Plymouth DVD Taping (1.26.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Plymouth DVD Taping
Plymouth Memorial Hall
Plymouth, MA

“The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer plays over the Rhode Island convention center p.a. system, walking from the backstage area is no one other than the FGA Champion, A.J. Fairchild, A.J. has his belt around his waist. He walks down to the ring in his FGA “Pissed Off” shirt, the crowd is giving him hell as he walks down to the bottom of the ramp. He gives a nasty look to all of the FGA fans jeering him. He then slides through into the ring under the bottom. His music then dies down as he gets to his feet and grabs the microphone planted for him.

A.J. Fairchild: “I love the smell of Rhode Island… It always makes me so damn grateful that I live in Manhattan.”

(The crowd doesn’t take kindly to this as they boo him even louder)

A.J. Fairchild: “What? No one held a gun to everyone’s foreheads here and told them they had to live here… We all make choices in life; everyone in this building has made a choice… in the not so distant past of November two-thousand and twelve, I distinctly remember that you all made the choice to cheer me on as I won the FGA Championship. Great, awesome, congratulations… But somewhere along the way you all got hungry for the bullshit that a man named Ryan Kidd started force feeding you. I mean how could you possibly fight it? His sunny disposition, his wild erratic pre-match dancing, his (A.J. makes the quote, unquote finger gesture) unbreakable spirit.”

(The fans take up a “Ryan Kidd” chant)

A.J. Fairchild: “But here lies a problem. I’m allergic to bullshit, I’m allergic to the hype, the propaganda, and the politics. I’m allergic to the notion that Ryan Kidd is the face of the new generation of pro wrestling. I’m allergic to the distractions, and the detours. That’s why…”

(The fans cut A.J. off with an “A.J. Sucks” chant)

A.J. Fairchild: “I said that’s why I did what I did to Ryan Kidd and his stupid girlfriend. Believe me when I say that I’m not sorry, and that I’d do it all over again. Hell maybe I could top what I did to him, since obviously I’m the best and the only one who could top me is myself… You all want to know another reason why I did it?... Of course you do… I did what I did because growing up people have taken from me over and over again. I did nothing but pour my heart my soul and my sweat, and my blood into everything I did. And when I see people like Ryan Kidd, the pious Pat Gordon Jr. and an assortment of other losers, I get sick. Sick at the fact that you all have chosen these A.J. Fairchild knockoffs to be your heroes. I’m FGA’s superman… I am your hero, your champion, your alpha and your omega! ”

(The fans boo even louder)

A.J. Fairchild: “Was… I was your knight in shining armor but not anymore. I’m done with you people judging me, I’m done with you people influencing how I act, what I say, and what I think… I’m done being the stand-up guy that everyone had me pegged for. Because the honest truth ladies and gentlemen… is that I am a winner. I have beaten the odds, I have scaled the ladders of success and I have won the rat race in FGA. I don’t need the backing of supporters, I don’t need the adulation of all the boys and girls, and I certainly (A.J. takes off his t-shirt and throw sit to the side)… I certainly don’t need FGA!”

(Suddenly, A.J. Fairchild is cut off as "Light Up The Sky" explodes over the PA. The crowd goes into a frenzy as Ryan Kidd slowly steps through the curtain. He has anger written all over his face. A shot in the ring shows A.J. being more than annoyed with Kidd's interruption.)

Kidd: Let's get a couple of things straight, "friend."

I never force fed these people anything. They took to me. They took to my story on their own. The support that I got from all of these fans happened naturally. Nothing was manufactured. Nothing was manipulated. These people choose me. And they choose me over you because they saw through all of your crap!

(The crowd cheers as Kidd continues to shoot daggers down into the ring.)

Kidd: And you know what? They saw it even before I did. Could you blame me? There was no way that my "good buddy" A.J. Fairchild could be jealous of me. Hey, he's the one that beat me at Fear Itself for the New Frontiers Cup. He's the one that beat Chandler for the FGA Championship. So yeah, he's getting a little cocky... and cockier... and cockier. But he's a kid that's on top of the world. What was I supposed to expect? Well, for one, I expected you not to stab me in the back. I expect you to treat me with respect. And I certainly didn't expect you to hit my girlfriend in the head with your title. But me, being naive, wanting to believe in you, gave you the benefit of the doubt. 'Maybe it was an accident' I kept saying to myself. 'Maybe it really was all Preston's fault.' And while he is to blame for a lot of what happened, I was still uncertain about how much to blame you. But what happened two weeks ago in Woodbridge, that was no accident. There was no mistake. You knowingly did what you did. And out of what? Pettiness? Jealousy?

(The crowd boos as A.J., looking bored out of his mind, moves his finger in a circle as if to tell Ryan Kidd to hurry up.)

Kidd: I will never forgive you what you did to Vikki. You want to cheap shot me? Fine. Hit me in the head? Fine. But you laid your hands on her. Not once, but twice. And for that, you're going to pay.

(The crowd cheers)

Kidd: So what I'm suggesting is this, A.J. How about I bring the fight to you? How about we take this fight to your backyard? You want to bring ladders into this? Fine. Then how about we bring a ladder to Manhattan, New York. At Pride, Honor & Excellence, how about Fairchild-Kidd III..... in a Ladder Match!

(The crowd cheers. A "Ladder Match" chant breaks out. But A.J. doesn't seem amused.)

A.J. Fairchild: Let me get this straight. You want me... in a Ladder Match... for MY FGA Championship... At Pride, Honor & Excellence. Let me see here. How about... NO!

(Fairchild smirks as the crowd boos. Kidd is irate.)

A.J. Fairchild: Don't get it confused, Kidd. It's not the Ladder Match that I'm objecting to. I'm objecting to ever having to face you again. Let's remind everyone of what's happened the past few months. Let's remind everyone of all the big chances you've blown. You choked against me at Fear Itself. You choked against Ryu Kanata. You choked at FRONTIER vs FGA to the point that Chandler had to save the day and get the pin for FGA. And then you choked again against me at Final Frontier. The bottom lime, Ryan, is that you don't deserve another title shot. And you're not getting one. Not now. Not ever. I'd say don't quit your day job. But you're an even worse skateboarder than you are a wrestler.

(Fairchild laughs as the crowd boos)

Kidd: I figured you would say that, A.J. And to that, all I have to say is...

Kidd drops the mic and runs down to the ring to cheers from the crowd. As soon as he slides in, Fairchild goes over to attack him. But Kidd delivers a double leg takedown. The crowd cheers as Kidd mounts himself on top of Fairchild and lunges down with punches to the face. Fairchild tries to cover up, but the punches still connect. Fairchild then reaches up and pokes Kidd in the eye. The crowd boos as the cheap shop gives Fairchild a chance to roll out of the ring with his FGA Championship belt. Once at ringside, Fairchild runs, hops over the barricade and takes off through the crowd. Once Kidd is able to see out of his other eye, he rolls to the outside and takes off after Kidd....

[FGA Office]

[Backstage at the Plymouth Memorial Hall - we see Johnny Blayze standing in front of an FGA banner wearing his ring gear and a pink "WYNN Las Vegas" t-shirt. His hair is spiked up and Oakleys sit among the spikes.]

Blayze: So Dani Tyler….you want to come across like you got something to prove? You wanna act like you're this big time party girl and throw out nonsense about me not being welcome in over half the clubs you frequent?

