perfect man to take home to Mom..... that is, if you like your men to be highly effiminate.

(Chandler snickers)

Chandler: Ben, back at Above & Beyond, I exposed you for exactly what you are. Should your balls finally drop between now and December 28, I'll expose you once again for all the doubters out there. I'll expose you for all the new people that have come into this company thinking that you were some type of hero when you're anything but. Ben, it is going to be my pleasure to break you down and beat you in the middle of that ring once last time.

And should you fail to answer my challenge then I'll gladly go to either of the other two places that you've run into the ground and finish the job done there. It doesn't matter if we're in New Jersey, Georgia or anywhere else. When I get my hands around that pencil neck of yours, I won't let go. This is no longer about pinfalls. This is no longer about submissions. It's about me putting you out of my life for good. And trust me, I will.......

[FGA Office]

"The Villain" Jack Owyns vs. "Old School" Jake Winchester

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...... from Syracuse, New York, weighing in at 245 pounds..... "Old School" JAKE WINCHESTER!

Clement: Jake Winchester heads to the ring for his debut match here in FGA. But he's by no means new to this business. Winchester has been in this business for nearly a decade, as you can tell by the nickname. He's been around the block. He's seen them come. He's seen them go. He says he's seen the Jack Owyns types throughout his travels. And he knows exactly how to deal with the "whiners" of the world.

Cruz: And his opponent..... from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 245 pounds.... JACK 'THE VILLAIN" OWYNS!

Clement: Jack Owyns has been crying to anyone that will listen that he deserves to be treated better than he has been. But Owyns must have forgotten that if he wants to get to the top of FGA, he's going to have to win more than one match.

Grayson: And that's exactly the attitude that ticks Owyns off. You just dismiss his past accolades as if they're nothing. This man is a bona fide Hall of Famer and you're treating him like some afterthought.

Clement: No one discredits Jack's accolades. But those awards and those titles were not won here in FGA. So he's not going to get everything handed to him on a platter just because he was a big deal elsewhere.

The bell sounds as Owyns and Winchester make their way to the center of the ring. After exchanging cold glances, Winchester extends his hand. Owyns smirks at the notion of a handshake and smacks Winchester's hand away from him to boos from the crowd. Winchester just shakes his head in shame as he backs away.

Clement: Jake Winchester trying to still show Owyns some respect despite all that Owyns has said about him. Owyns, of course, shows how classless he is.

The two men then circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Winchester moves Owyns into the corner. The ref makes his way over and tells both men to break it up by the count of five.

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Both men slowly let go. Winchester makes the clean break, keeping his hands in the air as he backs up towards the center of the ring. Owyns makes his way from out of the corner and locks up with Winchester. After jockeying for position, Winchester places Owyns in a side headlock. The ref asks Owyns if he wants to give up. Owyns responds by shoving Winchester off of him and into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Owyns goes for a running shoulderblock. But Winchester barely budges. After looking Winchester up and down, Owyns runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and goes for another running shoulderblock. This time he connects and knocks Winchester down. But Winchester rolls right back up, gets up to his feet and immediately gets in Owyns' face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jake Winchester not backing down from Jack Owyns one bit.

Grayson: Who does he think he is trying to show up Owyns?

Owyns looks to his left and his right and sees the fans cheering Winchester. He then looks straight ahead and Winchester and sneers. He then points to the ropes, challenging Winchester to try and knock him down. Winchester smirks before running into the ropes. When he comes back, Owyns goes for a running clothesline. But Winchester ducks, sending Owyns into the ropes.

Clement: .... Jake was too savvy to fall for that....

When Owyns comes back, Winchester throws him down with a japanese armdrag to cheers from the crowd. Owyns gets back up, but Winchester throws him back down with another japanese armdrag. The crowd cheers. As Owyns gets back up, Winchester applies another side headlock. But Owyns shoves him off and into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, he knocks down Owyns with a running shoulderblock of his own to cheers form the crowd. Winchester then runs into the ropes as Owyns gets up to his feet. When Winchester comes back, he knocks down Owyns with another running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. Winchester then runs back into the ropes as Owyns turns over and gets up to his feet. When Winchester comes back, Owyns steps to the side, grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos as Owyns turns and raises his arms in the air.

