Elizabeth DVD Taping (12.15.12)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Elizabeth DVD Taping
12.15.12
Court Time Sports Center
Elizabeth, PA

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Malcolm Drake vs. Jacob Demore

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 183 pounds......MALCOLM DRAKE!

He recoil from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair.

Kevin Clement: Welcome fans to this latest presentation by Frontier Grappling Arts. We're coming to you from Court Time Sports Center in Elizabeth, New Jersey. I'm Kevin Clement. And joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. We are just a little over two weeks away from Final Frontier. Tonight marks our last stop before the event. And we kick things off with two men that will be apart of the huge "Mixed Bag" 8-Man Tag Match at Final Frontier....

The lights in the arena go dark as Brad Pitt’s voice is heard over the PA system quoting Tyler Durden from Fight Club, “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.” Immediately after the heavy guitar riffs of Evergreen Terrace’s “Chaney Can't Quite Riff Like Helmet's Page Hamilton” blasts over the PA system and Jacob Demore comes out from behind the curtain and stands center stage as the fans in attendance begin to cheer for him.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 212 pounds.... JACOB DEMORE!

And with Manny Cruz’s introduction Demore does a cut-throat taunt before making his way down to the ring in a very intense manner and does a lap around the outside of the ring as the fans tap his shoulders, arms or hands showing their support for Demore before he climbs up the steps and leaps over the ropes into the ring and does his signature cut-throat pose again as the lights return to normal and the song fades to stop.

Clement: Malcolm Drake claims that professional wrestling is dead and that he and his fellow crows will pick the bones off of what's left of Frontier Grappling Arts. But before he gets to that, he has to go through Jacob Demore, the "future of professional wrestling."

Evan Grayson: If Jacob Demore is the "future", then I have no hope for the future.

Grayson: You've got wonder. With both of these men on opposite sides of that 8-Man Tag Match at Final Frontier, do you think they'll take liberties with each other?

Grayson: Demore? No, absolutely not. I think Demore will keep this match on the up and up, despite how much disrespect his opponent shows him. On the other hand, it wouldn't shock me at all if Malcolm Drake tried to take out Demore before Final Frontier. And unfortunately for Demore, that injured left leg of his is a huge target.

The bell sounds as Demore makes his way to the center of the ring and extends his hand for a handshake. Drake looks to his left and to his right in disbelief. But as he turns back to Demore, he seems that Demore is serious about the handshake. Drake smirks before making his way across the ring. He goes to shake Demore's hand.... and then quickly slaps him across the face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I'm not sure why Jacob Demore thought that was a good idea.

Clement: I suppose Demore was just looking for a sign of respect.

Grayson: Well what in the world would make him think that Malcolm Drake, of all people, would show any respect?

The boos soon turn back to cheers when Demore comes back with a slap of his own.

Clement: Well how about that!? Demore not taking too lightly to Drake's blatant disrespect.....

Drake holds the side of his face in pain. He then tries to dart over and cheapshot Demore. But Demore throws him down with an arm drag. Drake gets back up, but Demore throws him down with another arm drag. As Drake gets up, Demore throws him down with a side headlock takeover. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Drake wags his index finger. He then reaches up, pulls back on Demore's hair and then reverses into a leg scissors headlock to boos from the crowd. Drake cinches in the hold as Demore can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks Demore if he wants to quit, but Demore tells him “no.” Demore then slowly turns over onto his knees. After slowly pulling his head out from between Drake's legs, Demore gets up and flips over into a jackknife pin.

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Drake bridges up, turns over and knees Demore in the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then blasts Demore with a forearm strike to the face before whipping him into the ropes. When Demore comes back, Drake runs forward and goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Demore counters into a school boy.

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Drake kicks out.

As both men get up, Demore throws Drake down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. Drake gets back up, but Demore throws him down with another arm drag. Demore then quickly applies an armbar. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. But Drake refuses to quit. After turning over onto his knees and getting up to his feet, he moves Demore backwards into the ropes. Once he nails Demore with another forearm strike to the face, he grabs Demore and whips him into the ropes. When Demore comes back, Drake goes for a lariat. But Demore ducks and runs into the ropes. When Demore comes back, he slides through Drake's legs. When Drake turns around, Demore gets up and delivers Sweet Shin Music to cheers from the crowd. While Drake grabs his shin, Demore grabs him by the side and delivers a shinbreaker into a back suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Drake gets his shoulder up. But it's interesting... Demore's left leg looked to be something that would be targeted early and often in this match. But Demore has turned the tables and has now gone after Drake's leg.

Grayson: And it's a smart move by him. Why trade punches with a brawler when you can chop him down at the legs and work him over?

Demore picks up Drake and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then goes over, picks up Drake's legs and goes for a submission. But Drake uses the strength in his legs to shove Demore down to the canvas. As both men get up, Drake rakes Demore across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then quickly places Demore in a side headlock, brings him over towards the ropes and rakes his eyes along the top rope. The crowd boos as Demrore stumbles into the corner. After delivering a back rake, Drake turns Demore around and unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes to the head. Once Demore begins to cover up, Drake steps back and mudhole stops him down into the corner. The crowd boos. Once Demore is down in the corner, Drake delivers a knee strike to the face. He then steps back and facewashes Demore three times. He then runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Drake comes back, he picks up speed, charges forward and delivers a running facewash. The crowd boos as he drags Demore from out of the corner, drops down and makes the cover.

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Demore gets his shoulder up.

Annoyed, Drake makes the cover again.

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Demore gets his shoulder up again.

Frustrated, Drake takes his forearm and repeatedly grinds it across the face of Demore before grabbing him by the throat and choking him. The ref gets back down and gives Drake until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Clement: Malcolm Drake showing a bit of that mean streak that we've seen thus far in his videos.

Grayson: Exactly. Malcolm Drake isn't refined. He's a brawler that will try to gouge your eyes out before dropping you right on your head. He's not about chain wrestling. He's about violence.