Well go right ahead but know this sweetheart….those clubs you lay claim to have a reputation in….

*I* put them on the map.

[He flexes, making his shirt tight and to accentuate what it says on the front]

Blayze: Just like I put TAO and WYNN on the map.

And just like after I beat you tonight, i'll put you on the map as the biggest bitch a** loser to ever run their mouth in this business.

So go ahead and bring your sister, Tiami, to the ring with you…hell you can bring the whole Tyler clan with you…Steven, Bonnie, and Aisha…and let's not forget the biggest one of 'em all…Tyler Perry….

Because I'll do to them the same I'll do to you and to anyone else here in FGA…

in the words of my man Al Pacino….

I'm gonna take a FLAMETHROWER to this place!

Maybe THEN you'll see just how "dim" my fire truly is.

See you in the ring, sweetheart!

[And we fade as he walks off-camera]

[FGA Office]

Danielle Tyler vs. Johnny Blayze

"Love in Cold Blood" hits the PA as Dani heads out to the ring to a chorus of boos. Down the ramp, she just rolls her eyes in her head, turning on her heel as she heads up the steps, ignoring the crowd. Getting in the ring, her eyes are focused on the staging area as she awaits her opponent.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Weighing in at 125 pounds…..DANIELLE TYLER!

Clement: Dani is making her in ring debut tonight as is her opponent. With the influx of new, hungry stars into the FGA ranks you have to imagine that both of them want to turn some heads and set themselves apart from all of the other new signees.

Grayson: Turn my head? That’s the LAST thing I want to do when looking at Dani, unless you mean turning my OTHER…….

Clement: Will you please stop it?!

The lights go dark and red spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Firestarter" by The Prodigy begins to play over the sound system. The fans bang against the steel guardrails in time with the beat as through the black curtain separating backstage from the main arena bursts a Caucasian male with an athletic build and cocoa butter tan (accentuated by baby oil) and short spiky brown hair. He is wearing tight white shorts with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, white knee and elbow pads, and white boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. Blayze raises his fists in the air and the lights go back on as he struts down to the ring, slapping hands and bumping fists with fans on both sides of the aisle.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Daytona Beach, Florida… Weighing in at 215 pounds…this is “Hot Stuff” JOHNNY BLAYZE!

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before leaping up on to the turnbuckles in the nearby corner, raising his fists in the air once more as his music fades and he is introduced to the crowd.

Grayson: Here’s her opponent and boy, he looks like a winner doesn’t he?

Clement: You don’t have much good to say about anyone, do you?

The bell rings and both Blayze and Danielle circle one another a few times before locking up. Blayze locks on a side headlock immediately and Danielle nails some shots to his side. She goes to shove him off of her, but Johnny hangs on and instead slams her down to the mat, keeping the headlock on her. Danielle manages to kick her legs around and gets a foot on the bottom rope. The ref makes Blayze break and get to his feet, which he does. Danielle slowly gets to her feet as well and turns around just as Johnny comes at her looking for a clothesline. She ducks it, gets behind him and pushes him front first into the nearest turnbuckle.

Clement: A dubious move by Tyler and now she’s got Johnny reeling in the corner.

Grayson: Dubious? It looked like a hell of a counter from where I’m sitting!

Blayze turns around just as Danielle takes off towards him and leaps up with a running elbow smash to his jaw. Blayze staggers out of the corner holding his jaw in pain as Tyler gets into the corner. She waits for Blayze to turn toward her before she uses the top rope to lift herself up. She almost does a headstand on the top turnbuckle for a moment before her body swings down and she uses both of her feet to kick Blayze square in the chest! The crowd boos as Blayze falls to the mat clutching at his chest and his jaw now. He slowly gets to his hands and knees, but Danielle wastes little time in taking off after him and punt kicking him in the ribs. Blayze tumbles through the middle and bottom rope to the apron.

Grayson: Look at this, she’s wiping the mat with this loser!

Clement: Danielle Tyler is displaying some effective offense here, not even allowing Johnny Blayze to remotely get up here.

Blayze uses the ropes to pull himself up on the apron, but as he rests against them, Tyler takes off and nails him hard, sending him flying back off of the apron and colliding side first into the barricade around ringside. Blayze collapses to the floor, holding his side and howling in pain as the fans boo Danielle. She wastes no time, though, quickly rolling out of the ring and laying into Blayze with a flurry of kicks before she pulls him up to his feet. She elbows him once, then again in the jaw before whipping him across the ringside area and into the barricade there backfirst. Blayze staggers away holding his side and limping a little but Danielle picks him up and drops him chest first across the top of the barricade. The crowd really boos, laying into the young woman with various shouts and colorful phrases before she grabs Blayze by the hair and rolls him into the ring.

Clement: Tyler used that barricade around ringside to her advantage and I have to believe that Blayze is having a hard time breathing after that onslaught to his chest and ribs.

Grayson: And if he can’t breathe, he can’t wrestle…….it’s great strategy really.

Tyler rolls in after him and hooks the leg as the referee gets down to count.

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Blayze kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Danielle sits up and glares a little bit at the referee before getting up and laying into Johnny with kicks. Blayze crawls over to the ropes and grabs the bottom one, which causes the referee to step between them and make Danielle back up. She does, but once Blayze gets up and turns toward her, she lunges at him with a spear. Blayze manages to side step it and sends her bouncing chest first off of the middle rope. She turns toward him and he catches her with a side belly to belly suplex that gets the crowd to it’s feet!

Clement: And that right there may have been the opening that Blayze needed!

Grayson: Yeah, but he won’t get too far with that rib cage the way she was working it over. The more the match goes on, the more air he’s going to need and if his ribs are aching, breathing will hurt him.

Blayze gets to his feet, holding his side with a pained expression. He waits for her to get to her feet before he bounces off of the ropes and comes at her with a springboard moonsault off of the second rope. She steps away from it, then goes to kick him in the midsection. He grabs her foot, but she leaps up and twists her body into a mule kick that gets him square on the side that’s been bothering him. Johnny staggers back into the ropes with a yelp of pain. Danielle sizes him up for a moment, then charges in at him, but at the last second Blayze leaps up to avoid her. She catches him by the waist and wastes no time at all in slamming him to the mat. She quickly hooks a leg as the ref counts!

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Blayze kicks out to a thunderous roar from the crowd!

Daniella sits up and shrieks at the referee for a moment, clearly thinking that it was a three count. But when that seems to get her nowhere, she gets to her feet and kicks at Johnny in frustration before she lifts him to his feet and whips him against a corner. She charges in, lifting a knee into his jaw. She grabs a hold of his head and goes for a bulldog out of the corner, but at the last second Blayze tosses her off of him and to the mat. She goes to get up and it’s then that Blayze charges at her and nails a step up enziguri that lays her out cold! He rolls her over and goes for the cover with the fans counting along with the referee.

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Danielle kicks out

Blayze sits up, holding his ribs but he gets up and grabs Danielle by the arm. He pulls her up to her feet and nails a shoulder tackle that takes her to her knees, then he whips her across the ring into a corner. He charges in after her with a splash, but he quickly takes her and seats her on the top rope. He gets onto the middle rope and then grabs her to go for a superplex. The crowd cheers, but then quickly boos as Danielle rakes Johnny in the eyes. She then gets her feet onto the outside of the ropes and grabs Blayze by the hair. She leaps off of the turnbuckle and onto the apron, dropping Blayze throat first across the top rope as she does so. The fans boo but Danielle seems to give a damn less as she gets up and goes back to the corner, climbing to the top rope where she wastes little time in leaping off with a splash that catches Blayze square on the chest! She stays on him for a pin!