But the boos soon turn to cheers as Winchester gets back to his feet, reaches through the ropes, grabs Owyns by the ankles and yanks him down face-first to the canvas. He then drags Owyns to the outside before slamming his head against the apron. Owyns proceeds to stumble around ringside. He then stops, turns and tries to sucker punch Winchester. But Winchester blocks the punch and counters with one of his own, knocking Owyns down. He then picks up Owyns and slams his head against the barricade. After turning Owyns around, Winchester delivers a series of openhanded chops to the chest that echo throughout the building. He then grabs Owyns by the arm, pulls him away from the barricade and then goes for an irish whip. But Owyns reverses, sending Winchester into the barricade. The members of the front row step back as Winchester arches his back upon impact. Owyns takes advantage by running forward and clotheslining Winchester over the barricade and into the crowd. The crowd boos as Owyns rolls back in, gets to his feet and motions for the ref to count him out.

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As Winchester climbs up onto the apron, Owyns meets him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs Winchester by the head, walks over towards the corner and tries to slam his head into the ring post. But Winchester puts his hands out, blocking the move. He then swats Owyns's arm off of him, grabs him by the head and slams his head into the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. As Owyns stumbles back, Winchester tries to step through the ropes. But Owyns goes over and kicks up the middle role, deliberately hitting Winchester between the legs with it. The crowd boos as Winchester falls into the ring. Owyns immediately grabs him by the ankle and drags him away from the ropes. He then rolls across Winchester and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Clement: Blatant cheapshot there from Owyns. Thankfully, it only gets two.

Grayson: Owyns refusing to shake hands with Jake should have told you that he wasn't for pleasantries and playing fair.

Owyns picks up Winchester and rakes him across the eyes, sending him stumbling into the ropes. After heading across the ring and nailing Winchester with a punch to the midsection, Owyns grabs a hold of him and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Owyns nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending Winchester flipping down to the canvas. The crowd boos. Winchester tries to get up, but Owyns meets him with a barrage of double ax handle smashes to the back. He then picks up Winchester and whips him into the corner. Owyns charges into the corner. But Winchester leans back and nails him with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back. While Owyns is dazed, Winchester charges from out of the corner and knocks him down with a running jumping knee strike to the head. The crowd cheers as Winchester drops down and makes the cover.

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Winchester picks up Owyns and goes for an irish whip. But Owyns reverses, sending Winchester into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Owyns bends over to set up a back body drop. But Winchester stops, drops and connects with an uppercut to the face. The crowd cheers. After Winchester gets up, he takes Owyns, turns him around and whips him into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Winchester throws him down with a belly to belly side suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Winchester picks up Owyns, only to nail him with a knee strike to the midsection. While Owyns is doubled over, Winchester runs into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, he takes Owyns down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another pin attempt by Jake Winchester. But it only gets two as Jack Owyns gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: You can't keep a good man down, can you?

Clement: He's lost twice already. And if this match keeps going the way that it is, it's about to be three times.

Winchester begins to wave his arms up and down, trying to keep the crowd hyped. He then picks up Owyns and nails him with a right hand that sends him stumbling into the ropes After heading over to the ropes, Winchester grabs Owyns and whips him into the the opposite ropes. When Owyns comes back, Winchester scoops him up across his back and falls back, delivering a samoan drop. The crowd cheers. Winchester reaches back and hooks the leg.

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Clement: Jack Owyns is showing a lot of fight out there. Moreso than I thought he had in him.

Grayson: Like I said before, Jack Owyns is much better than any of you give him credit for. He's been saying it all along. But instead, you overlook him for people like Akrista O'Hare, Scotty Richter, Alistair Mangold and a bunch of other nobodies.

He then picks up Owyns and whips him into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Winchester goes for a clothesline. But Owyns ducks. When Winchester turns around, Owyns goes for Bad Meets Evil. But Winchester catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. He then spins Owyns around. When Owyns comes back, Winchester knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Owyns and whips him into the corner. Winchester runs, jumps and goes for a stinger splash. But Owyns moves out of the way, causing Winchester to crash into the corner to boos from the crowd. As Winchester stumbles back, Owyns grabs him from behind and delivers a german suplex, sending Winchester flipping over his back. The crowd boos.

Clement: Jake Winchester nearly landed on the back of his neck from that big german suplex!

As Winchester struggles to get back up to his feet, Owyns runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he plants Winchester with a floating DDT. The crowd boos as he shoves Winchester over and makes the cover.

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Owyns picks up Winchester and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Owyns goes for a clothesline. But Winchester ducks and runs int the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Owyns goes for a back elbow to the face. But Winchester ducks and runs into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, he goes for a running clothesline. But Owyns ducks and runs into the ropes. When both men come back, Owyns goes for a running clothesline. But Winchester ducks. Both men then run into the the ropes. When they head back towards the center of the ring, they jump up and connect with a clothesline on each other, colliding in mid air and landing hard on the canvas.

Clement: Did you hear the impact from those clotheslines?

Grayson: They may have knocked the wind out of each other. They may have knocked each other out!

