Providence DVD Taping (1.27.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Providence DVD Taping
Rhode Island Convention Center
Providence, RI

Previously Recorded

(( Standing by backstage is the reigning FGA Champion, A.J. Fairchild. ))

A.J. Fairchild: Turns out it's true what they say after all. The squeaky wheel really does get the oil. And apparently if you do enough crying and bitching and moaning, like Ryan Kidd has since last night, then you can get your way.

Not only have I been fined $20,000 for (A.J. uses airquotes) repeatedly attacking non-contracted individuals on FGA events, but I've been forced to defend my belt against Ryan Kidd.... at Pride, Honor & Excellence.... in a Ladder Match.

(A.J. can't help but to shake his head.)

A.J. Fairchild: You win, Ryan. For now at least. Because this is it. No more title shots for you after this. No more second chances. No more getting bailed out because everyone feels sorry for you and your stupid girlfriend. After I inevitably beat you for the THIRD time at Pride, Honor & Excellence, you and me are done. I don't want to see your ugly face. I don't want to hear your name. I don't even want to see you billed on the same card as me. When I beat you again and retain my FGA Championship, you will never, and I mean never, get another shot at me. Because quite frankly, you just don't deserve it!

Now get the damn camera out of my face. Go.... go!

[FGA Office]

Hank Hazard vs. Braydon Jones

The lights dim slightly when suddenly, the beginning guitar work for This is Absolution is heard followed by orange lights going off near the stage, when the song picks up into a scream, Braydon comes storming out, shouting and pumping up the crowd.

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.... Weighing in at 300 pounds.... he is "The Bully" BRAYDON JONES!

He walks to the ring with a sense of purpose, interacting with the fans before sliding in and going towards the ropes, screaming with the fans as the music fades.

Clement: Hello everyone and welcome to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD presentation. We are coming to you from the Providence Convention Center here in Providence, Rhode Island. We're fresh off of our show in Plymouth, Mass last night that still has people buzzing.

Grayson: There was no much that happened last night. From A.J. Fairchild turning down Ryan Kidd's challenge to a FGA Championship Match, to the attack on Akrista O'Hare by The Murder, to Malcolm Drake advancing to the finals of the Pride Championship Tournament, to Preston Blake tapping out Fairchild in the main event. And we're not even halfway done with this back-to-back weekend.

The quiet, soft beginning of a rock tune fills the arena as the crowd blows the roof of with cheers. They all jump up out of their seats as they eagerly await the arrival of the ‘Real Thrill’.

"The Antidote" by Story of the Year breaks out and explodes in a hard rock sound as the strobe lights begin to flash wildly around the arena. Hank rushes out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd. He bounces around the stage for a moment, going from side to side, saluting to the crowd before making his way down the ramp.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Rahway, New Jersey..... Weighing in at 212 pounds.... He is "The Real Thrill" HANK HAZARD!

Clement: Hank Hazard, along with his opponent, will both be making their debuts here tonight. What do you think each man has to do to walk away with a win?

Grayson: With Hank, he has to push the pace. Make Braydon fight his style of match. With Braydon, he just has to impose his will on Hank. It's that simple.

Hank makes his way down the ring, continuing to gesture to the crowd as the strobe lights are still flashing. Nearing the end of the ramp, Hank makes it a point to slap the hands of several outstretched hands. He rushes the ring and slides underneath the bottom ring rope.

Getting to his feet Hank rushes toward the nearest turnbuckle and leaps onto the highest rope, gesturing to the crowd. He back flips off the rope and lands safely on both feet in the center of the ring and awaits the start of the match.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and shake hands. After backing up, they circling the ring. Hazard inches over towards Jones and locks up with him. Jones immediately shoves Hazard down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hank Harzard is not going to accomplish much by trying to match power with Braydon Jones.

Hazard gets up, dusts himself off and circles the ring. He inches back over and motions for a collar & elbow tie up. But he applies a side headlock instead. Jones immediately shoves Harzard off of him and into the ropes. When Hazard comes back, Jones knocks him down with a shoulder thrust. Jones runs into the ropes as Hazard kips back up to his feet. When he comes back, Hazard leap frogs over him. Jones continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Hazard goes for a hip toss. Jones blocks it and goes for a clothesline. But Hazard ducks. When Jones turns around, Harzard jumps up and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Jones gets back up, Hazard grabs him by the arm and goes for an irish whip. But Jones reverses, sending Hazard into the ropes. When Hazard comes back, he slides through Jones' legs. When Jones turns around, Hazard connects with a basement dropkick to the knee. With Jones down on one knee, Hazard runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Jones shoves Hazard off of him.

Clement: Hazard gets the first nearfall of the match/

Grayson: But look at what he did. He was smart by going after the leg to knock Braydon down.

As Jones gets back up to his feet, Hazard applies a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch and takes Jones down with a drop toe hold. He quickly rolls across Jones' back and applies a front facelock. The crowd cheers. The ref asks Jones if he wants to give up. But Jones refuses to quit. After fighting his way back up to his feet, Jones uses his strength advantage to move Hazard into the corner. Once in the corner, Jones reaches out and grabs the middle rope, forcing Hazard to break the front facelock.

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Hazard slowly breaks the hold as he raises his arms in the air. Jones, while covering his head, slowly stands back up. After both men make a clean break, Jones quickly shoots in and delivers a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection. He takes Hazard and whips him into the opposite corner. Jones charges into the corner, but Hazard connects with an elbow to the face. While Jones stumbles back, Hazard hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and takes him down with a flying headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Jones gets back up, but Hazard runs over and connects with a dropsault, sending him stumbling towards the ropes. Hazard then gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and connects with a front dropkick, sending Jones stumbling into the ropes. While Jones is dazed, Hazard gets up and runs into the ropes again. When Hazard comes back, he charges forward and goes for a clothesline. But Jones ducks and dumps him over the top rope. However, Hazard lands safely on his feet on the apron. Once Jones turns around and sees this, he charges at Hazard. But Hazard pulls down on the bottom rope, sending Jones tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Braydon falls down hard to the floor!