Drake lets go. He then picks up Demore and whips him into the ropes. When Demore comes back, Drake nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending him flipping down to the canvas. Drake then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs and delivers a stiff kick to the back. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the building. Demore slowly turns over onto his stomach. He tries to get up on all fours, but Drake runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking Demore over onto his back. Demore lays on the ground in pain as Drake slowly circles around him like a vulture. As Demore gets up onto his knees, Drake runs over and goes for another punt kick. But this time, Demore sees it coming. So he catches Drake's foot as he gets back up to his feet. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Uh oh. Drake may have gone to the well one too many times....

Drake can be seen swinging wildly at Demore while Demore still keeps a hold of his foot. He then takes Drake down with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd cheers. Drake gets back up, but Demore picks up his leg and sends him back down with another dragonscrew. The crowd cheers. As Drake gets back up, Demore grabs him from the side, delivers a shinbreaker and then goes for another back suplex. But Drake pokes him in the eyes, forcing Demore to drop him to boos from the crowd. Drake then follows up with a roaring elbow to the back of the head, sending Demore falling face-first to the canvas. The crowd boos. Drake then picks up Demore and whips him into the ropes. When Demore comes back, Drake nearly knocks the wind out of him with a lariat to boos from the crowd. Drake then picks up Demore, scoops him up across his shoulders and then plants him with the Momento Mori. The crowd boos as Drake makes the cover.

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"Man in the Box" hits to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MALCOLM DRAKE!

Malcolm Drake gets his arm raised by the ref. But Drake quickly pulls his arm away from the ref as he scans the crowd....

Clement: Malcolm Drake picks up his first win here in Frontier Grappling Arts. It's always good to start off on a winning note.

Grayson: It is. Plus, these two men will be on opposite sides in two weeks at Final Frontier. Now Demore has to ask himself can be beat Drake? Can he make up for what happened tonight? Plus, how will his body hold up?

As Demore gets back up to his feet, Drake runs up from behind and kicks Demore's left leg out from under him, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think I just found the answer to that question.

The crowd boos as Drake repeatedly stomps away at Demore's injured leg.

Clement: Drake not satisfied with just the win. He wants to further injure Jacob Demore's leg.

Grayson: Not only is he doing it for his own pleasure, but now he's handicapping the opposition for Final Frontier. You've got to think that Jake Winchester, Akrista O'Hare and Alyssa Casteele are not pleased about this.

Drake rolls to the outside, reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. The crowd boos as Drake slides back into the ring, picks up the chair and repeatedly jabs Demore in the left leg with the chair. The bell repeatedly sounds as the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: C'mon Drake, you got the win! You got what you wanted! You don't have to do this.

Grayson: Of course he doesn't have to do this, Kev. He knows that. He just doesn't care.

The crowd continues to boo. But the boos soon turn to cheers once Jake Winchester, Akrista O'Hare and Alyssa Casteele run down to the ring.

Clement: And here comes the cavalry!

Grayson: What took them so long? They get lost.

Winchester, O'Hare and Casteele circle the ring. Drake looks around frantically as he clutches the chair in his hands. Almost as if on cue, all three wrestlers slide into the ring. As soon as they get up to their feet, Drake hurls the chair at Akrista. As Akrista swats the chair down, Drake drops down and rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd.....

Clement: Oh, he's a real tough guy. Attacking someone with a steel chair after he already won the match. How come he didn't want to stay in the ring and fight off those three?

Grayson: There's no reason to play hero. He already did his damage. And as far as Final Frontier is concerned, it now looks like it's going to be 4 on 3. Great for Drake, Chris Q, Tony Edison and Diego Alvarez. It sucks for everyone standing in that ring.

[FGA Office]

Jack Owyns: OUT OF THE WAY, MAIN EVENTER HERE!

With arms locked straight out in front of him, Jack came barging threw a crowd of FGA personal. Knocking over anyone, man, or women, who were unlucky enough to be standing in his ego raged path. He stopped and looked over his shoulder as he pushed his sunglasses up and gave a glance at his path of destruction, as personal were helping one an another back to their feet. He listened, while they all begun mumbling beneath their breath.

Jack Owyns: What was that?

Jack spun around and ignored the two bigger guys who looked pissed and came face to face with the oldest, and weakest of the bunch.

Jack Owyns: Let me repeat myself…I said, what was that?

Old Man: Nothing Jack. I didn’t say anything.

The old man pleaded with Jack, as out of the bunch he was the only one who didn’t say anything.

Jack Owyns: Oh I think ya did. I think I heard you say something like…umm…lets see here…oh…I hope Ryan Kidd beats ya tonight.

Old Man: No…No I never…

Jack Owyns: YES! You lying sack of shit.

Old Man: No...

Jack Owyns: I think ya did, and you know what? You’re kidding yourself if you actually believe for one second, that the kid even has a remote chance of beating me. Shit like that, well old-timer, shit like that just ain’t going to happen. You know why, because I’m going to kick his greasy, pathetic, and idiotic ass all over this shit hole of arena, and just as easy as doing up your velcro straps on your sneakers there, I will finish him. You know how…

Jack looked around at all that were viewing, and with enough distance between him and them.

THE VILLIAN CONNECTION!

Jack stood up and hurried away before the mob of personal could grab a hold of him, and turned back and looked as they had started to aid the old man.

Jack Owyns: JUST LIKE THAT!

Jack ran off quickly, as the two bigger guys had begun running in his direction. The scene faded out.

[FGA Office]

"Old School" Jake Winchester vs. Tony Edison

The Daft Punk song hits the sound system and the lights cut, then slowly come back on, but looking much like a nightclub, flashing all over. They come back full, but not before we see Tony Edison standing on the stage. He hops up and down at each side of the entrance way, collecting a decent crowd reaction, or really the best he can get. He stands at the entrance way and runs down the ramp, sliding in and hopping to his feet. He runs to a random corner and hops to the top rope, coming off it with a hue backflip, landing on his feet.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Williamsport, Pennsylvania.... weighing in at 217 pounds.... TONY EDISON!