The ref then checks on Owyns, then Winchester. After looking back and forth, he starts his count.

Ref: 1......................2.......................3..........................4......................5...............

Clement: Neither man is moving, Evan.

Grayson: I think Owyns is about to roll over and get the pin.

Clement: He is not.

Ref:6.........................7............................8............................9.......................10.

The ref calls for the bell as the crowd whispers among themselves over the outcome.

Grayson: What just happened?

Clement: I don't know. The referee counted to ten. But neither man was able to get up.

Owyns and Winchester get back to their feet. They both look to the ref to try and find out what just happened.

Cruz: I have been informed by the referee that because both Jack Owyns and Jake Winchester failed to answer the 10 Count, this match has been declared a DRAW!

The crowd sighs with disappointment, followed by boos. Owyns stands there with his hands on his hips while Winchester walks over and kicks the bottom rope.

Grayson: A draw? Give them five more minutes. Owyns was about to beat Winchester, anyway.

Clement: He was not....

While shaking his head in disappointment, Winchester makes his way over to him. After the two stare each other down, Winchester extends his hand.

Grayson: Another attempt at a handshake? Didn't he learn from the last time?

Owyns looks down at the hand, then back up at Winchester. He sighs before reaching out and shaking Winchester's hand to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Well how about that?

Grayson: Color me shocked....

Owyns turns to walk away, only to turn back, yank Winchester over towards him and nail him with a knee below the belt. Winchester drops down to the canvas and holds himself in pain as the crowd boos.

Grayson: ......NOT!

Clement: C'mon Owyns! That wasn't even necessary!

Grayson: Of course it wasn't necessary. I bet it still felt good though. For Owyns at least. For Winchester, not so much!

Owyns then stands over Winchester and begins to berate him to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers once Alistair Mangold storms down to the ring. As Mangold climbs up onto the apron, Owyns steps away from Winchester. Mangold points directly at Owyns before making a breaking motion with his fists. The crowd cheers as Owyns eggs him on...

[FGA Office]

JANUARY 2013!

I RISE!

[FGA Office]

(Justice Young is backstage in front of an FGA backdrop when Ben Hanson walks into shot. He’s not wearing his usual smile; a scowl has taken it’s place and it does not look like it’s about to shift any time soon.)

Justice: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with former FGA Heavyweight Champion Ben Hanson. Ben, after the anniversary show Chandler Scott blamed you for his loss and, as we all know, has challenged you to a match on the 28th December at ‘Final Frontier’…

(Hanson shakes his head in frustration.)

Justice: You’ve stayed silent on the issue so far, but can we finally get your reaction?

Ben Hanson: It’s fairly simple, Justice. Chandler Scott can whine and cry, bitch and moan and blame me all he wants. Honestly, I expect nothing more from him. You see, back when he won that title from me, he took every opportunity he could to boast he would be a better champion. He took every chance he had to tell me, to tell the world that he’s a better wrestler, that he’ll be a better champion than I ever was…

(Ben rolls his eyes.)

Ben Hanson: When I was officiating that contest, he took every chance he had to rub my face in the fact that he was the champion. To taunt me … When I was growing up, learning to wrestle, I was taught that if I took my eye off my opponent, if I lost my concentration, then I had nobody to blame but myself for my failures … But I screwed Chandler Scott?

(There’s a pause as Hanson’s scowl fades, slowly but surely he begins to wear a smile.)

Ben Hanson: I didn’t screw Chandler Scott. And this is not the cliché, Chandler Scott did not screw Chandler Scott! At the anniversary, the better man won. Fair and square! He can cry foul that I shielded the injured man. He can whine about my taking the chair from him. But there is no denying one simple fact, AJ Fairchild was the better man on the night … And you, Chandler Scott, have the gall and the audacity to challenge me … You’re going to actually step up and be a man this time, after you ran off with your tail tucked between your legs at the GFC Tournament. You want me in a match, YOU GOT IT! One more time, I will step into an FGA ring, I will represent this damn fine promotion and I will do what I should have done months ago … I will beat you, Chandler Scott. I will break you, I will annihilate you … Then, when all is said and done, you can ring in the New Year by telling yourself one very simple truth. You have nobody to blame but yourself…

(Hanson smiles for the camera before handing the microphone back to Justice Young and walking off screen.)

[FGA Office]

Chris Q vs. Akrista O'Hare

Akrista comes out to the crunchy bass line of "Nice n Sleazy", wearing a gray trench coat over her ring attire, not through the main entrance, but moving amongst the fans. The lights have a gray filter, and a moderate amount of smoke fills the space. A look of cold determination on her face, she ignores everyone around her, despite the cheers.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 132 pounds..... she is the "Gray Angel", AKRISTA O'HARE!