Grayson: If Hank were smart, he'd get in the ring and let Braydon get counted out.

Clement: I don't think Hank is wired like that.

Hazard steps back in the ring and points to the outside. He then waves his arms up and down, trying his best to get the crowd riled up.

Grayson: Oh I hate it when they do this. Just dive to the outside already!

As the crowd begins to chant louder, Hazard runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a tope atomico. But Jones catches him in mid air across his shoulder, turns, runs forward and delivers an inverted running powerslam across the top of the barricade. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Grayson: See?

Clement: What a tremendous counter there by Braydon Jones! He caught Hank in mid air and just threw him on top of the barricade. This man has just brute strength. He reminds me of Alistair Mangold.

Grayson: In that case, just steer him away from The Murder and he should be fine.

Hazard slowly flips down and lands on the floor. He clutches his midsection in pain. Jones then picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Hazard gets his shoulder up.

Jones picks up Hazard and whips him into the corner. Jones then runs into the corner and connects with a running elbow strike. The crowd cheers. He steps back as he begins to unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. As Hazard covers up, Jones switches his target to the head. He unleashes clubbing forearm shots to both sides of Hazard's head. Hazard begins to slowly slump down in the corner from the assault. Jones then steps back, sizing Hazard up along the way. He then charges forward and connects with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd cheers. Jones grabs him by the ankle, drags him away from the corner and makes the cover.

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Hazard gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Jones gets his shoulder up, showing that he's still got some fight left in him.

Grayson: Yeah, but not much. He just got mauled in the corner by Braydon Jones.

As Jones picks him up, Hazard nails him with a series of punches to the midsection that stun him. While Jones is doubled over, Hazard runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Jones scoops him up and delivers a Samoan Drop. The crowd cheers as Jones reaches back and hooks the leg.

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Hazard reverses into a grounded crucifix pin. The crowd cheers.

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Jones gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Hazard darts over and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. After he gets back up to his feet, he takes a few steps back before running forward and connecting with a running shooting star press. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as he hooks the leg.

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Jones kicks out.

Clement:{/b] What a maneuver there by Hazard!

Grayson: But he only got two!

Hazard picks up Jones and whips him into the corner. He then charges into the corner. But this time, its Jones that gives him an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. While Hazard is stunned, Jones hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and grabs Hazard. He motions for a Tornado DDT. But Hazard holds onto the ropes for dear life. Jones goes for another Tornado DDT but again, Hazard blocks the move. He then punches Jones repeatedly in the midsection until the hold is broken. Once free, Hazard grabs Jones by the leg and yanks him from off the ropes, sending him crashing back-first onto the canvas. The crowd cheers. Hazard then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with Meteroa. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as he crawls back over and makes the cover.

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Jones gets his foot on the bottom rope. The crowd sighs as Hazard thought he had him.

Clement: How did that not put him away?

Hazard picks up Jones and goes for an irish whip. But Jones reverses, sending Hazard into the ropes. When Hazard comes back, Jones bends over to set up a back body drop. Hazard counters with a sunset flip. Jones goes to counter the sunset flip by delivering a jumping seated senton to the chest. But Hazard moves out of the way, causing Jones to connect with nothing but the canvas. The crowd cheers. While Jones is seated in pain, Hazard gets up, runs into the ropes, comes back and connects with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Jones, places him in a three quarter facelock, runs along the turnbuckle and goes for Sliced Bread #2. But before he can fully execute the move, Jones shoves him off in mid air, sending him crashing back-first onto the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Hazard looks to be in pain now.

Grayson: What could Braydon be setting him up for?

Jones picks up Hazard and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Hazard stumbles back, Jones grabs him from behind and delivers a release german suplex, sending Hazard flipping over his shoulders in mid air. The crowd cheers. Jones then gets up and bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running senton splash. The crowd cheers. Jones then gets up, picks up Hazard, hoists him up and delivers Philly Love to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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"This is Absolution" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, BRAYDON “THE BULLY” JONES!

Jones gets up to his feet and gets his hand raised by the ref. While this is happening, Hazard slowly gets back up to his feet. Braydon sees this, so he goes over to Hazard and extends his hand. Hazard takes him up on the offer and shakes his hand to cheers from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond vs. Anton Chase

"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Chicago, Illinois.... Weighing in at 238 pounds..... CHRIS BOND!

Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

Clement: Chris Bond, a legend in the eyes of many, will be making his FGA debut tonight.

Grayson: But after a lot of time off. It was thought that this man was done after the injury that he suffered. And here he is, trying to make the big comeback. I wish him luck. He'll need every last bit of it.

As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California..... Weighing in at 210 pounds.... He is "The Future" ANTON CHASE!

Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.

Clement: Anton Chase put on a good match against Tigre Oro in their FGA debuts. But it was Anton's antics out of the ring that still have people talking.

Grayson: Yeah. He laid out Kevin Hardaway after his first round match in the Pride Championship Tournament.

Clement: And we still don't know why!

Grayson: Anton will let everyone know when he's good and ready to. Remember, Anton is a star. That means people like us wait for people like him.

The bell sounds as both men make their way towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Chase shoves Bond back to boos from the crowd. Bond, unfazed by what just happened, goes right back in and locks up with Chase. After jockeying for position, Bond places him in a side headlock. He cinches in the hold, causing Chase to moan in discomfort. The ref asks him if he wants to quit. As soon as Chase refuses to quit, Bond throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Chase reaches up with his legs and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The crowd boos. Chase cinches in the hold, trying to cut off the blood flow. The ref asks Bond if he wants to quit. Bond answers by wagging his finger at him. After getting up onto his knees, Bond places his hands on Chase's legs and slowly pries his head free. Once free, he dives back over and applies another side headlock. But again, Chase reaches up with his leg and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. After slowly turning over onto his knee, Bond again pries himself free. Once free, he immediately grabs Chase by the legs and flips over into a jackknife pin.