Clement: Tony Edison, the renown high flyer from Pennsylvania makes his first DVD Taping appearance tonight. Back on December 1st, he defeated The Phantom in a dark match. This time, he faces a much tougher task in Jake Winchester.

"Kashmir" begins to play and Jake Winchester walks out from behind the curtain to cheers. He raises his arms in the air with a cocky grin and then slaps a few hands on his way to the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Syracuse, New York... weighing in at 245 pounds.... JAKE WINCHESTER!

He makes his way onto the apron and looks out to the crowd, where he grins once again and nods in time with his music for a few moments before he steps into the ring and runs the ropes a few times before his music fades.

Grayson: Jake Winchester, like Edison, is a veteran. Though he's got a couple of years on Edison. Jake Winchester is going to want to take this match straight to the ground and keep it there. If Edison is smart, he'll do his best to keep this match as fast-paced as possible.

Clement: Jake Winchester now making his way to the ring. Last time out, he fought to a draw with Jack Owyns. Jake tried to offer Jack Owyns a handshake after the match. But in typical Owyns fashion, he took a cheap shot at Jake.

Grayson: Yeah, we heard Jake going on and on all week about how this isn't over between him and Owyns. I say forget Jack Owyns for just a second and worry about the opponent you have to face.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the ring and shake hands. The crowd responds with cheers and applause.

Clement: A nice show of sportsmanship there by both men.

Grayson: I'm a bit surprised. Just like the last match, these two will also be on opposing sides of that 8-Man Tag match. And with the extent of damage to Demore's leg being unknown at this time, I figured Jake would try and take Edison out of the equation.

Clement: That's not his M.O. Jake Winchester has a lot more respect for this business and for his opponents that than. Something which certainly cannot be said for Malcolm Drake.

Grayson: Yeah, as if he cares....

After circling the ring, they lock up. Winchester quickly uses his strength advantage to move Edison against the ropes. The ref quickly scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly go and make a clean break. Winchester slowly makes his way back towards the center of the ring. Once Edison has some distance, he makes his way off the ropes and circles the ring. He inches closer towards Winchester and goes to lock up. But Winchester ducks the collar & elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. He cinches in the hold, doing his best not to let go of Edison. Edison tries to pry Winchester's arms off of him, but it's to no avail. He then goes to elbow Winchester in the face. But Winchester moves his head out of the way. Edison tries for another elbow to the face. But again, Winchester moves out of the way. Edison then sticks his arm between Winchester's and slowly breaks the hold. He then immediately applies a top wristlock, followed by an arm wringer. The ref asks Winchester if he wants to give up. But Winchester refuses to quit. So Edison delivers another arm wringer. Winchester then takes Edison by the wrist and counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. He takes Edison by the arm and delivers another arm wringer..... and another.... and another. He then performs a top wristlock. The ref asks Edison if he wants to give up. But Edison refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with another arm wringer. The crowd cheers. He then yanks Winchester over to him before applying a side headlock. But Winchester shoves Edison off of him and into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Winchester knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Edison kips back up. When Winchester comes back, he knocks down Edison with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Edison kips back up to his feet. When Winchester comes back, Edison leap frogs over him. Winchester continues to run into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Edison leap frogs over him again. Winchester continues to run into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Edison goes for a hip toss. But Winchester blocks it. Edison goes for another hip toss but again, Winchester blocks it. Winchester then goes for a clothesline. But Edison ducks. When Winchester turns around, Edison throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Winchester gets back up, but Edison throws him back down with another arm drag. As both men get back up, Winchester throws Edison down with a japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. Edison gets back up, but Winchester throws him back down with another japanese arm drag. As Edison gets up, Winchester grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Winchester goes for a back elbow to the face. But Edison ducks and runs into the ropes. When Edison comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Winchester gets back up, but Edison runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Winchester stumbling through the ropes and out to the apron. As Winchester pulls himself up using the ropes, Edison runs into the corner and connects with a springboard rebound dropkick, knocking Winchester off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And down to the outside goes Winchester!

Grayson: Jake tried to slow him down. But it was to no avail.

As Winchester gets up on the outside, Edison runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he picks up steam, charges forward and connects with a suicide dive to the outside. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And the big time through the ropes takes Winchester down! He's fighting his fight now.

Edison picks up Winchester, brings him back towards ringside and rolls him back into the ring. Edison slides back in and makes the cover.

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Winchester grabs the bottom rope.

After noting their place in the ring, Edison drags Winchester away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Winchester kicks out.

Edison picks up Winchester and nails him with a forearm strike to the face. He then takes Winchester and goes for an irish whip. But Winchester reverses, sending Edison into the ropes. When Edison comes back, he slides through Winchester's legs. When Winchester turns around, Edison gets back up and throws a kick. Winchester catches his foot. But Edison counters with an enzuguiri, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Edison makes the cover.

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Winchester kicks out.

Edison picks up Winchester and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Edison knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He then walks over towards the ropes, steps through the ropes and waits on the apron for Winchester to get up. Once Winchester gets up and turns around, Edison springboards onto the top rope and leaps off, going for flying forearm strike. But Winchester side steps and nails him with a punch to the midsection, sending Edison stumbling down to the canvas. Winchester then goes over, picks up Edison and whips him into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Winchester throws him down with a belly to belly side suplex. He makes the cover.

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Edison gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The side suplex only gets two. But the important thing is, he's got Edison grounded.

Grayson: And he needs to keep him grounded. Winchester cannot keep the pace with Edison when both men are on their feet. He isn't as agile as Edison. He doesn't have the aerial-based offense that Edison does. He needs to keep him grounded. And if it were me in there, I'd try to take him out, too. But Jake is too much of a goody goody to do something like that.