Clement: Akrista O'Hare is making her FGA debut tonight. But don't think this young lady has a case of the jitters at all. She's studied up. She's fired up and she's ready to make a statement here tonight. Win, lose or draw, she plans on making every person in attendance remember her name.

Placing one hand on the barrier, she vaults over, and makes her way to the ring edge. Jumping onto it, she flashes a quick smile to the crowd, but its the smile of a predator. Hopping over the top rope, she drops her trench coat to the mat and stretches, waiting for her opponent.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans.

Cruz: And her opponent..... from Lone Oak, Texas, weighing in at 241 pounds...... CHRIS Q!

Grayson: Well that's all fine and dandy. And I think it's cute that she wants to be an inspiration to all the women out there. But once Chris Q gets done with her tonight, any girl will think twice about following in her footsteps.

When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

The bell sounds as O'Hare immediately goes over to attack him. Q backs up into the corner and covers up his head as O'Hare delivers wild clubbing shots.

Clement: Akrista is now watsing any time going after Chris Q after he tried to attack her earlier on.

Grayson: He's just trying to throw her off her game. And clearly, it's working.

The ref then scoots in and moves O'Hare back to boos from the crowd. But after she moves the ref out of the way, Q comes from out of the corner and knocks her down with a stiff clothesline to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Q taking advantage of the inadvertent distraction with that cheapshot clothesline.

Grayson: Maybe if Akrista wasn't acting like an emotional teenager, she wouldn't have gotten hit.

Q quickly puts the boots to her before dropping down to his knees and choking her with both hands. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q gladly lets go...........only so that he can choke her again. The crowd boos as the ref once again gives him another 5 count.

Ref: 1.........................2.......................3.....................4......... Q reluctantly lets go.

He picks her up and nails her with a punch to the midsection that doubles her over, followed by an elbow to the back of the head that drops her down to one knee. Q reaches down, picks her back up and whips her into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, Q goes for a clothesline. But O'Hare ducks and runs into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, Q knocks her down with a cross body block. He makes the cover.

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Q picks her up and goes for an irish whip. But O'Hare reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But O'Hare ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks O'Hare down with a running forearm smash. The crowd boos. Q bends over, picks her up and nails her with a headbutt, sending her stumbling into the corner. As Q approaches the corner, O'Hare comes out and meets him with a series of knife-edge chops. But a rake to the eyes from Q stops her momentum. After delivering a knee to the midsection, he grabs O'Hare and whips her into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, she slides through Q's legs. As O'Hare gets up, Q turns around and goes for a kick to the midsection. But O'Hare catches his foot and brings him down with a dragonscrew leg whip to cheers from the crowd. Q gets back up to his feet. But O'Hare reaches over, lifts up his leg and throws him back down with another dragonscrew. The crowd cheers. Q gingerly gets up, favoring his left leg. But O'Hare doesn't let up as she runs up from behind and kicks his leg out from under him, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Akrista is wisely going after the leg of Chris Q and keeping him grounded.

Grayson: That's probably the first smart thing she's done all night. She's can't trade punches with Chris Q. So take out one of his legs and slow him down.

Clement: Plus her offense is heavily based around aerial moves as well as submission moves. She could very well be setting him up for some type of leg submission.

O'Hare then grabs Q by the legs and drags him away from the ropes. She goes for a figure four. But after she turns, Q uses his free leg to shove her away from him. As Q turns over and slowly gets up, O'Hare runs from out of the corner and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Q stumbling across the ring and falling onto the middle rope. O'Hare's eyes widen as she sees Q in perfect position. She then points to him, resulting in cheers from the crowd. So O'Hare runs forward, grabs the middle & top ropes and goes for the 6-1-7. But Q ducks and rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd. Q begin to walk around ringside trying his best to walk off the pain in his left leg. But O'Hare isn't going to let him rest for much longer....

Clement: Smart move by Chris Q to duck that tiger feint kick.

Grayson: But I don't think she's done yet. LOOK OUT!

O'Hare charges, leaps forward and connects with a suicide dive over the top rope, knocking Q down to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Crowd: AKRISTA! AKRISTA! AKRISTA!

The fans in the front row reach over the barricade and slap it repeatedly as O'Hare gets back to her feet.

Clement: Akrista O'Hare takes it to the air, soaring over the top rope and knocking Chris Q down. She may be more than Q bargained for.

After picking up Q and rolling him back in, O'Hare climbs up onto the apron and waits for him to get back up. Once Q gets up and turns around, O'Hare takes him down with a springboard hurricanrana. The crowd cheers as O'Hare mounts herself on top of him and hammers away with right hands to the face. She then gets off of him, picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending O'Hare into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, Q goes for another running forearm smash. But O'Hare ducks, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin.