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Chase bridges up, turns over, grabs Bond around the waist, runs forward and rams him back-first into the corner.

Grayson: How about that?

Clement: Some nice matwork there by both men. It's still early, but Bond still appears to know what he's doing in there.

Grayson: But now Anton has him cornered.

The crowd boos as Chase continues his assault, delivering several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then stands up and delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. Chase then takes Bond, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chase goes for a hip toss. Bond then steps through it and tries to counter with a hip toss of his own. But Chase steps through and counters with a monkey flip to boos from the crowd. As Bond gets up, Chase runs over and knocks him down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. After Chase poses, he runs into the ropes. Bond gets back up to his feet. When Chase comes back, Bond leap frogs over him. Chase runs back into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Bond throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Chase gets back up, but Bond throws him down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. Bond then gets up on his knee and applies an arm lock. Chase can be seen slapping the canvas in frustration as the crowd cheers.

Clement: And just like that, Chris Bond is back in control.

Grayson: For now, Kev. For now.......

The ref asks Chase if he wants to give up. But Chase refuses to quit. As both men slowly get back to their feet, Chase takes the arm and delivers an arm wringer. Chase cringes in pain as the crowd cheers. Bond takes Chase by the arm and delivers another arm wringer to it. The crowd cheers. After blocking out the pain, Chase rolls forward, leans back, kips up, slaps Bond's hands from off of him and follows up with a standing dropkick that knocks him down. The crowd boos. As Bond gets back up, Chase grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chase goes for a clothesline. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he goes for a Lou Thesz Press. But Chase catches him in mid air, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Chase picks up Bond and hits a snap suplex. He rolls over, pulls Bond back up and delivers a second snap suplex. He then rolls over, pulls Bond back up and goes for a third snap suplex. But Bond blocks the move. He then goes for a vertical suplex of his own. But Chase slips down from behind, hoists up Bond across his shoulders and falls back, dropping Bond with a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos as Bond arches his back in pain. Chase crawls over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chase picks up Bond, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. Bond can be seen cringing in pain as Chase makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chase picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chase scoops him up for a swinging side slam backbreaker. But Bond counters with a floatover DDT. The crowd cheers. Bond turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: And another nearfall! This time for Bond, but it only gets two.

Grayson: These two really have been battling back and forth.

Bond picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Bond bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chase counters by stopping and then delivering a jumping clubbing shot to the back. Bond drops down to one knee in pain. While Bond is down, Chase runs back into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Bond gets up and delivers a running lariat that turns him inside out. The crowd cheers as he drops down and makes the cover.

Clement: What a clothesline by Bond! That may do it....

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: No!

Bond picks up Chase and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then cringes as he hoists up Chase for a gutwrench powerbomb. But Chase counters with a hurricanrana. The crowd boos. Chase then picks up Bond, turns him around and delivers a forearm shot to the back for good measure. The crowd boos. He then bends down and scoops up Bond onto his shoulders for an Electric Chair Driver. But Bond repeatedly punches him on the top of the head. He then slips down from behind, grabs Chase and yanks him down with a rear naked chokedrop to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Clement: And Chase gets the shoulder up yet again!

Grayson: Bond may be a legend. But Anton Chase is no slouch. He's still at the top of his game while Bond is still trying to get back to where he once was. He's not putting away Chase that easily.

Bond picks up Chase, grabs him and tosses him through the ropes. As Chase is on the apron, Bond grabs him, drags him through the ropes and then plants him with Rejection. The crowd cheers. After dragging Chase away from the ropes, Bond delivers a stomp to the left arm, followed by a stomp to the left leg, followed by a stomp to the right leg, followed by a stomp to the right arm, followed by a jumping stomp to the face. The crowd cheers. He then reaches down, picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Bond picks him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. Bond rolls across Chase and hooks the leg.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. In a fit of frustration, Bond claps his hand three times at the ref.

Clement: Bond showing some frustration now.

Grayson: Yeah. It's not as easy as it used to be, eh Chris?

Bond picks up Chase and scoops him up across his shoulders. He positions Chase for a Death Valley Driver. But Chase, sensing what's about to happen, panics and repeatedly elbows Bond in the side of the head. After slipping down from behind, Chase applies a full nelson from behind. The crowd boos. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. As soon as Bond refuses to quit, Chase hoists him up and delivers a full nelson backbreaker. The crowd boos as Bond arches his back in pain. While Bond can be heard moaning in pain, Chase steps through the ropes, walks along the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Chase flips off for a 450 splash. Bond rolls out of the way. But Chase lands on his feet. His momentum then sends him rolling forward. Once he gets back up to his feet, he charges back over towards Bond in the corner. But Bond nails him with a boot to the face, sending Chase stumbling back. Bond then heads from out of the corner with a clothesline. But Chase ducks, hoists Bond onto his shoulder's with a fireman's carry lift, and then drops down into a pele kick, knocking Bond down to boos from the crowd. Chase then says “it's over” to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I gotta agree with Chase. Bond gave him his best. And he still couldn't put him away! Now Chase has him right where he wants him.

Chase picks up Bond and hoists him back up onto his shoulders. He then goes for The Bad Situation. But Bond slips down from behind. He quickly spins Chase around, grabs him and delivers the End of Days. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him over and makes the cover.

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"You Know My Name" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How'd he do that?

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS BOND!

Bond gets up to his feet and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Bond picks up the victory, hitting his End of Days from out of nowhere for the win. Bond knows that he's got a long road ahead. And the journey is going to be tough. But starting off with a win is always a good feeling, whether you're brand new or a vet like him.