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Grayson: Johnny Blayze kicks out again!

Clement: What’s it going to take for her to keep him down? She’s tried to bust up his ribs, she’s choked him on the top rope…..

Danielle gets up and pulls Blayze to his feet, where she gets behind him and nails a German suplex. Blayze holds onto his side as he rolls over onto the mat, but Danielle seems to size him up as she gets to her feet. She waits for Blayze to slowly make it up before she springs into action with a super kick! Blayze ducks it, however and when she turns around, he boots her in the gut to double her over and then plants her into the mat with a rocker dropper! He rolls her over and hooks her legs.

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“Firestarter” begins to play as Blayze gets up and gets his hand raised by the referee.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner………JOHNNY BLAYZE!

Grayson: He did it! How in the hell did Johnny Blayze do it?!

Clement: What a match and what spirit from Blayze to fight through all of the pain in his ribs. These two wanted to impress everyone and make a heck of a first impression and I think that Blayze did just that. He showed real character in that ring and earned this victory.

Grayson: Yeah, well he’s lucky he’s able to even stand after the punishment Danielle dished out on him.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage for a DVD extra as we find one half of The Murder, Dom Harter sat down, slumped back against a wall. He is ready dressed in his ring and entrance attire, as well as an official FGA baseball cap.)

Dom Harter: Well, it looks like somebody needs to get off their high horse, Junior. The air of moral superiority that surrounds you, it’s nauseating. It's obscene and it's vile.

(Harter smirks to himself before continuing.)

Dom Harter: And that's coming from me. I mean, Junior, two weeks ago in Woodbridge you failed to save Mangold from the clutches of the Godkiller. And it took three of you to run us off before we could put that over rated sack of human waste in a wheelchair for the rest of his miserable little life. You were too late to save Demore, his stupidity finished the job though. And now, now you’ve got some lackeys. But Pooler can't save you, O'Hare can't save you. Kidd, Corella, Bond, Tyler ... None of them are going to step up and stand by your side. Maybe you'll get lucky and He'll--(Dom points upward towards the Heavens)--come down and save you.

(Harter chuckles to himself before standing up, pushing himself away from the wall. He removes the cap and tosses it down on a nearby table as he walks down the corridor.)

Dom Harter: See what happens in that ring tonight, Junior. (Harter points ahead of himself, towards where we imagine the ring is) See what I do to Magna in that ring, see what Malcolm does to Edison and Pooler before he secures his place in the finals of the tournament. You can watch in horror as your future is shown to you, the future you chose when you decided to oppose us. When you decided to oppose The Murder. The path you have chosen to walk is a long lonely path and piece by piece, person by person, we are taking each and every one willing to stand by you and we are disposing of them like the carrion waste they are ... Soon, Junior, it will be your turn…

(Dom smirks for the camera once more as he walks out of scene and towards the ring.)

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Dom Harter

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina.... Weighing in at 145 pounds.... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Clement: Camellia is one of the many new faces in the locker room but tonight she’s got a huge opportunity to make an impact tonight against a man that’s one of the faster rising stars in the ranks here.

Grayson: Yeah, I don’t think she knows just what she’s got herself into. I guarantee you that Dom Harter isn’t too thrilled after losing to Leon Corella in the opening round of the Pride Championship Tournament.

The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off his opponent as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada..... Weighing in at 235 pounds.... He is "The Tenacious Little Bastard", DOM HARTER!

Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for the match to begin.

Clement: Harter’s looking to bounce back with a win after what happened in that match with Corella, but he can’t take Camellia too lightly. From what I’ve heard, she’s no slouch at all and is very capable of making anyone pay for underestimating her.

The bell rings and Harter rushes across the ring and nails a flurry of shots to Camellia. He doubles her over and nails clubbing shot after clubbing shot to her back before he elbows her on the back of the head. She falls to a knee and Harter takes the opening to rush into the ropes and come back with a knee that catches her right on the side of the skull. Camellia falls to her back and Harter smirks as he looks down at her, shaking his head.

Grayson: Harter’s looking none too impressed and neither am I. He’s knocked her into next week!

Clement: What do you expect? He jumped her right at the bell!

Harter drops an elbow across Cami’s chest and then gets up to drop another. The fans boo as Dom gets up and places a foot across Cami’s throat. He reaches out and grabs the top rope for leverage as he puts his weight on the foot and chokes the life out of her. The fans boo and quickly start a “You suck!” chant aimed at Dom. The referee yells at him to get off of her, but once it becomes apparent that he isn’t the ref starts a five count.

Ref: One…………….two……………three……………..four………………….

Harter finally lets up on Cami, but not for long as he immediately begins laying into her with some kicks. Cami rolls toward the ropes and reaches out to grab the bottom one and then the middle one in an effort to pull herself up. Harter lets up, but it’s obvious he has something in mind as he backs off from her. He waits for Camellia to get to her feet and turn around before he charges at her. At the last second, Cami gets her feet up and catches him in the jaw with a kick! Harter staggers back and Cami takes the opportunity to leap up onto the middle rope and back at him with a back elbow that’s right on the button and catches him on the chest! The fans cheer as Cami gets up.

Clement: Cami’s found an opening here and it looks like she’s taking advantage of it!

Camellia waits for Harter to get to his feet before she charges at him and nails a flying forearm to his skull. He falls to the mat again, but slowly gets up. When he does, Cami’s there to nail a knee lift to his chest. Harter doubles over and takes a step back as Cami nails a picture perfect roundhouse kick that lays Harter out! With the fans cheering, she drops down and goes for the cover!

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Harter kicks out to boos!

Camellia gets up and kicks at him before she grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him up to a kneeling position. It’s there that she nails a kick to his chest, then one to his back, then one to his chest again. She finishes it off with a with a buzz saw kick to the back of his head that lays him out. The fans cheer her as she takes one look at the downed Harter and then goes over to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope.

Clement: Cami with some lethal kicks and after that last one, I think Harter may need some Tylenol.

Grayson: Now she’s going up to the high rent district. I don’t know what she’s got in mind but for her sake, I hope she connects.

Cami stands up on the top rope and watches as Harter gets to his feet. When he turns toward her, Cami leaps off of the top rope with a missile dropkick. The fans boo, however, as Dom moves out of the way and watches as Cami drops to the mat. She holds her lower back, but Harter immediately grabs her by the right leg and begins kicking at it viciously. After no less than ten kicks, he rolls her onto her stomach and lifts the leg up, only to drop it down knee first into the mat! The fans boo as Dom smirks at his handiwork, letting Cami favor her leg for a second before he drags her over to the ropes. He nails her with a few kicks to the skull, then he drapes her right leg across the bottom rope. Stepping up onto the middle rope, he launches himself up and comes down knee first across her leg. Cami yelps in pain as Harter kneels there on the mat, staring at her as she grabs her leg and rolls around in pain.

Grayson: Well, it looks like Dom’s taken care of those kicks of hers, huh?

Clement: Harter’s taken a rather big part of this young woman’s offense away by working over that leg. I mean, it’s not just her kicks. It takes her speed and any high risk moves she has in her arsenal away from her as well.