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As both wrestlers get up, Q quickly darts over, grabs two handfuls of O'Hare's hair and throws her down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as O'Hare clutches the back of her head in pain.

Clement: Desperation move there by Chris Q.

Grayson: You call it a desperation move. I call it Chris Q stopping Akrista's momentum.

Q then reaches down, yanks her up by her hair, brings her into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Q unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection that nearly drive all the air out of her. He then stands up and smirks before delivering a slap across the face. The crowd boos. But the boos soon turn to cheers when O'Hare repsonds with a punch of her own. Q comes back with a punch of his own. But O'Hare responds with a forearm strike to the head. She then nails Q with another forearm strike.... and another.... and another. Each strike knocks Q further away from the corner. While Q appears to be dazed, O'Hare runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a basement dropkick to the left leg, knocking Q down to one knee. She then gets back up and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a Shining Wizard. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Clement: Akrista's blasted him with that Shining Wizard. But is only got two. You can call her whatever you want, Evan. But she's got Chris Q on the ropes.

Grayson: Whatever. It's not over yet.....

O'Hare picks him up, turns and drops him with a hanging neckbreaker. She turns over and makes the cover.

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O'Hare gets up, goes over to Q's legs, lifts up his left leg, turns him over and drops down into an STF. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And there's the submission! STF! Can she keep Chris Q from clawing his way to the ropes? Can he fight through the pain?

The ref asks Q if he wants to give up. But in between the grunting and groaning, Q tells him “NO!” So O'Hare cinches in the hold. The ref again asks Q if he wants to give up. But Q wags his finger at him. He then begins to use his upper body strength to claw and pull his way towards the ropes. Q reaches out with his left arm..... and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd. O'Hare breaks the hold. She then picks up Q, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, O'Hare drapes his left leg across the middle rope and delivers several knee strikes to the leg. Q responds by shoving O'Hare away from him. But O'Hare comes back into the corner and rocks him with a stiff forearm strike to the face. After pulling his leg down, she moves Q from out of the corner and hoists herself up onto the middle turnbuckle. She then grabs a hold of Q and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Q shoves her off in mid air, sending her falling stomach-first onto the apron. The crowd boos. As O'Hare tries to push to push herself up off the mat, Q comes from out of the corner and nails her with a punt kick to the ribs, knocking her over onto her back. The crowd boos.

Q reaches down, picks her up and hits a snap suplex. After grabbing his left leg, he turns over and makes the cover.

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Q picks her up and whips her chest-first into the corner. As O'Hare stumbles back, Q grabs her and brings her down with the Cracker-Jack. After grimacing and holding his left leg, he turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Another two count there form Chris Q.

Grayson: He's slowly taking her apart now. Oh yeah, she got in her moves. Good for her. But now Chris Q is in control. And he's not going to let his foot up off her neck.

Frustrated, Q gets up, reaches down, yanks up O'Hare by the hair and nails her with another punch to the ribs. He then nails her with a series of rights and lefts to the ribs before one punch hits her so hard that she drops down to all fours. The crowd boos as Q stands over her, looks around, jumps up and then nails her across the back with a jumping seated senton. O'Hare can be seen arching her back in pain. Q then gets up, reaches down, pulls her back up by the hair and shoves her into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, Q flings her in the air with a big back body drop. The crowd boos as O'Hare can be seen wincing in pain. Q then limps back over towards her, picks her up and brings her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then limps his way into the corner before hoisting himself up onto the middle turnbuckle. After staring a hole through O'Hare, Q leap off and goes for an elbow drop from the second rope. But O'Hare rolls out of the way, causing Q to connect with nothing but canvas. The crowd cheers as Q clutches his arm in pain.

Clement: Chris Q misses with the elbow drop. Maybe if he didn't have that limp, he could have gotten up there faster and connected. Now it's Akrista's chance to get back in this thing and take control of the match once again....

As both wrestlers get up, O'Hare grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending O'Hare into the ropes. When O'Hare comes back, she knocks Q down with a diving spinning back elbow to cheers from the crowd. Q gets back up, but O'Hare knocks him down with a dropkick. Q gets back up, but O'Hare knocks him right back down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, O'Hare goes for a third dropkick. But Q side steps and swats her down to boos from the crowd.

As O'Hare tries to get up, Q goes for a running clothesline. But O'Hare ducks and counters with a drop toe hold into the middle rope. The crowd cheers once they see Q in position.

Grayson: Oh boy....