[FGA Office]

[The scene opens up backstage, as we see Braydon Jones, with a black towel around his neck and a bottle of water in his hand. Not too long ago was his official in ring debut here in Frontier. Next to him is FGA's resident interview meistro, Justice Young.]

Justice: Well Braydon, your first match in FGA just took place, what are your thoughts?

[Braydon takes the towel, wiping his face off real quick before placing the towel back around his neck and looking at the camera.]

Braydon: Justice' let me tell ya somethin'. It was electric goin' out there in front of those rowdy ass Frontier fans and puttin' on a helluva show for em. It was a clash of styles for sure. Hank brought the kitchen sink with him tonight and damn near died before I could pin him for the win.

Justice: Is it safe to say we haven't seen the last of 'The Bully'?

Braydon: Ya damn right it's safe to say that Justice! You see, Win, Lose or draw brother, it doesn't matter to me. I could be out there with thousands watchin', or I could be out there with no one out there but ya momma, daddy young and the janitor.. I came here, to Frontier to kick some ass, and put on the best damn show I can.

Justice: One last question Braydon, What are your goals here in FGA?

[Braydon snaps his neck from side to side, cracking it before taking a swig of his water and chucking the bottle somewhere off screen.]

Braydon: I'm here to kick some ass, take some names, put on the best damn show of the night and when the dust is settled, to climb the top of the mountain. See Justice, It's what we strive for in the wrestlin' world. The gold. The big ol' strap on your waist. I got a few things goin' for me already on my way up. I go balls to the wall every damn night. I don't take NO for an answer, and if anyone gets in my way..

[Braydon makes a forearm smash motion.]

Braydon: They get dealt with. Now, if you'll excuse me Justice, a few of the fans offered free beer. You never pass up free beer.

[Braydon walks away to end the scene]

[FGA Office]

Tigre Oro vs. Johnny Rampage

“Come Out Swinging” by Offspring overtakes the PA. As the lights die down, a single spot light shines atop the entrance ramp illuminating, the masked Tigre Oro as he exit’s the curtain. He pauses and observes the crowd a moment taking in the environment. A grin creeps from the mouth of his mask as he jogs down the ramp and aisle, his tiger print cape flowing behind him as he slaps hands with the FGA Fans.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Jungle..... Weighing in at 119 pounds.... TIGRE ORO!

When he reaches the ring, he takes a lap around the ring slapping hands with the fans. Upon completion of his lap he ascends the nearest top turnbuckle. He stands there for a few second before using the spring of the turnbuckle to flip into the ring.

Clement: Tigre Oro was successful in his debut against Anton Chase. And he's going to hope to continue his winning ways tonight. But I'd imagine that Tigre is none too pleased about what happened last night.

Grayson: You mean when Jonathan Collins, the Director of Exodus Pro Wrestling, accidentally backfisted him in the face.

Clement: I don't know. I still have my doubts.

Grayson: Hey, the man apologized. What do you want him to do, write Tigre a letter about how sorry he is? What more do you want from the man?

The lights dim in the area, and fog billows out from either side of the entrance ramp. A deep digitally synthesized voice is heard echoing through the arena.)

"ARE YOU PREPARED FOR THE ONLY TRUE ALL STAR IN THE FGA TODAY?"

Johnny Rampage is seen standing tall atop the entrance ramp. He is dressed in black tights with blue boots, shin pads and knee pads. He is wearing a black t-shirt, with a gold star on the front. He casually adjust his signature sunglasses, and flashes his award winning smile.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California.... Weighing in at 200 pounds.... He is "The All-Star", JOHNNY RAMPAGE!

He slowly turns around soaking up the reaction of the fans. He makes his way down to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. He turns around again taking in the reaction of the fans, and strikes a pose in the middle of the ring.

Grayson: And here comes Johnny Rampage, gracing us with his presence. You talk about Chris Bond being a legend and a star? No, THIS man right here is a star. Hell, he's not just a star. He's THE ALL-STAR!

Clement: Yeah, I'm sure he is....

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. Rampage extends his hand for a handshake. Oro, going against his better judgment, reluctantly goes to shake his head. But Rampage pulls back and runs his fingers through his hair to boos from the crowd. Oro just stands there, hands on his hips, shaking his head in disgust.

Grayson: How smooth was that?

Clement: Classy as always, that Johnny Rampage....

Rampage comes back to Oro and offers another handshake. Oro slowly reaches out... then grabs Rampage and throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers.

Grason: Hey!

Rampage gets up, but Oro throws him down with a Mexican arm drag. Rampage gets back up, but Oro through him right back down with another Mexican arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Rampage gets up, Oro runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a Tiger Feint Headscissors, sending Rampage stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Rampage slowly gets up on the outside, Oro runs into the ropes. When Rampage turns around, Oro charges forward and knocks him down with an elbow suicida to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Rampage's big mouth may have just been shut for the evening as Tigre dove elbow first right into it.

Grayson: This isn't fair. Quick, someone call up Rampage's makeup specialist for a quick touch up.

Oro gets up and slaps hands with some of the fans at ringside before rolling back into the ring. He crouches down and waits for Rampage to get back up. As Rampage begins to get up to his feet, Oro runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward connecting with a springboard senton atomico to the outside, knocking Rampage down again to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh come on...

Clement: And Tigre just connected with another dive to the outside! He's going Paws to the Wall tonight, Evan!

After laying on the floor for a bit, Oro turns over, gets back up and rolls into the ring. After picking himself up, he waves on Rampage, encouraging him to get back up. As Rampage struggles to get up to his feet, Oro runs into the ropes.

Grayson: Oh no, not again!

When he comes back, he charges forward and connects with Space Flying Tiger Drop to the outside, knocking him down.

Crowd: TIGRE ORO! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIGRE ORO! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIGRE ORO! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIGRE ORO! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIGRE ORO! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)

Clement: And this crowd is going wild as Tigre has pounced all over Rampage with high flying attack after high flying attack.