The crowd’s “you suck!” chant starts up again as Harter kicks her a few times, then seems to get an idea. He drops to the mat and rolls to the outside of the ring before reaching in and grabbing her by the right leg. He quickly pulls her into the corner and wastes no time in smacking her knee first against the ring post. Cami howls in pain as the crowd boos with the ringside fans shouting various colorful remarks at Harter with some even flipping him off. Dom pays no mind to it, grabbing her leg and ramming it against the post again. Cami shrieks as she pulls her leg back inside of the ring and tries to crawl toward the middle of the ring, away from him. She gets to her hands and knees and tries to stand up, but her leg nearly buckles under her as she does so. She manages to steady herself out, but Dom slides into the ring behind her and shoulder blocks the back of her right leg. She tumbles to the mat and he quickly gets on her and goes for the cover.

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NO. Camellia kicks out! The fans cheer for her, but Dom seems less than pleased as he sits up.

Clement: Somehow she managed to kick out!

Harter gets to his feet and stomps down on Cami a few times before he pulls her up to her feet. He sets her up for a vertical suplex and hoists her up, but Cami manages to float over and fall to her feet behind him. She stumbles back a step and rubs her leg real quick. As Harter turns toward her, Cami nails him in the jaw with an uppercut, then another and another. Harter staggers back into the ropes, but teeters toward her, allowing her to nail a hip toss on him. The crowd cheers and Harter gets back up quickly, but Camellia nails him with a shot to the jaw, then another. She backs him against the ropes, then fires him across the ring. Harter comes rushing back and Camellia manages to get her leg up in time to damn near take Dom’s head off with a kick! The fans roar their approval as Cami gets down and hooks a leg!

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NOOOOOOOO! Harter gets a shoulder up!

The crowd boos a little as Cami gets to her feet and uses her good leg to stomp down on Dom a few times before she grabs him by the head and pulls him up. She sets him up for a DDT, but he knees her on her right leg and shoves her off of him. He nails a stiff kick to her right knee, followed by a dropkick to it, taking her legs right out from under her. The fans boo as Dom gets up and immediately rolls her onto her back and grabs her by the legs. He falls back, catapulting her toward a corner, but somehow she manages to land on the ropes, holding on for dear life.

Grayson: Dom! Look behind you! She’s on the ropes!

Clement: Camellia’s climbing to the middle rope and Dom don’t have a clue as to what’s going on!

The fans cheer as Dom gets up and turns around just as Cami stands up on the middle rope. She leaps through the air and manages to grab Dom by the head on the way down, spiking him sharply into the mat! Dom bounces up from the impact and lands on his back, laid out as the fans cheer. Cami crawls over to him and covers him! The fans count along with the referee!

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Harter kicks out!

The crowd boos and Cami gets up, grabbing Harter by the head. She nails him with a few elbows to the head, then whips him across the ring. As he comes off the ropes, she goes for a clothesline but Harter ducks it. He wastes no time in chop blocking her from behind, causing her to tumble to the mat. The fans boo as Dom gets up, laying in wait for something. When Camellia manages to get up, Harter grabs her from behind and quickly gets her in a pump handle. He lifts her up, then piledrives her down before he gets on her and hooks both of her legs.

Grayson: Goodnite to the World and Goodnite to Cami!

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“Superunknown” hits as Harter stands up, getting his hand raised by the referee to boos and shouts of hatred rained down on him from the fans.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!

Clement: Dom manages to walk away with the win, but Cami showed a lot of fire and heart out there tonight.

Grayson: Yeah and she also got her leg nearly obliterated. Harter wrestled a smart match and he’s walking away with his hand raised because of it.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

The PA system goes from dead silence to starting to play the opening guitar strums riff of "The Mob Goes Wild" by Clutch. Suddenly...

Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance.
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders
Into a trance...

The guitar continues to play as the lights dim, lights flashing around the entrance curtain in time with the drums that start. As soon as the vocals kick in, coming out from the backstage area is...THE DIRECTOR OF EXODUS PRO WRESTLING, JONATHAN COLLINS! Collins is dressed in black suit with a white tie, coming out as he grins a little. The crowd warms up to the long-time veteran of the sport, slapping a few hands as he walks down to the ring. Climbing the steps as he wipes his feet on the ring apron, he steps into the ring and calls for a mic as he waves to the crowd again.

Jonathan Collins: Well hello, friends! Good to see we've got some good times going on here in Plymouth! *the crowd cheers as Collins leans against the ropes before speaking again* You know, I actually used to hit up the mall in Kingston when we'd tour this way sometimes. There and Hanover were kind of my two favorite places to shop outside of Boston. Funny how here I am, back here for the first time in...man, I can't even remember. Pretty crazy, right?

So I'm actually out here, because I've got some pretty exciting news. Frontier Grappling Arts cut a little business deal with EXODUS Pro Wrestling. They've got the east, we're conquering the west...and we've reached a working agreement!

(The crowd cheers a little at the news, and a few "smart" fans start to chant "EX-PRO! EX-PRO!")

Jonathan Collins: It's really pretty good, honestly. I think there's a lot to be excited about here with this arrangement. Maybe you guys want to see Pat Gordon Jr. or Ryan Kidd over in EXODUS Pro? Maybe you guys want me to bring over Fiona Rourke or Johnny Cannon here? There's a lot we can do with this working arrangement, and I'm hoping we can see use of all of our resources. I'm not promising miracles, but we're seeing the roots of it already. In two weeks at our first iPPV March of War...which you can purchase over on our official website, Dom Harter from this company will be competing in our first ever Twitter Invitational! He, along with five others, will be competing in an elimination match to determine the next challenger for International Champion Fiona Rourke...

...not like I think a Frontier Grappling Arts star could actually beat Fiona Rourke.

(The crowd? Well they're not sure how to take that, so Collins puts his hand up for a moment to allow himself a chance to elaborate.)

Jonathan Collins: Now, now...I'm not trying to slander this company. First off, to slander, I'd actually have to say something that's a flat out lie. This isn't a lie, it's an opinion. And secondly, it's an opinion that's pretty close to being fact. Don't think I haven't been paying attention to what's going on around here. I've seen what sort of people you put in this ring. You have good talent, but then you get these guys that look like the local wrestling school put spandex on a fat kid and crapped him out. We have standards in EXODUS Pro. I expect top notch athletes, not wrestlers who are a baby step above backyarders.

(Without music or fanfare, out from the back emerges Tigre Oro. Stepping into the ring, he looks ready to confront Collins over the words, leaving Jon to point to him, a bit of a sardonic grin on his face.)

Jonathan Collins: Wait, wait, I did my homework here...Tigre Oro, right? That's...special. Listen, I totally get what's going on here. You're the new kid, trying to ingratiate yourself with the crowd by defending FGA's honor. You want the audence to really get behind that plucky new kid! *for emphasis, Jon taps Tigre's shoulder with his fist in a condescending but not threatening manner* Listen, I said everything I needed to say. I came out here, I announced the agreement, and I have to get back to San Diego. First off, we have a show tomorrow. Secondly, it's warmer there. I don't know about you, but that's enough of a reason to leave Plymouth. Not like I dislike it here or anything, but man oh man...there's enough here to make anyone want to get out.