After O'Hare gets up, she runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she runs forward, swings through the ropes and blasts Q in the face with the 6-1-7 to cheers from the crowd. O'Hare then begins to climb the turnbuckles. After a groggy Q gets up to his feet and stumbles around, O'Hare stands up, raises her arms in the air and leaps off for the Night Raid. But Q squats down as O'Hare tries to flip back, blocking the move. Q then stands back up, pulls O'Hare back up, shifts her around across his shoulders and then plants her with The Compactor to boos from the crowd. The ref slides over and starts the count.

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"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS Q!

Chris Q gets up on one knee, looks over at Akrista and smirks as she can be seen still out of it. He then gets up to his feet and tries to walk off the pain in his left leg.

Clement: Excellent match there by both grapplers. But Chris Q was able to perform a timely counter and finisher her off with The Compactor.

Grayson: Chris Q did exactly what he said he was going to do. And that was win.

Clement: Hats off to Akrista who impressed a lot of people tonight in that ring. Chris Q is starting to become a name to watch here in FGA. But so is O'Hare after this performance. She has nothing to hang her head over as far as I'm concerned.

Grayson: Aw, look at you giving the "act like a proud coach after your team lost" speech. Are you going to take her and all the other losers tonight out for ice cream, too?

[FGA Office]

The video feed cuts to a darkened stairwell backstage at the Bayfront Convention Center. Shattered glass sits in shards around the bottom of the staircase. The safety lights that should illuminate that area have all been smashed, and their remnants have been left strewn about the concrete floor. The only light is the red glow from an “EXIT” sign above a steel door to the right. A cameraman comes down the stairs slowly. He walks down around the corner of the landing, glass cracking under his foot-falls, until the camera shows the long, dark shadow under the staircase.

It is in this shadow that a man is sitting with his back to the corner. Much of his face and features are obscured by the mix of darkness and the washed-out red effect of the “EXIT” light.

“You always find me, don't you?”

The man's body barely appears to move as his voice rise and falls in an almost sing-song cadence. His eyes appear as sunken pits under the long shadows cast by his brow. The man lifts a heavy arm and runs it under his noses and then through his matted hair before speaking again.

“I suppose you want me to tell you what I'm doing down here. That's why you're following me, isn't it? Well, fiiine.” He pauses, his voice dropping just above a whisper, “I'm watching. YOU would know all about that, wouldn't you? I'm watching. I'm getting a crow's-eye-view, and I'm biding... my time. Hmmm.”

His face contorts under the heavy red light in what is either a smirk or a grimace; his bemused sound hinting at the former.

“I'm also in mourning. It's sad. Sad. Sad. SAD. SAD... Sad. The dearly departed, may the perpetual darkness... shine upon them. Soooo sad...”

As the man's voice trails off the cameraman steps in a little closer for his microphone to pick up the audio. A thin, low chuckle escapes the sitting man's lips and is only stopped by an abrupt lurch to his feet. The cameraman tries to jerk away, but the man now has the camera firmly in his grasp, staring down the lens with his eyes burning intently under the red light.

“You see, the wrestling that you know is DEAD. DEAD! Deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead... Dead. I, am burying it alive, in a casket of my own creation. So say your prayers...Hmm... You'll need them. Because once this funeral procession ends that's when life after death begins. And where I'm taking Frontier Grappling Arts will make HELL seem like paradise.”

“We're going to PICK the bones and scavenge the carcass of what we leave behind of F.G.A. So bask in the fallacy of life while you can. A murder... of horrible crows is coming.”

The man smirks, his lips curling up the left side of his face and his eyes bugging outward.

“I am Malcolm Drake. Memento... mori...”

The video becomes an unrecognizable streak of black and red as the camera careens, dropped down to the concrete, before the picture is lost to static.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
A.J. Fairchild vs. Preston Blake

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Preston Blake, sporting his Harvard letterman jacket. He looks as dashing and smashing as ever as he makes his way down to the ring with Madison Stewart right behind him. Preston stops halfway down the aisle and surveys the filthy animals that call themselves fans in the crowd. He turns his nose up as he tries to stop from vomiting at the sight of them. He continues his walk down the aisle, keeping his arms away from the dirty and disgusting slobs that reach over the guard rail to grab at him.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is your main event of the evening. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Madison Stewart.... from The Hamptons, weighing in at 218 pounds.... PRESTON BLAKE!

After walking up the steps, Preston helps Madison up onto the apron. He then wipes his feet off on the apron before sitting down on the middle rope. He holds up the top rope for Madison. After she enters the ring, Preston gets in the ring himself, springboards onto the second rope and raises an index finger in the air, letting the crowd know who truly is number one.