Winchester picks up Edison, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Edison around, Winchester delivers three knee strikes to the midsection. He then brings Edison from out of the corner, lifts Edison up and throws him down with a front facebuster suplex. The crowd cheers as Winchester turns Edison over and makes the cover.

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Edison gets his shoulder up.

Winchester picks up Edison and whips him into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Winchester nails him with a punch to the midsection that doubles him over. He then grabs Edison by the waist and hoists him up for a gutwrench powerbomb. But Edison counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. As both men get up, Edison runs into the ropes. When Edison comes back, Winchester goes for a running clothesline. But Edison ducks and runs into the ropes. When Winchester turns around, Edison goes for a cross body block. But Winchester catches him in mid air and counters with a rib breaker. He makes the cover.

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Edison gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Nice counter there by Winchester. But it only gets two. Going into that "Mixed Bag" 8-Man Tag, who do you think has the advantage?

Grayson: Well it's clearly not the team with Jacob Demore. You saw what Malcolm Drake is capable of. Tony Edison can fly through the air. Diego Alvarez is the unknown in that match. But that's actually a good thing for him and his teammates. And what can I say about Chris Q that hasn't already been said? The man's an animal in there.

As Winchester picks up Edison, Edison swats his arms away from him and nails Winchester with a right hand. He then follows up with a knife-edge chop. Edison nails Winchester with another right hand. He follows it up with another chop. He then takes Winchester and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Edison knocks him down with a dropsault. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Winchester, hooks his arm around his neck and delivers a snap suplex. After clutching his side in pain, Edison turns over and makes the cover.

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Winchester gets his shoulder up.

Edison picks up Winchester and whips him into the corner. Edison runs into the corner and connects with a spinning heel kick, rolling over the top rope and landing on the apron. As Winchester stumbles from out of the corner, Edison gets in position on the apron and waits for him to turn around. When Winchester turns around, Edison knocks him down with a springboard flying forearm smash. The crowd cheers. After dragging Winchester towards the corner, Edison steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for the End Game. But Winchester gets his knees up, forcing Edison to crash stomach-first across the knees. He then gets up, picks up Edison, lifts him up and delivers the Old School Expulsion. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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"Kashmir" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JAKE WINCHESTER!

Winchester gets to his feet as the ref raises his arm in the air. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Jake Winchester gets the win in a nice match between those two. That was a pretty good match there.

Grayson: It surprised me, too. I thought Winchester would walk all over him. But Tony Edison wasn't half bad in there and more than held his own. But Jake, being the crafty vet that he is, got his knees up in time. And it was pretty much over after that.

[FGA Office]

FINAL FRONTIER!

THE BEAST RISES!

[FGA Office]

Akrista O'Hare vs. Ryu Kanata

'Deshi Basara (He Rises)' by Hans Zimmer blares through the arena. As the first set of chants subsides, Ryu Kanata steps out from behind the curtain, and pauses, his arms in a crucifix pose, head bowed. He waits there for a moment before charging headlong towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and climbing the opposite turnbuckle, where he repeats the crucifix pose before dropping back to the ring and awaiting the bell...

"LADIES & GENTLEMEN...
HAILING FROM KORIYAMA, JAPAN...
THE BROKEN GLASS & BARBED WIRE PHOENIX....
...RYU KANATA!!!!"

Clement: Ryu Kanata has been eerily silent as of late. But he's always been a man of few words. His actions have usual done all the talking for him. And his actions have injured the likes of both Ryan Kidd and Pat Gordon, Jr.

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: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 132 pounds.... AKRISTA O'HARE!

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.

Grayson: I know Akrista wants to test herself. And this match is a big opportunity for her. But I do not like her chances in this one at all. She could very easily have her name added to that list...

The bell sounds as Ryu runs across the ring and tries to jump Akrista from behind. But Akrista knows its coming, so she nails him with an elbow strike to the face that staggers him.

Clement: Akrista must have had Ryu well scouted because she absolutely nailed him with that elbow to the face.

Grayson: Did you hear the impact on that?

She quickly hoists herself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Ryu and then plants him with a tornado DDT to cheers from the crowd. Akrista picks up Ryu, only to drop toe hold him onto the middle rope. Once she sees Ryu in position, she runs into the ropes. When Akrista comes back, she charges forward, swings through the ropes and blasts Ryu in the face with a 6-1-7. The crowd cheers. As a dazed Ryu gets up and turns around, Akrista springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and sends him down with the Night Raid. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: I can't believe this.....

Clement: She's got Ryu on the ropes! We've never seen anyone take it to Ryu like this before!

Akrista then picks up Ryu, grabs him by the head, runs into the corner, runs up the turnbuckle, turns and brings him down with Darkness Falls. The crowd cheers as she turns him over and makes the cover.

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"Nice n Sleazy" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, AKRISTA O'HARE!

A shocked Akrista gets up to her feet and gets her arm raised in victory!

Grayson: I don't believe it.

Clement: And neither can Akrista, apparently. She's a very talented wrestler and always has confidence in herself. But I don't think she even thought she could beat Ryu like this! What a bounce back performance from two weeks ago for Akrista O'Hare! If she performs like this at Final Frontier, her team won't be in bad shape at all.

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts to the parking lot outside the Court Time Sports Center in Elizabeth, PA. The parking lot is full of cars, but very few people. It is sparsely lit by the unnatural glow of the street lamps around the perimeter of the lot. The back door of the arena bursts open with a loud crash, and a man dressed in a leather jacket and carrying a black duffel bag comes staggering out.

When the man wanders into the light of the first street lamp, it becomes evident that the man is Malcolm Drake; his hair still wet and matted from the post-match shower. Maniacal laughter comes bellowing out and echoing off the building and across the open expanse of the parking lot.

“Hahaha. Ha-ha. HA!” Drake laughs forcefully and directly into the camera.