(Collins goes to leave, but Tigre reaches for his shoulder. Collins shrugs him off as he hands the microphone back to the ring announcer. Tigre tries again as Collins goes back the other way to leave for the back, but again Jon brushes him off. At this point, Tigre seems annoyed, and he goes to reach for Collins one more time before Collins swipes his hand back, looking to have nailed Tigre Oro with a backfist! Collins immediately stops as Tigre is down, possibly out, but he's unsure. Running a hand through his hair, he looks in stunned disbelief, calling out for a trainer to help him. As he does this, Collins looks genuinely concerned for what happened, and he starts looking ready to check up on the athlete himself as he sighs, regretting his decision.)

Clement: What the heck was that?

Grayson: What do you mean?

Clement: Jonathan Collins, the Director of Exodus Pro Wrestling, just decked Tigre Oro! It's bad enough that he had to come out here and badmouth the company. Now this?

Grayson: Calm down. I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself. Of course Collins is going to be confident in his wrestlers. He wouldn't be apart of Ex-Pro if he weren't. And it was clearly an accident. You seen the concern that's written all over that man's face. Besides, maybe if Tigre didn't stick is nose in business where it didn't belong, he wouldn't be seeing stars.

Clement: Maybe you're right. Maybe this was just an accident. But I can tell you one thing. When Oro comes to his senses, he is not going to be a happy camper...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Akrista O'Hare vs. Aaron Blaize

The crowd is stunned, and goes quiet for a moment as this HUGE "BOOOM" sound shakes the arena, one commonly heard when someone "throws the switch." The lights go pitch black as the crowd jeers, flashbulbs going off randomly through out as well. After what seems like a few agonizing moments, "Last of the Real" by Stone Sour starts to play from the PA. Just as the music picks up in tone, the arena lights come back up… and AARON BLAIZE is seen on the stage!

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas.... Weighing in at 229 pounds.... He is "The Viper" AARON BLAIZE!

The crowd is heard booing wildly now as Blaize takes his time to survey the crowd around him, scowling and cocking his head upward as he glares into the masses. Blaize then begins to saunter down the ramp, ever so slowly. The lights begin to pulsate with the beat of the song in red and golden hues. Blaize finally makes it to the ring, the crowd heard booing as Blaize slowly and methodically stalks up the ring steps, ducking into the ring, the lights now seen quickening in their strobing. Blaize hops up onto the turnbuckle, staring into the crowd before him, looking down at them all as if they were churning his stomach. A sour expression etched over his face. He then tosses his arms out to his sides and glances skyward, closing his eyes, taking in all the negativity flowing towards him. He returns his demonic blue gaze to the crowd as he hops down and crosses the ring. Blaize hops up on the opposite turnbuckle now as another riff takes over, the lights seen spiraling and strobing around him. Blaize surveys the crowd once more with a look of disdain as "Last of the Real" fades, the lights coming back up to normal.

Clement: The infamous Aaron Blaize making his FGA debut here tonight. Tell us about Aaaron Blaize.

Grayson: There are dangerous people. And then there is Aaron Blaize. We've had a lot of guys come through here in recent months with a lot of buzz around them. A lot of them put on this act about how they're this and they're that. With Aaron Blaize, there is no act. Whatever comes out of his mouth, he means it 110%. When he says he's going to do something, he does it to a T. And those are the most dangerous people, Kev.

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.... She is the "Gray Angel" 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, waiting for her opponent.

Clement: Akrista O'Hare is on a bit of a slide as of late. But I've seen the comments from her earlier this week. And she looks fired up!

Grayson: Oh yeah, she's most definitely pissed. And can you really blame her? Between the string of bad luck in the ring, coupled with The Murder circling over her, I'd be ticked off, too.

The bell sounds as Aki runs over and hammers away with a series of right hands to the face.

Grayson: And Akrista now not wasting any time whatsoever as she hammers away on The Viper!

Aki contineus with the punches. But Blaize grabs her and shoves her down to the canvas. But Aki rolls back up, runs over and unleashes another series of right hands to the face. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos once Blaize knees her in the midsection. While Aki is doubled over, Blaize grabs her, turns and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. But Aki gets right back up, slides into the ring and brings Blaize down with a double leg takedown. She then mounts herself on to of Blaize before delivering another series of rights and lefts to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Akrista is absolutely relentless in there.

Grayson: We've never seen this side of her before!

Blaize tries to cover up, but some of the punches still connect. She then stands up over Blaize and delivers five stomps to the chest. After reaching down and picking him up, Aki brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Blaize around, Aki unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. She then takes Blaize and whips him towards the opposite corner. She follows him across the ring. But Blaize delivers a turnbuckle headstand into a double foot mule kick to the chest, knocking her down. The crowd boos.

Clement: Nice counter there by Blaize.

Grayson: He may have knocked the wind right out of her.

Blaize picks up Aki, shoves her into the corner and unleashes three stiff elbow strikes to the face. He then takes Aki and whips her back into the previous corner. Blaize runs over and connects with a turnbuckle dropkick, knocking her down to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Aki kicks out.

Blaize picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Aki comes back, Blaize goes for another elbow smash. But Aki ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Blaize knocks her down with a clothesline. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Clement: Akrista kicks out!

Blaize picks her up and delivers an arm wringer. The ref asks Aki if she wants to give up. Once she refuses to quit, Blaize delivers another arm wringer.... and another. After Blaize tries to yank her arm from out of its socket, the ref asks her if she wants to quit. Once Aki refuses to quit, Blaize delivers yet another arm wringer. After blocking out the pain, Aki rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of her own. The crowd cheers. Blaize can be seen cringing in pain as Aki tries to yank his arm from out of its socket. The ref asks Blaize is he wants to give up. When Blaize refuses to quit, Aki delivers another arm wringer. As Blaize continues to cringe in pain, Aki brings him over towards the ropes. After delivering another arm wringer, Aki walks up the turnbuckles and then begins to tightrope walk along the top rope. Once she walks towards the middle of the top rope, she leaps off and connects with a flying clubbing shot to the back of the arm, sending Blaize down on all fours. She quickly grabs his arm and rolls him up in a la magistral.

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Blaize kicks out.

After both wrestlers get up, Aki runs towards the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Blaize stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Blaize tries to climb back up onto the apron, Aki runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle and connects with a rebound dropkick, knocking Blaize off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Blaize slowly gets up on the outside, Aki runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she charges forward and leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive, knocking Blaize down on the outside to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Akrista O'Hare with her Superman-like dive over the top rope! And she's got this crowd solidly behind her!

Crowd: AKRISTA! AKRISTA! AKRISTA!

Aki picks up Blaize and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, she makes the cover.

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Blaize gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Only two.

Aki picks up Blaize and whips him into the corner. She charges into the corner at him. But Blaize counters with a European Uppercut, sending her stumbling back. While Aki is momentarily dazed, Blaize quickly steps through the ropes and delivers a springboard DDT to boos from the crowd. He turns her over and makes the cover.

Grayson: He just planted her head-first into the canvas!

Clement: This could be it....

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Aki gets his shoulder up.

Blaize picks up Aki, places her in a facelock, turns over and drops her with a neckbreaker. He then gets up and bounces into the ropes. When Blaize comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Aki gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Another nearfall there by Blaize.

Grayson: I don't think she's got much left.

Clement: I think she's got a lot left. You saw the fire that she came out with. And that fire is still there in her eyes. She's not going down easy.

Blaize picks up Aki and whips her into the corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a Shining Wizard. The crowd boos as he leads a groggy Aki from out of the corner and follows up with a Complete Shot. He turns her over and makes the cover.