Clement: Preston Blake claims that he's not here to do Chandler's bidding. He claims that he's not in this match to exact revenge on Chandler's behalf. But this is Preston Blake we're talking about here. And anything that comes out of his mouth has to be taken with a grain of salt.

Grayson: Your dislike of Preston has once again clouded your vision. Preston clearly stated that he has his own agenda. He's in this match for his own personal gain. A win over the champion could mean big things for him.

"Fall" by M83 plays over the venue's sound system, and emerging from the back stage area is A.J. Fairchild. The fans are cheering excitedly as Fairchild takes his time walking down the entrance ramp. He makes his way down to the ring slowly, his eyes dead set on the ring.

The fans seated along the entrance ramp area, make the bowing down motion as A.J. strolls pass them. Nearing the end of the exit ramp, A.J. lifts a fist into the air, pumping it a couple of times before darting towards the ring apron. Hopping onto the ring apron, A.J. wipes his boots on the mat, and turns to look at all of the fans in attendance, with a small smirk on his face he grabs the ring ropes and lunges himself over and into the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent....... now residing in Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 190 pounds.... he is the current FGA Heavyweight Champion.... A......J.....FAIRCHILD!

His music dying down, A.J. walks toward an empty corner and sits with his back propped up against the second rope, getting himself mentally prepared for his match.

Clement: A.J. Fairchild, much to the chagrin of both members of The Harvard Connection, has agreed to defend his championship against Ryan Kidd at Final Frontier. But even if Preston has his own agenda, you would think that agenda would include making sure that A.J. doesn't even make it to Final Frontier.

Grayson: That very well could be a possibility. And if it is, then you'd have to think that A.J. is all alone. Who would come down to stop him? Ryan Kidd? If I'm Ryan, I'd let A.J. get beat up and injured. It would make taking the title off of him that much easier.

The bell sounds as Preston and Fairchild make their way to the center of the ring. After exchanging words back and forth, Preston slaps Fairchild across the face. The crowd boos.

Clement: Another classless act by a member of The Harvard Connection.

Grayson: Don't you see what's going on here? He's simply trying to slap some sense into A.J!

Fairchild holds his face and smiles....before responding with a slap of his own to cheers from the crowd. Madison can be seen irate on the outside. Preston holds his face as he turns back to Fairchild. Offended, Preston shoves Fairchild. Fairchild responds by shoving Preston down to the canvas. The crowd cheers. Preston slaps the canvas in anger before getting back up to his feet. He quickly charges over, delivers a double leg pick-up and rams Fairchild back-first into the corner. Preston can be seen delivering a series of right hands to the midsection while Fairchild nails him with a series of clubbing shots to the back. The two men continue to exchange attacks as the shots get faster.

Clement: And you can tell that there's no love lost here as these two are just beating the hell out of each other.

Grayson: A.J. hates all things Harvard and Preston has something to prove in that ring tonight. They're definitely not pulling any punches.

The two men continue to exchange blows until Preston nails Fairchild with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. He then grabs Fairchild by the head, brings him into the adjacent corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Fairchild around, Preston nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then leans Fairchild back and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. Preston then takes Fairchild and whips him into the opposite corner. Preston charges, but Fairchild nails him with an elbow to the face, sending Preston stumbling back. While Preston is stunned, Fairchild runs from out of the corner to attack. Preston delivers a back body drop. But Fairchild is somehow able to land on his feet to cheers from the crowd. He quickly runs into the ropes. When Preston turns around, Fairchild knocks him down with a flying twisting forearm smash. The crowd cheers. Preston gets up, but Fairchild throws him down with a clothesline. Preston gets back up, but he gets thrown right back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Preston gets up, Fairchild goes for a dropkick. But Preston moves out of the way as Fairchild connects with nothing but air. As Fairchild tries to get up, Preston runs and knocks him down with a high knee lift to cheers from the crowd.

He then picks up Fairchild and goes for an irish whip. But Fairchild reverses, sending Preston into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Fairchild lifts him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The crowd cheers as the move sends Preston stumbling back into the ropes. Seeing his opportunity, Fairchild runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Preston ducks and dumps Fairchild over the top rope with a fireman's carry. However, Fairchild is able to land safely on the apron. When Preston turns around to attack, Fairchild grabs the top rope and drops down, sending Preston tumbling to the floor to cheers from the crowd. Fairchild then rolls back into the ring as Madison goes over to check on Preston.

Clement: A.J. Fairchild is looking as dominate as he did against Chandler Scott.

Grayson: He's doing no such thing. Plus, this referee isn't biased against Preston, so he doesn't have a win in the bag.

As Preston slowly gets up, Fairchild runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and goes for a suicide dive. But Preston nails him in mid air with a European Uppercut, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter there by Preston Blake!