Oro picks up Rampage and rolls him back into the ring. After sliding back in, Oro makes the cover.

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Rampage gets his foot on the bottom rope. After he sighs in frustration, Oro gets up, drags Rampage away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Rampage kicks out to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Good ring presence there by Rampage.

Oro picks up Rampage and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings Rampage from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Rampage reverses, sending Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he slides through Rampage's legs. When Rampage turns around, Oro gets back up to his feet and throws out a kick. Rampage catches the foot. But Oro counters with an enzuguiri that knocks him down. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Rampage kicks out.

Oro picks up Rampage and delivers another hard chop, sending Rampage stumbling into the ropes. Oro goes over, takes him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Rampage comes back, Oro goes for a clotheslone. But Rampage ducks, floats over across Oro's back and brings him down with a crucifix.

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Oro gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Rampage quickly rolls him up in a small package.

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Oro kicks out.

As both men get up, Rampage nails Oro with a forearm strike to the face. After Oro shakes it off, he responds with a knife-edge chop. Rampage returns a chop of his own. After Oro clutches his chest, he connects with a chop of his own. But Rampage responds right back with another chop. Oro then comes back with another chop.... and another.... and another. He then takes Rampage and goes for an irish whip. But Rampage reverses, sending Oro towards the ropes. Oro goes to counter with a handspring back elbow. But Rampage counters with a dropkick to the back, sending Oro stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos.

As Oro slowly gets up on the outside, Rampage runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward, slingshots over the top rope, and takes down Oro with Shooting The Reel. The crowd boos.

Clement: And now Johnny Rampage with a dive to the outside!

Grayson: How about that? Giving Oro a taste of his own medicine!

Rampage picks up Oro and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Rampage begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he waits for Oro to get up. As Oro gets up and turns around, Rampage dives off the top turnbuckle. But Oro catches him with a spinning back kick on the way down, doubling him over. He then quickly follows up with a snap DDT to cheers from the crowd. Oro turns over and makes the cover.

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Rampage gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Only two!

Oro picks up Rampage and whips him into the ropes. When Rampage comes back, Oro throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as Oro makes the cover.

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Rampage gets his shoulder up.

Oro picks up Rampage and goes for a vertical suplex. But Rampage slips down from behind and shoves Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Rampage knocks him down with a superkick to boos from the crowd. Rampage drops down and makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it. Light out....

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Oro gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: No!

Rampage picks up Oro, hoists him up and delivers a piledriver. The crowd boos. After dragging Oro into position, Rampage turns and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off for a moonsault. But Oro moves out of the way, causing Rampage to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Ah!

Clement: And nobody's home! Can Oro get up and take advantage?

After Oro gets up, he grabs a hold of the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a split legged moonsault. But Rampage gets his knees up, causing Oro to crash across them. The crowd boos.

After checking on both men, the ref starts his count.

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

Both men begin to move. After making their way up to their feet, Rampage reaches out, grabs Oro and whips him into the ropes. Oro counters with a handspring back elbow that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. Rampage gets up, but Oro knocks him down with a running clothesline. Rampage gets back up, but Oro knocks him down with another running clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Rampage gets up, Oro picks him up and whips him hard into the corner. As Rampage stumbles from out of the corner, Oro throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers. He then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Oro reaches the top, Rampage gets up and delivers a dropkick to the leg. Oro ends up losing his balance, falls and winds up crotched on the turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Oops! Too slow.

Rampage gets back up, climbs the turnbuckles and grabs Oro for a superplex. But Oro blocks the move. So Rampage goes for another superplex but again, Oro blocks the move. Rampage then lets go and goes to punch Oro. But Oro blocks and counters with a right hand of his own. Rampage throws another punch. But again, Oro blocks it and counters with another right hand. Oro then unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face before shoving Rampage off the the second turnbuckle and to the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Down goes Rampage!

Oro then stands up on the top turnbuckle, only to turn around and drop down for a split legged moonsault. But Rampage rolls out of the way, causing Oro to crash onto the canvas to boos from the crowd. Rampage then rolls over, turns Oro over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

Clement: Oh what the hell!

Grayson: What a win!

"All Star" hits to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY RAMPAGE!

Rampage gets up to his feet and demands the ref to raise his arm. The ref does, raising Rampage's arm to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What a win by "The All-Star".

Clement: Johnny Rampage stole that match from Tigre and everyone know it!

[FGA Office]

Posted via the FGA Website Earlier Today
from Las Vegas, NV

Kidd: By now, you've all heard the good news. Despite trying his hardest to run from me, A.J. Fairchild will have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. At Pride, Honor & Excellence, I WILL get my shot at you, A.J., in the Ladder Match. Just like I told you last night, I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done to me and for everything you've done to Vikki. And I'm going to hit you where it hurts the most - taking your FGA Championship!

But that's not all. Just before then, me and A.J. have been given the opportunity to pick each other's poison. On February 9 at the next DVD Taping, we get to pick each others opponent. And when I think of the perfect opponent for you, I want someone that is going to beat you from pillar to post. I want someone that is willing to give you the beating that you deserve. I want some that's going to bring the Violence! That's why on February 9, A.J., you're going to be going one on one.... with Kevin Hardaway!

But Kevin, same me some. Don't hurt him too much. A.J., I want you to make it to New York City so I can take your belt in your own backyard!

[FGA Office]

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 Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Chandler makes his way to the ring, ignoring the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps into the ring. He calls for a mic and waits impatiently for Manny Cruz to hand him one.

Chandler: There's been a lot of things going on in FGA. There's been a lot of topics up for discussion. But yours truly has been pretty much dead silent since Final Frontier. It was on that night that I lost...... to Ben Hanson.

(The crowd cheers. After the cheers subside, a "Metal Heart" chant breaks out. An annoyed look comes across Chandler's face.)