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Grayson: THREE!

Clement: No, Aki gets her shoulder up!

The crowd cheers....

Blaize gets up, grabs Aki by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. After sizing her up, he unleashes the Blaizing Combo, fishing off with a bulldog to boos from the crowd. He then gets up and heads into the corner. He crouches down, waiting impatiently for Aki to get back up to her feet.

Clement: What he got in mind?

Grayson: I don't know. But it can't be good for O'Hare....

As Aki gets up on all fours, she tries to shake off the cobwebs. Just then, Blaize darts from out of the corner and goes for the Blaize of Glory. But Aki senses it coming and catches his foot. The crowd cheers. Aki still has a hold of his foot as she gets back up to her feet. Blaize, in a fit on anger, takes wild swings at her. But she moves herself out of the way. After she's had her fun, she throws Blaize down with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd cheers. As Blaize gets back up, Aki reaches down, lifts up the same leg and throws him back down with another dragonscrew. The crowd cheers. As Blaize slowly gets back up to his feet, Aki grabs him from the side, lifts him up an delivers a shinbreaker. As Blaize hobbles on one knee, Aki runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Blaize stumbling towards the ropes. Blaize then falls down across the middle rope, setting him up in perfect position. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh boy...

Clement: You know what's coming next!

Once Aki sees Blaize in position, she runs towards the ropes. When she comes back, she charges forward, swings through the ropes and goes for the 6-1-7. But Blaize catches her legs to boos from the crowd. After standing back up to his feet and hooking his arms underneath her legs, he leans back, catapulting her throat-first against the top rope. The crowd boos as Aki goes down, clutching her neck in pain. Blaize has a sick smirk on his face as he casually makes his way back over towards her.

Clement: What a counter there by Blaize!

Grayson: Perfectly timed, too.

After yanking Aki back up by the hair, he hoists her up and sits her down across the top rope. He's about to grab her when she nails him with a left hand. She then nails him with another left.... and another. After unhooking her legs, she reaches out and delivers a front kick to the face, sending Blaize stumbling back. After Aki stands up on the top rope, Blaize heads over towards the corner. But she leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

Clement: She may have it here....

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Grayson: No!

Blaize gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs....

Aki picks up Blaize, only to deliver a spinning heel kick to the back that knocks him down across the middle rope. Once Blaize is in position, Aki runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she charges forward, swings through the ropes and connects with the 6-1-7. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And there it is!

Aki waits on the apron for Blaize to get up. Once a dazed Blaize slowly gets up and turns around, she springboards onto the top rope and goes for a flying clothesline. But Blaize leaps up in mid air, grabs her and counters with the Trail Blaizer. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: NOW it's over!

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"Last of the Real" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, AARON BLAIZE!

Aaron gets up to his feet and gets his hand raised in victory to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Aaron Blaize picks up the win in his first match in FGA.

Grayson: He may have underestimated Akrista in the beginning. She was definitely a step ahead of him at times. But just like last time with Pooler, Blaize made a great call and hit that beautiful counter out of nowhere for the win.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

During the Intermission

A commotion can be heard off in the distance as the cameraman frantically paces throughout the backstage area.

Various crashes, thumps and the moans of a woman can be heard.

The cameraman slows down as he comes across various debris on the ground.

Once he turns around the corridor, he stops. Directly in front of him stands Dom Harter, who throws down a lead pipe. Pacing back and forth in front of him is Malcolm Drake. Drake then charges over and repeatedly punt kicks someone in the ribs. He then drops down to one knee, grabs someone by the hair with his left hand and repeatedly punches the person in the face with his right hand. Drake then gets up, uses the back of his forearm to wipe his nose and cocks his head to the side as he admires The Murder's work. He then lifts up his leg before delivering a hard stomp to the person's face. Just as Dom is about to pick up the lead pipe again, backstage personnel rush up to The Murder, causing the duo to slowly put their hands up before backing away.

Backstage officials attend to the downed individual. As the cameraman approaches, the person is revealed to be a battered, bloodied and bruised Akrista O'Hare.....

[FGA Office]

Semifinals of the Pride Championship Tournament
(Three Way Dance)
Tony Edison vs. Malcolm Drake vs. Bob Pooler

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 a Three Way Dance and it is a semifinals match in the Pride Championship Tournament. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts.... Weighing in at 183 pounds..... He is the self-proclaimed "Godkiller", MALCOLM DRAKE!

He recoils 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.

Grayson: Many consider Drake to be a favorite in this tournament and I can’t say I blame people for thinking that way. Drake’s methods may be scary but the guy’s proven time and time again that he can get the job done.

Clement: Yeah, I have a few words that could describe Drake and “favorite” is far from being one of them.

“Unleashed” blasts out of the speakers as the curtain is pulled back and out steps Pooler. Cellphone flashes illuminate him in an almost strobe light affect as he stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the roar of the crowd.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 218 pounds.... BOB POOLER!

He makes his way down to the ring smiling and slapping the hands of those closest to the guard rail. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match.

Clement: Speaking of favorites in this thing, here comes another man that’s been pegged as a favorite by some, Bob Pooler.

Grayson: Pooler’s got some talent. I give him that, but right now it seems like Drake has the momentum behind him to go all the way in this thing.

"Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" 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 stage, collecting a decent crowd reaction, or really the best he can get. He stands at the stage 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: And their opponent, form Williamsport, Pennsylvania.... Weighing in at 217 pounds.... He is "The Man That Gravity Forgot", TONY EDISON!

Clement: Edison has been impressive lately and I’ve got to pick him as the dark horse in this match. Sure, Drake and Pooler are the favorites here but Edison’s more than got the potential to pull off an upset and play spoiler here.

Grayson: Here we go! The bell’s being rung!

The crowd cheers as Pooler and Edison waste no time in jumping Malcolm Drake. Drake resists with some punches at first but eventually the two of them overpower and manage to whip him across the ring. He bounces off of the ropes and comes back at them. They both bend down and lift him up into a stereo flap jack that plants Drake into the mat. The crowd roars their approval as Edison and Pooler get up. They both stomp down on Drake and then lift him up. Pooler quickly nails a snap suplex on Drake as Edison rushes into the ropes and springs back with a lionsault that’s on target.

Grayson: Oh, come on! This isn’t a handicap match, is it?

Clement: Pooler and Edison are working well as a team against Drake and this may not be bad strategy at all on their part!

Drake holds onto his midsection as he lays on the mat. Pooler and Edison discuss something briefly before Pooler springs off of the ropes and comes back to back body dropped by Edison into a senton onto Drake! The fans are absolutely loving this as Pooler gets up, him and Edison obviously enjoying this by the smirks on their faces. They both exchange words again and this time it’s Edison that springs off of the ropes and comes back. But instead of getting back body dropped by Pooler, who’s down for him, he leap frogs over him. Pooler stands up with a look of confusion on his face as he turns to Edison, who nails a super kick that catches Bob on the jaw.

Grayson: Ha! So much for them working as a unit, huh?

Drake rolls out of the ring as Edison waits for Bob to start getting up before he rushes at him. He goes for a head scissors takedown, but Bob catches him and plants him into the mat with a face buster! The crowd gives this an “ohhhhhhhhhh” as Bob rolls Edison over and goes for the cover.