Grayson: He may have just knocked A.J.'s head into the fifth row!

After shaking off the pain in his arm, Preston goes over, picks up Fairchild and plants him with a DDT on the floor. As Fairchild lays motionless, Preston climbs up onto the apron and waits impatiently for him to get up. While Preston repeatedly taunts him, Fairchild can be seen slowly getting back up to his feet. Once Fairchild turns around, Preston runs along the apron, dives off and knocks him down with a lariat takedown. The crowd boos as Preston stays seated on the floor and raises his arms in the air. He then picks up Fairchild, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in, drags Fairchild away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Preston picks up Fairchild and delivers a snap suplex. He then gets up and bounces into the ropes. When Preston comes back, he connects with a falling fist drop to the face. He makes the cover.

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Preston picks up Fairchild and takes him down with a russian leg sweep. After getting back up to his feet, Preston heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, jumps off and connects with a flying knee drop to the face. The crowd boos as Preston makes the cover.

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Clement: Preston's getting a little frustrated already.

Grayson: I stand corrected. Maybe A.J. has this referee in his back pocket, too.

Preston picks up Fairchild and whips him chest-first into the corner. As Fairchild stumbles back, Preston runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle, rebounds back and knocks him down with a kick to the face. The crowd boos as Preston once again raises his arms in the air.

Clement: Instead of staying focused on his opponent, Preston has decided to show off. And we all saw how well that worked out when Chandler did it against A.J.

Grayson: And we all saw Ben Hanson save A.J., too!

He gets up, grabs Fairchild by the legs and turns him over. He then hoists up Fairchild for a wheelbarrow suplex, but Fairchild reverses into a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers.

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As both men get up, Fairchild quickly rolls up Preston in a small package. The crowd cheers.

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Clement: Another near fall for the champ!

As both men get up, Preston throws a punch. But Fairchild blocks it and counters with one of his own. He then takes Preston and whips him into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Fairchild bends over to set up a back body drop. But Preston counters with a hard kick to the face that knocks him down. The crowd boos as Fairchild can be seen clutching his head in pain. He then reaches down, hooks his arms around AJ's legs and delivers a wheelbarrow suplex. The back of Fairchild's head bounces off the canvas to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Preston picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Preston goes for a running clothesline. But Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he takes Preston down with a flying hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. Both men get back up and run towards each other. But Fairchild knocks him down with a spinning back elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Preston gets back up, Fairchild gets him in the midsection and follows up with a hesitation swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Fairchild and goes to whip Preston into the corner. But Preston reverses, sending Fairchild into the corner. Preston charges into the corner. Fairchild goes for a boot to the face. But Preston stops himself and catches Fairchild's foot. Preston then taunts Fairchild as he drags him from out of the corner. But Fairchild counters with an enzuguiri that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Chandler Scott makes his way down to the ring.

Clement: Now what's he doing out here?

Grayson: He's the true Heavyweight Champion. He can do whatever he wants.

Fairchild's attention immediately turns to Chandler as Chandler can be seen barking insults at him. As Fairchild makes his way towards the ropes, Preston runs up from behind and rolls up Fairchild with a schoolboy.

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"Ride of the Valkyries" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, PRESTON BLAKE!

Irate, Fairchild immediately goes after Preston, taking him down with a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers as Fairchild mounts himself on top of Preston and hammers away with punches to the face. But the cheers soon turn to boos once Chandler takes the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt, slides into the ring, runs over and nails Fairchild in the back of the head with it.

Clement: That bastard Chandler Scott has struck again!

Grayson: I didn't see you complaining when Fairchild attacked Preston after he lost the match. But once Chandler tries to save a friend in need, now you want to get high and mighty?

Once Preston gets up, The Harvard Connection heads over to Fairchild and repeatedly puts the boots to him to boos from the crowd. Preston then heads into the corner as Chandler hooks his arms around Fairchild's legs. After Preston gets himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, Chandler begins to spin Fairchild around. Preston then jumps off the middle turnbuckle, resulting in The Harvard Connection connecting with The 4.0. The crowd boos as Chandler and Preston look down at a downed Fairchild and smile. But the boos soon turn to cheers as Ryan Kidd, with chair in hand, runs down to the ring.

As soon as Kidd slides in, he gets up and swings the chair wildly. The Harvard Connection are forced to duck and retreat to the outside. Once The Harvard Connection have made their way up the aisle, Kidd throws down the chair in frustration. He then goes over, kneels down and checks on Fairchild who appears to be hurt. While he's looking at Fairchild, the FGA Heavyweight Champion catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. He then looks back at Fairchild.....