Chandler: Ben Hanson beat me in the center of that ring. He did what he set out to do. He lived up to his word. And while I do not like him or respect him...

(The crowd boos at Chandler's lack of accepting that the better man won.)

Chandler: ... I can respect the fact that he came through on his word.

(The crowd responds with a mixture of cheers and boos.)

Chandler: But make no bones about it, Ben. You beat me on that night and that night ONLY. One night doesn't wipe the board clean. One night doesn't change history. One night doesn't change the fact that every other time we've faced off, I've OWNED you! I've routinely gotten the best out of you. I ran you out of this company. And if you had managed to stick around, I would have gotten up, dusted myself off, and ran you out of town once again.

(The crowd boos as Chandler still can't seem to let his issues with Hanson go.)

Chandler: You can boo all you want to. You may have beaten me. But I know you're still a punk. I know you still have nothing between the legs. And I know that you can never measure up to me in any facet of this sport. You may have won the battle at Final Frontier. And what a battle it was. But I won the war. You see, you bragged to everyone that you left FGA back in August for greener pastures. You flaunted the fact that you left for glitz and glamour, for fame and fortune. Yet guess what? How's Peach State doing these days? How's Revival treating No Heart Hanson these days? Oh that's right, they're both out of business! Oops, misjudged that one juuuuuuust a little bit, didn't you?

(The crowd boos as Chandler flashes an arrogant smirk. He's enjoying his low blow to Hanson.)

Chandler: Hey, you relish in the fact that you finally beat me one on one. I'll just take comfort in the fact that, unlike you, I actually have a job.

(Chandler cackles as the crowd continues to boo.)

Chandler: But enough about him. Let's talk about some people that are actually still on the roster. Let's talk about our so-called champion, A.J. Fairchild.

(And now the crowd really begins to boo. But not at Chandler, but at A.J. Fairchild for his recent actions.)

Chandler: That's right, A.J. Fairchild. I knew he was no good from the start. My buddy Preston has been preaching it from the mountain tops for weeks. But it took everyone seeing Vikki getting her clock cleaned with that belt for a SECOND time for you to finally get a clue. Congratulations. A.J. Fairchild, you're no man. And you are certainly no champion. And if there were any justice in this world, that belt would still be around me waist because you damn sure did nothing to win it from me.

(The crowd responds with a mixture of cheers and boos.)

Chandler: Every single time I hear you opening your mouth or check your Twitter profile, I see you counting the days. Counting the days as if you're reaching another milestone. But instead of counting the days that go by, I suggest you start counting down. In case you don't remember, you owe me after you screwed me out of my belt. So take this as me calling my shot right now. I'm coming for you A.J. And I'm coming for my belt. No disrespect to Ryan Kidd, but I hope you win. Not because I don't like him. Kidd is inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. I want you to win because when my title match comes, it's YOUR neck that I want my hands around. It's YOUR face that I want to tee off on. And you can rest assure that when I get my rematch, I will make the most of that opportunity and become the first two-time champion this company has ever known.

(The crowd responds with a mixture of cheers and boos. This time, more cheers than boos.)

Chandler: Oh, and by the way. As far as Vikki Synn goes, let me just lay it out to you like this. It's a good thing I wasn't Ryan Kidd and it's a good thing that Madison wasn't Vikki. Because if you had even laid so much as a finger on her, I would have knocked your head clean off your shoulders. You understand me?

(The crowd cheers. It's probably the first time that a crowd has been firmly behind Chandler.)

Voice: Shut…

(Suddenly, a voice cuts through over the system. The fans look around to see who is speaking, but nobody is there. Chandler Scott is doing the same thing in the ring, looking around in confusion.)

Voice: ….your fucking…

(Again, the same voice speaks. This time, from the top of the entrance, Chris Q steps through the curtain to overwhelming boos from the audience. Chris takes a second and smiles at the people before he stops and stares directly at Chandler Scott.)

Chris Q: …mouth.

(Now Chandler knows who is talking and looks back at Chris. He seems pissed that he’s being interrupted.)

Chris Q: I don’t care if you want to come out here and cry about losing your match to Ben Hanson at Final Frontier. I don’t care if you want to talk about A.J. Fairchild attacking women and telling the world that you were right about his character. Fine, go ahead, talk all you want. But I don’t want to see you come out here and talk about the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. Because guess what, Chandler? While you were at home, licking your wounds and crying into your pillow, I was here ripping through the ranks. I was establishing myself as the meanest motherfucker in Frontier Grappling Arts.

(Chris pulls the microphone away from his mouth for a moment to let the boos ring out. Q continues to stare directly at Chandler.)

Chris Q: If you were really so determined to get the belt back, you shouldn’t have taken the match with Ben Hanson at Final Frontier. You should have demanded your rematch against Fairchild immediately. I have no sympathy for your ignorance. As far as I’m concerned, you let the title go. You took a big risk by taking on Hanson and you lost. Now you think you should be fighting for the gold? That’s a fucking joke.

(Chandler’s livid at his comments.)

Chris Q: Because I thought I made it pretty fucking clear who would be getting the next shot at the belt. It’s certainly not going to be a little bitch from Harvard who has only competed once since losing the title. The next person in line for a shot is the new Big Bad of Frontier Grappling Arts, Chris Q.

(The tension continues to build. Q has managed to steal most of the boos from the audience as they continue to pour on their hatred towards him.)

Chris Q: So go ahead, keep talking about Ben Hanson. Keep telling yourself that all of your previous victories somehow keep you relevant in today’s FGA. I don’t really care what you do, Chandler, as long as it doesn’t involve the FGA Heavyweight Championship. Because if you think about going for the belt, then you’ll be in for a rude awakening. The FGA pond has gotten a lot bigger since you last held the strap. You’re no longer a big fish. Now, there are sharks swimming in the pond. And right now this shark is giving you the opportunity to swim away. If you don’t take my advice, well, the consequences will speak for themselves…

(Not waiting for his music to start playing, Chris Q drops the microphone on the ground. Chandler and Q keep their eyes locked as the fans seem unsure of which man to support. Finally, Chris turns around and heads to the back as the scene fades.)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

(( Outside the convention center steps Anton Chase. He begins to speak as he walks up to the camera. ))

Chase: It's been the topic of conversation for the past several weeks. "Why Anton, Why?"