“I said you wouldn't like it. I know one man who definitely didn't enjoy the debut of Malcolm Drake. Oh... I don't think gimpy Jake Demore won't be making it to Final Frontier. That's a REAL pity. It looks like our little eight-man tag team match will be short one man.”

Drake gives a self-satisfied smirk.

“See, I know that might not give any of you the warm and fuzzies about me, but frankly I don't care. I said I would make tonight memorable... I'm a man of my word. Jake Demore is just the first of many victims. Every... MURDER... needs its victims.”

“Memento mori.”

With that, Drake pushes past the camera and does a victory spin with his arms outstretched and his head tilted up to the guy. He laughs again, trusting a fist into the air with vigor before fading off into the shadows.

[FGA Office]

Chris Q vs. Pat Gordon, Jr.

"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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Lone Oak, Texas.... weighing in at 241 pounds........... CHRIS Q!

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.

Clement: Chris Q has been very impressive thus far in his short FGA tenure. But can he get a big win over Pat Gordon, Jr?

Grayson: The Chris Q Party rolls its way back into Elizabeth. And it's not about to stop for anyone, especially Pat Gordon, Jr. He took down Alistair Mangold, a man much bigger and stronger than him. He took down Akrista O'Hare, a woman much faster and more agile than him. Now he faces Pat Gordon, Jr who, in his current state, probably can't even remember what he ate earlier today. He is a glorified punching bag for Chris Q. And I can't wait to see him go to town on Patty Cakes.

'Chariots of Fire' fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring, giving out high-fives to any outstretched hands along the way.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 242 pounds.... PAT GORDON, JR!

He does a lap around the ring, still giving out high-fives to any fans who want one, before he climbs inside. PGJR pulls back on the ropes for a couple of last minute stretches before the bell.

Clement: I honestly have to question what is going on in Pat Gordon, Jr's head. He suffered a concussion nearly a month ago at the One Year Anniversary Show. Since then, he could have been further injured during his attack by Ryu Kanata. And now he's getting in the ring with a man with no remorse for anyone in Chris Q.

Grayson: Probably because Pat Gordon, Jr. is an idiot who doesn't know any better. Fighting through injuries, especially concussions, doesn't make you tough or get you respect. It gets your career shortened. But whatever. He made his bed. Not only is he going to have to lay in it, but Chris Q is going to smother him with the pillow.

The bell sounds as both men rush to the center of the ring. Q throws a clothesline. But Gordon ducks. When Q turns around, Gordon nails him with a right hand. Q comes back with one of his own. Gordon nails him with another right hand. Q comes back with another one of his own. He then nails Gordon with another punch.... and another..... and another. He goes for a haymaker, but Gordon blocks it and counters with another right hand.... and another.... and another. Gordon then goes for a haymaker of his own. But Q ducks, grabs him from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Gordon rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet, spins Q around and knocks him down with a haymaker to cheers from the crowd. Q gets back up, but Gordon knocks him down with another haymaker. As Q gets back up, Gordon delivers a double leg pick up, runs towards the corner and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd cheers. After unleashing a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, Gordon stands up and delivers a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. After delivering an elbow strike to the face, he pulls down on the back of Q's head with his left hand while repeatedly uppercutting him in the face with his left hand.

Clement: And Pat Gordon now going to town on Chris Q. I don't think we've seen the fight taken to Chris Q like this.

Grayson: Maybe he underestimated him. I don't know. It's still early....

The ref then gets in between the two and moves Gordon back. But after Gordon moves the ref out of the way, Q grabs him by the throat and launches him into the corner.

Grayson: Here we go!

Q then unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts of his own, followed by a series of knee strikes to the midsection. Q then unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. A hard right hand to the ribs sends Gordon stumbling across the ring into the parallel corner. But Q doesn't let up. After a kidney punch causes Gordon to groan in pain, Q spins him around and unleashes another combination of rights an lefts to the midsection. Once Gordon decides to cover up below, Q delivers right and left crosses to the face. The combinations send Gordon slowly slumping down in the corner. But again, Q will not let up. The ref scoots in and moves him back, but Q moves the ref out of the way, heads back into the corner and delivers a diving shoulder thrust, nearly driving the air out of Gordon. The crowd boos as Q takes Gordon and whips him into the opposite corner. Q charges into the corner, but Gordon nails him with a boot to the face that turns him around and sends him stumbling towards the center of the ring. As Q turns around, Gordon runs out of the corner and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Q gets back up, but Gordon knocks him back down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. Gordon then runs into the ropes as Q slowly gets back up to his feet. When Gordon comes back, he runs forward and knocks Q down with a jumping shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. He then mounts himself on top of Q and hammers away with right hands to the face.

Clement: And again, Pat Gordon Jr goes to town on Chris Q.

Grayson: Both of these men are brawlers. And yes, Patty Cakes is out-brawling Chris Q right now. But it's still early!

He then gets up off of Q, brings him back up to his feet. He then whips Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Gordon nails him with a haymaker to the midsection that doubles him over. Gordon then runs into the ropes. When Gordon comes back, he nails Q with a high knee lift that sends him stumbling into the ropes. While Q is rocked, Gordon runs into the ropes. When Gordon comes back, he charges forward for a clothesline. But Q ducks and dumps him over the top rope and two the floor with a fireman's carry. The crowd boos.

Grayson: And down goes Gordon! What did I tell you?

Clement: Pat Gordon Jr just got dumped to the outside. And he may have hurt his back or even his head on the landing.

Q goes to the outside. He picks up Gordon, scoops him up and then drops him across the top of the barricade with a snake eyes. The crowd boos as Gordon falls down and clutches his throat in pain. Q reaches down, picks up Gordon, scoops him up and drops him down with another snake eyes across the barricade. Q then places his foot across Gordon's throat as he crouches down while holding onto the top of the barricade. The crowd boos as Gordon kicks his legs around helplessly. After about five seconds, Q lets go. He then reaches down, picks up Gordon and whips him hard into the barricade. As Gordon stumbles back towards him, Q bends over and throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd boos as Gordon arches his back in pain. Q picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. He then reaches in and drags Gordon's upper body underneath the bottom rope. After delivering a series of clubbing shots across the chest, Q climbs up onto apron, runs forward and delivers a leg drop. The crowd boos as Gordon slowly rolls back into the ring. Q rolls himself back in, turns Gordon over and makes the cover.