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Pooler gets up and drops an elbow on Edison’s back before he gets up again and this time bounces off of the ropes. He comes back and leaps up in the air to drop a knee across Edison’s skull. Edison rolls into the ropes and uses them to pull himself up as he holds the back of his head. When he makes it to his feet and turns around, Pooler charges in after him, but Edison manages to leap up at the last second to avoid him. He hooks his legs under Bob’s arms and rolls him back for a cover!

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The fans cheer and chant “this is awesome” as Edison waits for Pooler to get up before he charges past him and into the ropes. He leaps up onto the middle rope and springboards back looking for a cross body by the looks of it, but Pooler leaps up and catches him with a lung blower! The fans roar their appreciation for the action they’re seeing as Pooler gets up. He waits for Edison to get up before he charges at him and nails a spear! He stays on Tony for the cover!

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Edison kicks out!

Grayson: Edison was speared out of boots by Pooler!

Clement: What a see saw battle this is turning out to be! If you blink you’ll miss something!

Pooler pulls Edison up to his feet and nails a few chops to his chest before he gets his head between his legs and underhooks both of his arms. Pooler goes for the Midnight:30 but out of nowhere, Edison snaps Pooler back with a bridging suplex.

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The crowd cheers as both men get up at almost the same time. Pooler goes for a clothesline but Edison ducks it. Pooler turns toward him and Edison leaps back and nails a pele kick that lays Pooler out!

Clement: Story Cut Short! Edison got all of it!

But when Edison goes to cover Pooler, the cheers he was getting soon turn to boos as Malcolm Drake rolls into the ring. He grabs Edison by the leg and pulls him off of Pooler before he can even get a one count. He lays into Edison with kicks before he finally pulls him to his feet. He lifts Tony onto his shoulders, then quickly transitions it into a piledriver! The crowd boos thunderously as Drake doesn’t even bother to hook a leg as he goes for the cover.

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Grayson: Tony Edison and Bob Pooler forgot all about Drake and Edison just paid the price for it!

Clement: Drake nailed that Momento Mori and to be honest, I don’t even think Edison knew what hit him.

The referee rolls Edison out of the ring as Drake lays into Pooler, who’s just getting up, with clubbing shots to his back. He pulls Pooler up to his feet, but wastes little time in spiking him down head first into the mat with a DDT. The crowd boos as Drake sits up with a sick smirk on his face. He scurries back against the ropes and uses them to pull himself up as he seems to wait for Pooler to make it up. Bob rolls onto his stomach and makes it to his hands and knees and that’s when Drake takes off looking for a punt kick to his skull. Bob manages to roll out of the way but Drake responds by going for a quick elbow to him as he gets up. Pooler dodges it, gets behind Drake and nails him with an elbow of his own to the back of his head before he grabs Drake around the waist and pops him back with a German suplex that he bridges!

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Pooler gets up and pulls Drake to his feet. He nails him with a European uppercut, then another before he whips him into the ropes. As Drake comes back, Pooler goes at him with a super kick, but Drake just barely manages to duck it. Pooler spins around to face him and it’s there that Drake reaches up and rakes his eyes. Pooler staggers, struggling to see anything, right into Drake who hoists him up and before anyone blinks, nails the Momento Mori again. This time, he hooks the leg as he makes the cover on Bob.

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“Man in the Box” begins to play as Drake sits there for a moment with a sick smirk on his face as the fans boo him.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MALCOLM DRAKE!

Grayson: He did it! Not only is Malcolm Drake going to the finals of the Pride Championship Tournament but he managed to pin both Edison and Pooler in this match!

Clement: It was a dominant performance from Drake, I give him that. But he was outside of the ring for much of the match………

Grayson: Yeah, while Pooler and Edison wore themselves down. It was a brilliant strategy and now Drake will face either Leon Corella, Kevin Hardaway or Jake Winchester in the finals of this tournament. He’s only one step away from getting his hands on that Pride title!

Clement: Yeah, and god help FGA if he does.

[FGA Office]

CRASH!

A garbage can comes tumbling through the backstage curtain, sending trash scattering across the entryway. Pat Gordon, Jr. follows close behind in a blind rage. His screams curse Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter. Pat's face is beet red and he's bearing his teeth like a wild animal. He picks up the garbage can and lifts it over his head.

PGJR: "RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

The trash can crashes like thunder when he slams it into the concrete floor repeatedly. Spit flies out of his mouth.

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

Having thoroughly crushed the garbage can, the Southie Scrapper punts it away. He moves up the entrance ramp toward the ring, completely oblivious to the fans at ringside. They've never seen him like this before.

Clement: "What the hell? Has he completely lost it?

Grayson: "Pat Gordon, Jr. is obviously distraught after what the Murder did to Akrista O'Hare earlier. All we really know about their relationship is that they were close friends. He seems to be very upset over this whole ordeal."

Clement: "Well she got what was coming to her. You don't mess with a team the caliber of Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter and expect not to get hurt! And if he's not smart, he'll end up the same way!"

He finds a steel chair at ringside and grabs it.

CLANG!

Gordon hits the chair against the guardrail, sending some fans scurrying back.

PGJR: "DRAKE! HARTER! YOU BASTARDS!"

CLANG! CLANG!

A couple of chair shots for the ring post now. Then he hammers it against the apron a couple of times. Into the ring he goes. He proceeds to wallop the turnbuckle with the chair.

Grayson: "I've never seen Pat Gordon, Jr. this way before!"

PGJR: "DAMN YOU MALCOLM DRAKE! DOM HARTER! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!!"

The irate Pat, Jr. wedges the chair in the corner between the middle and top ropes. He punches it. And again. And over and over.

PGJR: "WHY!"

SMASH!

PGJR: "MY!"

SMASH!

PGJR: "AKI!"

PGJR: "WHY!"

SMASH!

PGJR: "MY!"

SMASH!

PGJR: "AKI!"

Eventually, Boston's Favorite Son collapses to his knees and buries his face in his hands.

Clement: "Is he... ? Is he crying?"

Grayson: "He's really taking this hard. Let's... Let's cut away."

[ FADE OUT ]

[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 certainly didn't mince any words when it came to A.J. Fairchild, now did he?

Grayson: Of course he didn't. But when has any member of The Harvard Connection ever been known to bite their tongue? He feels that Fairchild stole the belt from his buddy Chandler Scott. He also feels that he should be the rightful #1 contender, if not the outright champion. And can you blame him? He's already beaten the #1 contender in Ryan Kidd. And Fairchild has only lost to one man since winning the belt. And that's Preston Blake.

"The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" by Weezer plays over the venue's sound system, and emerging from the back stage area is A.J. Fairchild. The lights in the venue go off, and a spot light follows A.J. as he walks down to the ring. The fans are booing avidly as Fairchild takes his time walking down the entrance ramp. He makes his way down to the ring slowly, showing off his FGA Heavyweight Championship belt, his eyes dead set on the ring.

The loyal 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 out of Manhattan, New York. Weighing in at 190 pounds.... He is the reigning FGA Champion..... A....... J..... FAIRCHILD!

A.J. then takes his belt and thrusts it high in the air, walking around all four corners of the ring repeatedly. He is trash talking all the fans, as the spotlight remains on him, as he paces around the ring with his title belt high in the air. A.J. Then thrust the belt in the air one last time, before handing it to the referee.

His music dying down, ad the light returning to normal, 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 making his way to the ring full of confidence. He's been counting the days as he feels that he will in time go down as the greatest FGA Champion of all-time.