Why would you go after Kevin Hardaway?

Why would you attack him?

Why would you ever try to attack a man like him? Don't you know how dangerous he is? Don't you know what hes going to do to you when he gets his hands on you?

Anton scoffs at the notion.

Chase: Please, Kevin Hardaway doesn't seem that tough to me. It took one Chase Factor to put him down. Besides, the man wanted violence. I simply gave him what he asked for. It's not my fault that he can't handle what I gave him.

As far as why I did what I did? It's simple. A guy like me doesn't do things unless I have something to gain from it. And in attacking Hardaway came a certain amount of financial gain on my end.

For those of you who are too slow to read between the lines, I was paid off. Yes, you heard right. I was paid off by.... someone.... to do what I did. But that, Kevin, was just the start. There will come a time and a place when I will get you in the ring. And when that happens, I'll finish what I started in Woodbridge.

But for now, I'll leave you with this. Who could have done it?

Who could have paid off "The Future" to do what he did to you?

Maybe it was one of your "good buddies" from back in FRONTIER. Did you ever think of that? Of course you didn't. Maybe, just maybe, your buddies back in Merry 'ol England aren't too fond of seeing you applying your trade in the other Frontier. Maybe they're not too keen on some of the remarks you've been making recently since you popped back up on December 28. Maybe they see you as a turncoat and are using me to teach you a lesson. Maybe, just maybe....it was Matt Montell. I bet he's not too happy to see you over here, either. Maybe firing you from your beloved FRONTIER was just the start. And maybe he's using me to finish you off. Maybe, just maybe....

Chase laughs to himself.

Chase: A little food for thought, Kevin. But don't think too hard. I know you have that all important match coming up. I hope this doesn't cause a distraction. But if it does? Good! Soon, Kevin, everything will be revealed. And soon, I'll get you in that ring and I'll finish what I started....

[FGA Office]

Semifinals of the Pride Championship Tournament
(Three Way Dance)
Jake Winchester vs. Leon Corella vs. Kevin Hardaway

Cruz: The following contest is a three way dance and it is the semi finals of the Pride Championship tournament!

[Cue the opening guitar rift for the Muse's "House of the Rising Sun". The Arena lights change to a golden hue. Through those curtains steps none other than Leon Corella...]

#THERE IS....A HOUSE.... IN NEW ORLEANS....#

[....He sports full ring gear, consisting of black and gold tights decorated with a metallic golden skull and red rose on the outer thighs, matching elbow and knee pads, similarly detailed wrestling boots, and heavy white tape from his fists to half the forearm. Despite being tied back in a short, tight ponytail, Strands of short blond hair hang in his face as he scans the crowd with ice blue eyes, his gaze intense and intimidating.]

#TTTHHHEEEEYYYYY CCCCCAAAAALLLLLL THA RRRRIIIISSSSSSIIIINNNNN' SSSSSUUUUUNNN!!!!#

[Leon strolls down the isle, little in the way of fan fair as he makes his way to the ring. Upon arrival, he hops onto the apron and walks the length of it, looking briefly to the crowd before throwing one leg through the ropes, dipping down and walking out onto the canvas.]

Cruz: INTRODUCING FIRST! HAILING FROM PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND, THIS COMPETITOR STANDS SIX FEET, FIVE INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS....

[Front and center he stands, staring hard at the entrance arch with a fierce, steel gaze that withers even the bravest of souls...]

Cruz: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE GIVE YOU...

LLLLLEEEEEOOOOOONNNNNN CCCCCOOOOORRRREEEELLLLLAAAAAA!!!

[...His eyes say it all- He's not here to f*** around. He's here to conquer.]

Grayson: The winner of this match will face Malcolm Drake in the tournament finals with the Pride Championship on the line and many people seem to be pegging Corella as a favorite for this match. I think Leon’s definitely got a chance of advancing but I think that this match will be more of a tossup than anything.

Clement: Corella’s the former UWL Patriot Champion and the guy’s traveled all over the globe plying his trade. If there’s anyone capable of knowing what it’ll take to go all the way in this tournament, it’d be him.

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland.... Weighing in at 229 pounds.... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Clement: Corella beat Dom Harter to get to this point, Kevin beat Eddie and did so in convincing fashion, which I’m sure wasn’t as easy as it looked.

Grayson: He sent Eddie packing to god knows where....

"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 their opponent, from Syracuse, New York.... weighing in at 245 pounds.... He is "Old School" 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: I hate to do it, but I give Winchester come credit. He beat Pat Gordon Jr. in the first round of this tournament to get here and could easily play something of a dark horse in this match.

Clement: I agree. As far as I’m concerned and I think many fans will agree, this match is a toss up.

The bell rings and all three men venture into the middle of the ring and bump fists in a show of respect before circling one another. Hardaway makes the first move, going after Winchester. He locks up with Jake and quickly gets him back against a corner, where he nails a few elbow shots and then a European uppercut that rocks him. Corella yells at Hardaway to move, and he does as Leon charges in with a splash that causes Winchester to stagger out of the corner and collapse to the mat. But before Leon can do anything, Hardaway spins him around and rocks him with a European uppercut. He scoops Leon up and then drops him with a slam on top of Jake. With both of his opponents down, Kevin charges into the ropes and comes back with a splash to the mat on both of them! The crowd cheers as he pulls Leon off of Jake, who he drops an elbow on. Kevin gets up and drops an elbow onto Leon as well.

Grayson: Hardaway is having his way with the two old timers right now, isn’t he?