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Q picks up Gordon and delivers a snap suplex. The crowd boos as he turns over and hooks the leg.

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Q picks up Gordon, wrings his arm and then knocks him down with a short-arm clothesline. He then picks up Gordon and goes for an irish whip. But Gordon reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks Gordon down with a cross body block. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg for the cover.

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Clement: Another near fall for Chris Q. You know, with he way that he's racking up victories, it won't be long until Chris Q is in the title hunt.

Grayson: Of course. He's running over everything. And the office can't protect A.J. Fairchild & Ryan Kidd forever. Then again, they did try to keep Blaine from Chandler for months.

Clement: Oh stop it. Not that garbage again....

Q gets up to his feet, walks over towards the ropes and kicks the bottom rope in frustration. He then picks up Gordon and whips him into the corner. Q charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then turns around, places Gordon in a headlock and goes to deliver a running bulldog. But Gordon shoves Q off of him and into the ropes. When Q comes back, Gordon throws him down with a release belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as Q arches his back in pain. After checking on both men, the ref starts his count.

Ref: 1......................2...................3.......................4...................5.....................6............

As both wrestlers slowly get back up, Q charges over and goes for a clothesline. But Gordon ducks, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Gordon picks him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Gordon then picks up Q and begins to nail him with right hands to the face. Each right hand knocks Q further back across the ring. He then reaches out, grabs Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Gordon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Q counters with a kick to the face that knocks Gordon down. The crowd boos as Gordon clutches his head in pain.

Clement: Oh no. That kick to the head may have really hurt Gordon.

Grayson: Gee, you think? He's wrestling with a concussion like an idiot!

Q then goes over, picks up Gordon and hooks his arms. He sets up for the double arm DDT when Gordon counters with a back body drop. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Pat Gordon Jr with a nice display of strength with that reversal.....

Gordon runs over and knocks Q down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Q gets back up, but Gordon knocks him back down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Q slowly gets up, Gordon runs into the ropes. When Gordon comes back, he goes for a lariat. But Q ducks, reaches behind him and delivers the Cracker Jack. The crowd boos as Gordon arches his back in pain. Q then picks up Gordon, scoops him up across his shoulders and then plants him with The Compactor to boos from the crowd.

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“The Earths Rotation Around the Sun” hits to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner............. CHRIS Q!

Chris Q gets up to his feet. He stands over PGJR and clinches his fists, as if he's waiting to pounce on PGJR. As soon as PGJR begins to move, Q delivers a hard stomp to the face to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And there goes Chris Q adding insult to injury with that kick to the face.

Grayson: Whatever. Three down with ease for the most part. Who is next? Who is going to be the one that stops this man? Because from what I see, the Chris Q party isn't stopping anytime soon....

[FGA Office]

A.J. Fairchild is roaming the backstage area with his FGA Heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder. In the backstage area he runs right into backstage correspondent Justice Young. A.J. has in his hand a large bottle of champagne that he got from catering. Justice looks up and notices Fairchild immediately.

Justice Young: “A.J. it’s great to see you, but a little bit surprising to see you, don’t you have the night off? ”

A.J. simply smirks as he walks up to Justice and throws an arm over the neck of Justice bringing him in for an uncomfortable looking embrace.

A.J. Fairchild: “Justice…Justice.. Tonight is a celebration. That’s why I brought the champagne; I have some glasses in the back of my dressing room. I have this snazzy black suit on. Tonight will be a gig night, not just for me, but for Frontier Grappling Arts as a whole. ”

Justice pulls away from A.J. after a bit of effort.

Justice Young: “A.J. are you alright? You’re acting a bit odd right now. ”

A.J. Fairchild: “Odd? Odd? Justice tonight is not a night for such words, tonight is a night that everyone will cherish forever and ever. You see I didn’t say who I was toasting too. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. Tonight Ryan Kidd, gets to taste just a sip of the perks that come with being the face of a new generation. Oh and by the way, I invited a pal of mine that I’m sure everyone is dying to meet.”

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Ryan Kidd vs. "The Villain" Jack Owyns

"Undead" by Hollywood Undead hits the airwaves, and the crowd reacts in chorus of boos. The Villain emerges from out behind the black curtain with a wicked grin ear to ear. He waves off the crowd reaction and makes his was down the aisle, towards the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington.... weighing in at 245 pounds.... JACK "THE VILLAIN" OWYNS!

Jack walks up the stairs and stops by the turnbuckle and scans the crowd before jumping over the top rope and coming to a sitting position in the corner. He rests his arms on the ropes, as the music fades out.

Clement: For weeks, we've had to endure Jack Owyns complaining about how he was getting unfairly passed over and how he deserved to be in the main event. Well, he got what he wanted. It's time for him to put up or shut up.

Grayson: And the only thing Owyns is shutting up tonight is every Kidd fan in the crowd. "The Villain" deserves more respect than what he's gotten thus far. But thankfully, someone in the office has a brain and now he's where he belongs.

The intro to “Dark Horse“ emanated from the PA system. The lights began to flicker as the song kicks in. Ryan Kidd 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 down to the ring high fiving the fans by the security railings. He goes around the ring high fiving more fans ringside before stopping in front of a steel steps.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California.... weighing in at 212 pounds.... he is the current UWL International Heavyweight Champion, RYAN KIDD!

He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron before 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: Ryan Kidd is two weeks away from the biggest match of his career. But will he let his pursuit of the FGA Heavyweight Championship distract him from his match tonight?