Grayson: He very well may. But first, he's got to get past Preston tonight. Ryan Kidd has proven that he can't hang with him. But Preston, whether he wants to admit it or not, has his number. Though to be fair to Fairchild, Preston did have a bit of help in terms of outside interference.

The bell sounds as both men head to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Fairchild places Preston in a side headlock. After cinching in the hold, Fairchild throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Preston reverses into a leg scissors headlock, but Fairchild frees himself with a kip up. As Preston quickly gets up and turns around, Fairchild throws him back down with another side headlock takeover. Preston reverses into another leg scissors headlock. But again, Fairchild frees himself via a kip up.

Clement: Nice series of counters and reversals there by both men.

As Preston turns and gets back up to his feet, Fairchild applies another side headlock. This time, Preston shoves Fairchild off of him and into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he knocks down Preston with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. He then runs into the ropes as Preston gets back up to his feet. When Fairchild comes back, Preston leap frogs over him. Fairchild continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, he slides through Preston's legs. When Preston turns around, Fairchild gets up and throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd boos. Preston gets back up, but Fairchild throws him back down with another arm drag. As Preston gets up, Fairchild runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Fairchild then runs into the ropes. As Preston gets up on the outside, Fairchild charges forward. He motions for a dive.

Grayson: Look out!

Preston scurries out of the way. After Fairchild tiger feints through the ropes, he waits for Preston t turn around. Once he does, Fairchild connects with a springboard cross body to the outside. The crowd boos.

Clement: What a move to the outside by A.J. Fairchild!

Grayson: He faked out Preston the first time. But he made sure to connect on the second.

Fairchild picks up Preston and delivers a snap suplex onto the floor. A thud can be heard upon impact. After Preston arches his back in pain, Fairchild picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. After Fairchild climbs back up onto the apron, he connects with a slingshot corkscrew splash. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg.

ONE
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TWO
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Preston kicks out.

Clement: You think A.J. is looking to prove anything tonight?

Grayson: He doesn't have to prove anything. He's the 2012 New Frontiers Cup winner. He's also the reigning FGA Champion. His track record speaks for itself.

Clement: With that being said, not only did he refuse Ryan Kidd's challenge for the FGA Championship, but he also ignored Preston's challenge for a title match tonight.

Grayson: He's the champ, Kev. The man calls his own shots.

Fairchild picks up Preston and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Preston around, he delivers a slap across the face to boos from the crowd. But Preston answers right back with a slap of his own.

Clement: How about that slap? A little tit-for-tat there.

He then grabs Fairchild and tosses him into the corner. He 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 into the corner and connects with a running European Uppercut. The crowd boos. He then places Fairchild in a headlock and tries for a running bulldog from out of the corner. But Fairchild shoves him off, sending him into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Fairchild knocks him down with a flying knee strike. The crowd boos. He then picks up Preston and sets him up for the Haydouken '93. But Preston quickly counters with a double leg takedown into a figure four pin.

ONE
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TWO
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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Preston picks up Fairchild and nails him with another European Uppercut, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Preston then goes over, takes Fairchild by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Preston bends over to set up a back body drop. But Fairchild counters with a sunset flip. Preston panics and waves his arms, trying his best to regain his balance. Once he does, he reaches down, grabs Fairchild by the arm, turns around and drops down into a cross armbar. But before Preston can fully hyperextend the arm, Fairchild turns over with a pinning combination.

ONE
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TWO
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Fairchild kicks out.

As Preston gets up, Fairchild runs over and knocks him down with a knee lift to the face. The crowd boos. He then picks up Preston, grabs him from the side and throws him down with a Saito Suplex. While Preston is down, Fairchild steps through the ropes, walks along the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he places one foot on the top, Preston turns over, gets up, runs up the turnbuckles, grabs Fairchild's arm and throws him down off the top rope with a flying armbar.

Clement: Preston just sent Fairchild flipping down from off the top turnbuckle with that armbar!

Grayson: And he's got it firmly locked on!

The crowd boos as Preston fully extends the arm. He repeatedly jerks back, trying his best to snap the arm in two. In a state of panic, Fairchild reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd boos as the ref gives Preston until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Preston reluctantly lets go. He picks up Fairchild, lifts up his arm and delivers an armbreaker across his shoulder. Fairchild stumbles around the ring before dropping to his knees in pain. Preston then goes over, picks up Fairchild, snapmares him over, presses the arm firmly against the canvas and delivers a handstand into a knee drop to the arm. Fairchild can be heard groaning in pain. Preston then bends the arm, places Fairchild's palm firmly against the canvas and then delivers a jumping stomp to the elbow. Fairchild rolls over towards the ropes as he groans in pain.

Clement: Preston now further attacking the arm. He's clearly softening him up for that Crossface Chickenwing of his.

Grayson: It's a sound strategy. But if I were him, I'd try to take out A.J.'s legs. You've got a man in there that's smaller than you and much faster than you. Taking out one of his wheels prevents him from going up top.

As Fairchild pulls himself up using the ropes, Preston taunts him as he makes his way over to him. But Fairchild catches him with an elbow strike using his good arm. He then delivers a knife-edge chop.... and another.... and another... and another.

Clement: Fairchild now making a comeback as he takes advantage of Preston's taunting...

He follows up with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Preston over. He then runs into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Preston delivers a tilt-a-whirl shoulderbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover and keylocks the arm.

ONE
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TWO
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Fairchild gets his other shoulder up.

Clement: Only two, but it was close!

Preston picks up Fairchild and goes for an irish whip. But Fairchild reverses, sending Preston into the ropes. When Preston comes back, Fairchild goes for a clothesline. But Preston counters with a floatover into a hammerlock single arm DDT. The crowd boos as Fairchild clutches his arm in pain. Preston then gets up, picks up Fairchild and delivers a vertical suplex lift into a snap swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos. He makes the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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Fairchild gets his good shoulder up.

Clement: Another nearfall for Preston but again, A.J. gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: The champ isn't going down that easy.

After slapping the canvas in frustration, he gets up, picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Preston runs at him and delivers a lariat takedown. He then gets up, heads into the corner and hoists himself up onto the middle ropes. When Fairchild gets up and turns around, Preston leaps off and delivers a flying double knee armbreaker. Fairchild goes down clutching his arm in pain. Preston gets up, picks up Fairchild, turns him around and applies the Crossface Chickenwing from behind.

Grayson: That's it!

Clement: There it is! The Crossface! He's got the Crossface Chickenwing applied!

The crowd boos as Preston cinches in the hold, causing Fairchild to groan in pain. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. When Fairchild refuses to quit, Preston pulls him down to the canvas and applies the bodyscissors. Fairchild can be groaning in pain as Preston has the hold locked on tight. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. Fairchild responds by repeatedly slapping the canvas. The ref calls for the bell.

"Ride of the Valkyries" hits to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, PRESTON BLAKE!

After Madison makes her way into the ring, she heads over to Preston and raises his arm to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And there it is, Evan. Some would say an upset victory, especially by submission, for Preston Blake!

Grayson: It's an upset any time the champ loses, as far as I'm concerned. But Preston was clearly the better man in that ring tonight. Which begs the question, what happens now? Forget Ryan Kidd, A.J. I'd keep my eyes out for Preston Blake....

Preston continues to celebrate in the ring. He heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arm in the air and smiles. The crowd continues to boo. Meanwhile, Fairchild clutches his arm as he rolls out of the ring.