Grayson: He better not. Jack Owyns has many years of experience on this young man. He is not one to be played with. If he underestimates Owyns, then he'll make Kidd pay dearly for it.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Owyns quickly uses his strength advantage to shove Kidd into the ropes. Kidd looks around, almost in disbelief of Owyns' strength. He then snaps out of it and circles the ring. After heading back over towards Owyns, the two lock up. After jockeying for position, Owyns shoves Kidd down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Owyns begins to taunt Kidd.

Grayson: Kidd better switch to Plan B because Plan A is clearly not working.

Kidd slowly gets back up to his feet. He dusts himself off as he circles the ring. He then inches closer and closer towards Owyns. Kidd motions for a collar & elbow tie up. But he ducks underneath, swings around Owyns and applies a waistlock from behind. But the waistlock is soon broken up by an elbow to the face from Owyns. He then turns around, knees Kidd in the midsection and applies a side headlock. Owyns tries to cinch in the hold. But before he can, Kidd shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, he knocks down Kidd with a running shoulderblock. After taunting Kidd again, Owyns runs into the ropes. As Owyns comes back, Kidd turns over onto his stomach. Owyns then hops over him before running into the ropes. Kidd then pushes himself up to his feet. When Owyns comes back, Kidd leap frogs over Owyns. But when Kidd turns around, Owyns knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd boos as he quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Owyns picks up Kidd, bends him over and then delivers an elbow to the back of the head. The shot to the head sends Kidd stumbling into the ropes. Owyns then walks up behind, turns Kidd around and hooks his arms behind the top rope.

Clement: Uh oh. This is not where Kidd wants to be, trapped on the ropes with a man like Jack Owyns ready to attack.

While Kidd is helpless, Owyns unleashes a series of right hands to the midsection. The crowd boos as Kidd can be seen cringing in pain. After unhooking his arms, Owyns takes Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Owyns goes for another clothesline. But this time, Kidd ducks. He continues to run into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Owyns catches him in mid air and counters with a fallaway slam. The crowd boos. Owyns gets up, makes his way over to Kidd and picks him back up. He then hoists Kidd up, only to drop him with a belly to back suplex. Owyns turns over and makes the cover.

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Clement: Two count for Owyns. Thus far, I have to say that Owyns looks good in this main event. He's not letting the bright lights phase him.

Clement: This is his home. This is where he belonged the entire time. Why is this such a shock to anyone?

Owyns picks up Kidd, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a series of knee strikes to the midsection, Owyns takes Kidd and whips him into the opposite corner. Owyns charges into the corner. But Kidd nails him with an elbow strike to cheers from the crowd. As Owyns stumbles back, Kidd turns around, springboards up to the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with the Fall From Grace. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Nearfall for Ryan Kidd. Kidd busting out the high risk moves already....

Grayson: He's desperate, that's why. Jack Owyns has controlled this match. And the only way he's going to get back into this match is by doing what he just did there....

Kidd picks up Owyns and whips him into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Kidd knocks him down with a dropsault to cheers from the crowd. Owyns gets back up, but Kidd throws him down with an arm drag. Owyns gets back up, but Kidd throws him back down with another arm drag. Kidd then runs into the ropes. As Owyns gets up, Kidd runs back over and connects with a dropkick, sending Owyns stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Owyns gets up on the outside, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and connects with a baseball slide, knocking Owyns into the barricade. Kidd then gets up and runs back into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he charges forward and connects with a suicide dive, knocking Owyns back into the barricade to cheers from the crowd. But Kidd isn't done yet. He slides back into the ring and waits for Owyns to get back up. As Owyns begins to get up on the outside, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and dives over the top rope with a tope atomico, knocking Owyns down to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: RYAN! RYAN! RYAN! RYAN! RYAN!

Clement: And this crowd is riled up as Ryan Kidd just exploded with a series of offense through the air.

Gayson: He should have been doing this from the start instead of matching strength with a guy like Owyns...

After Kidd gets back up, he slaps hands with some of the fans in the front row before rolling back into the ring. He then crouches down, waiting patiently for Owyns to get back up. As Owyns begins to get back to his feet, Kidd runs beside the ropes before flipping over the top and to the outside with a Fosbury Flop. But Owyns catches him in mid air, charges down ringside and delivers a running powerslam against the barricade. The crowd boos as the thud from the impact can be heard throughout the building.

Clement: Good God what impact!

Grayson: He may have just broken Kidd's back with that one. And what a shame that would be, huh? Oh well....

Owyns stumbles around ringside while Kidd lays down on the ground. He can be seen arching his back in pain. Owyns makes his way back over to Kidd, picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he drags Kidd away from the ropes before making the cover.

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Owyns picks Kidd and delivers a vertical suplex. Kidd can be seen arching his back in pain upon impact. Owyns gets back to his feet, picks up Kidd, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. The crowd boos as Owyns makes the cover.

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Clement: Owyns now repeatedly going to work on the back of Ryan Kidd.

Grayson: That's smart. We just saw what Kidd can do when he goes to the air. But he can't fly with a hurt back, now can he?

After picking up Kidd, Owyns nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. While Kidd is doubled over, Owyns places him in a headlock and goes for a bulldog. But Kidd shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, he knocks down Kidd with a running clothesline to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Kidd and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Kidd stumbles back, Owyns applies a full nelson from behind. The crowd boos as Owyns cinches in the hold. The ref asks Kidd if he wants to give up. But Kidd just shakes his head. So Owyns presses down, applying more pressure to the hold. Kidd can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Kidd if he wants to give up. But again, Kidd refuses to quit. Frustrated that he can't get Kidd to submit, Owyns hoists him up for a full nelson slam. But Kidd counters into a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers.

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Clement: Crafty reversal there by Kidd, but it only gets two....

As both men get up, Owyns charges over and goes for a running clothesline. But Kidd ducks, sending Owyns running into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Kidd knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. The crowd cheers. As Owyns gets back up, Kidd runs over and knocks him down with a step-up enzuguiri. The crowd cheers. When Owyns gets back up, Kidd unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the legs, followed by a roundhouse kick that knocks Owyns down to his knees. While Owyns is dazed, Kidd runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he nails Owyns in the face with a Shining Wizard. The crowd cheers. Kidd makes the cover.

Clement: Right to the face! That may be it..........

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Owyns gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Kidd places his head on his forehead in disbelief.

Grayson: It's going to take more than that to keep Jack Owyns down.

Kidd picks up Owyns and whips him into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Kidd bends over to set up a back body drop. But Owyns stops himself and nails Kidd with a clubbing shot to the back, knocking Kidd down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Kidd holds his back in pain. He then picks up Kidd, brings him over near the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex. The crowd boos as Owyns turns over and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Clement: Now Ryan Kidd is showing that he's got some fight left in him, too.[/b]

Grayson: He should just powerbomb Kidd to the outside and call it a night...

He then picks up Kidd and goes for an irish whip. But Kidd reverses, sending Owyns into the ropes. When Owyns comes back, Kidd goes for the White Light. But Owyns catches his foot to boos from the crowd. Kidd tries to counter with an enzuguiri. But Owyns ducks. He then reaches down, grabs a hold of Kidd's other leg and hoists him up for a wheelbarrow suplex. The crowd boos as Owyns makes the cover.

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Clement: Ryan Kidd again gets his shoulder up! This kid is tougher than people give him credit for.

Owyns picks up Kidd and whips him hard into the corner. As Kidd stumbles out, Owyns delivers a big back body drop. The crowd boos as Kidd arches his back in pain. Owyns then goes over to his legs and tries for a sharpshooter. But Kidd counters with a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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As both men get up, Owyns blasts Kidd in the face with a right hand, knocking him down. He then picks up Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Owyns goes for Bad Meets Evil. But Kidd ducks. When Owyns turns around, Kidd connects with the White Light that dazes him. The crowd cheers. While Owyns is still dazed, Kidd gets up and runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he blasts Owyns in the face with the End Game, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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“Dark Horse” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd!

Cruz: Here is your winner, RYAN KIDD!

Ryan Kidd gets up to his feet and raises his arms in the air. But he quickly winces as he holds his back in pain.

Clement: Ryan Kidd gets the victory in a great back and forth match. Jack Owyns showed me a lot out there.

Grayson: Jack Owyns has been showing you this week in and week out for months now. He just hasn't been given the main event spotlight that he deserves. But I'll give Kidd credit. He fought through the pain and got himself the win. But what does he have left for Final Frontier?

“Fall” by M83 plays over the PA sound system. The crowd’s attention turns to A.J. who is in his black suit with the FGA Heavyweight title across his waist and in his hands is the champagne bottle and drinking glasses. A.J. stops at the top of the entrance ramp looking back as if he’s waiting on someone. After a bit of Fairchild yelling inaudibly over his own music, a couple of little people dressed as elves emerge from the entrance and begin walking down the entrance ramp.

The crowd is cheering as his music dies down and is quickly replaced with “Santa Clause is coming to Town”. A few stagehands emerge from the back carefully carrying a decorated Christmas tree. Finally after much anticipation Santa Clause emerges from the back with a large sack filled with gifts.

The crowd is cheering and in awe as Fairchild walks in step with Santa as he waves and shakes hand with people seated along the ramp way. Making it up to the ring, A.J. opens up the ropes for Santa to easily step into. Ryan Kidd looks bewildered but amused by the fanfare going on as the tree is set in the middle of the ring.

A.J. pops open the champagne and splashes a little in the ring. Pouring the golden elixir in both glasses A.J. hands one to Ryan and immediately calls for a microphone. The music dies down as Santa drops the sack near the Christmas tree.

A.J. Fairchild: “Ryan... Merry Freakin’ Christmas man. I know I started a little early, but there isn’t anything wrong with getting into the Christmas spirit a little early right? Well any ways I’m pretty sure you want to know exactly what’s all this for right? Well I won’t lie… I took a peak at your Christmas wish list… And I found out that you want the FGA Heavyweight Title. Being the good friend I am, I called up Santa, and here we are. So Santa if you will.”

Santa brings out of his bag not a present, but a contract instead.

A.J. Fairchild: “This right here is a contract Ryan... The contract solidifies our match for Final Frontier. It gives you the opportunity to become the FGA Heavyweight Champion. But the other aspect of the contract, is a little gift for myself. You see I’m getting tired of seeing you have all the fun, with No Holds Barred matches and what not, so to give both myself and the FGA fans a treat I’m proposing that our match for Final Frontier, becomes an Best 2 out of 3 Falls Match That's, you and me, trading fall after fall, and only the best wrestler is going to come out and celebrate the new year as champion…”

A.J. raises his glass and takes a long swig of the champagne. He then sets his drink down and takes the title off of his waist and holds it in his free hand.

A.J. Fairchild: “I want you to really think about my offer. I don’t want a spur of the moment answer right now, I really want you to mull over this, and decide if you are willing to go through hell for the chance that you might emerge as champion. So I’ll expect an answer soon enough. Have your people call my people.”

Ryan Kidd: You know what, buddy? I don't think I have to wait too long to come up with an answer. Best 2 out of 3 Falls, huh?

The crowd’s roaring got louder as A.J. nodded while Ryan looked around the arena.

Ryan Kidd: You know I never back down to any kind of fight, A.J.… So YOU’RE ON! At Fear Itself, the best man won. At Final Frontier, the best man will win again... as I beat you two times in one night.

The crowd goes wild as Ryan takes the contract and signs it right then and there. He hands it back to A.J. who has the biggest smirk on his face. With that A.J. snaps his fingers and the elves begin handing out wrapped gifts of FGA wrestling merchandise to fans on the front row. A.J. then gets directly in Ryan’s face holding up his Heavyweight Championship Belt as “Fall” begins to play once more over the PA.