Clement: Kevin’s definitely coming out of the gate swinging and right now he’s taking care of both Leon and Jake.

Kevin finally pulls Leon up to his feet and presses him up above his head. Jake rolls onto his back and Kevin goes to toss Leon on top of him, but Leon somehow manages to wiggle free at the last moment and slide down Hardaway’s back. He wastes no time in kicking Kevin’s left knee out from under him to get him down to his knees, then he hauls off and nails a knife edge chop to Kev’s chest. The crowd goes “wooooooo” with the shot and then does so again as Leon nails another. He then grabs Kevin in a headlock and pulls him to a vertical base, where he repeatedly knees him in the chest. He nails about five of them before he spikes Kevin back into the mat with a DDT.

Clement: Ouch! Corella with a DDT and he’s finally got Hardaway down.

Grayson: Leon needs to turn around and FAST!

Corella gets up and turns just as Jake charges across the ring and catches him with a clothesline that gets him down. Corella gets back up and Jake spins him around and catches him with a belly to belly side suplex. The crowd starts a dueling “Let’s go Jake/Let’s go Kevin/Let’s go Leon” chant as Jake gets up. He eyes Kevin getting up on the other side of the ring. He sizes him up for a second, then charges at him looking for a running knee lift but Kevin dodges it. Jake turns around and Kevin’s there to catch him in the jaw with a crescent kick. Jake hits the mat and Kevin wastes little time in getting down to cover him.

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Jake kicks out!

Kevin sits up and Leon comes from out of nowhere with a stiff kick right to his back. Kevin reels in pain as Leon rears back and nails another kick. This time he follows it up by grabbing Kevin by the head and pulling him up to his feet. He nails an elbow to his forehead, then whips him across the ring. As Kevin comes back, Leon picks him up and plants him into the mat with a spinebuster! Leon wastes little time in grabbing Kevin by the legs and turning him over for the Walls of Perfection! The crowd roars as Leon cranks on the hold, adding more and more pressure to Kevin’s legs and back. While Leon has it locked on, Jake comes over and applies a sleeper on Leon. The fans clap in appreciation for what they’re seeing as Jake continues to put pressure on Leon, who seems to start fading through he’s still got Kevin in the Walls.

Grayson: Imagine if Kevin taped out and Leon faded? It would be a double whammy for Jake!

Clement: No doubt that thought was on the veteran’s mind when he applied that sleeper!

Finally, Leon lets go of Kevin, who rolls away from the heap as Jake keeps the sleeper on Leon. Corella quickly fades to his knees and before we know it, the referee lifts Leon’s arm up once and it falls. He lifts his arm up again and it falls once more. The crowd buzzes as the referee lifts Leon’s arm up a third time but this time it doesn’t fall. Leon keeps it up and actually battles back to his feet, where he reaches up behind him, grabs Jake by the head and counters the sleeper with a stunner that sends Jake staggers back and into a samoan drop from Kevin!

Clement: Leon with a great counter to the sleeper and Kevin was right there to scoop Jake up and drop him to the mat!

Grayson: Yeah, but look at this! Kevin and Leon are back to back!

Sure enough, both men get up almost back to back, then bump into one another when they reach their feet. Kevin goes for a spinning backfist, but Leon ducks it and grabs Kevin from behind. He goes for a belly to back suplex, but Kevin flips and lands on his feet behind him. He pulls Leon back and goes for a reverse DDT, but Leon rolls through it and nails a Northern lights suplex that he bridges!

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NO! Kevin kicks out!

The fans cheer as Leon quickly gets to his feet and lays into Kevin with some kicks before he pulls him to his feet. He scoop slams Kevin back down, then uses his feet to roll him over to the ropes. He gets Kevin into position, then steps onto the middle rope, leaps up and drops a knee across Kevin’s skull. Kevin rolls into the middle of the ring and Leon gets up slowly, like he’s stalking him.

Grayson: Leon looks like a predator stalking his pray and this doesn’t bode well for Kevin, I can guarantee you that!

Leon waits for Kevin to get to his feet before he gets behind him and goes for a Russian legsweep, though Kevin nails an elbow, then another to get out of it. Leon staggers back against the ropes and Kevin sizes him up for a moment before charging at him and going for a clothesline to the outside. At the last second, Corella falls to the mat, pulls down the ropes and sends Kevin tumbling to the outside of the ring! The crowd lets out an “ohhhhhhhhhhh” at this, but their reaction soon turns to cheers as Winchester grabs Leon as he gets up, lifts him up for a suplex only to drop him across the top rope and slingshot him back into the ring with a brainbuster! He floats over for the cover and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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THREE!

Clement: Jake Winchester’s eliminated Leon Corella and I swear, this crowd is going to blow the roof off of this place!

Grayson: I knew this match would be a toss up, but I’m kind of surprised to see Leon go first! Now it’s down to just Jake Winchester and Kevin Hardaway! One of these two men are going to face Malcolm Drake in the finals for the Pride Championship!

Jake stands up as the crowd cheers. Leon rolls out of the ring and Jake’s attention soon goes to Kevin on the outside of the ring. Jake rolls to the outside and waits for Hardaway to get up before he charges at him and nails a clothesline that takes him down to the floor. Jake then lays into him with kicks and shots to his back as Kevin tries to get up. Hardaway manages to crawl over to the ring steps, where Jake grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first off of the top step. The sound of the impact echoes through the building and Jake wastes no time in rolling Hardaway into the ring. He quickly crawls on top of him and goes for the cover.

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TWO!
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NOOOOOOOO! Hardaway kicks out!

Jake pulls Kevin to his feet and nails a European uppercut to him, but Hardaway responds with one of his one. Jake nails another and once again, Hardaway nails one of his own! The crowd approves of this exchange judging by their cheers and their reaction only gets louder as Jake nails a rapid shot to Hardaway’s jaw, then another. He backs Kevin against the ropes and then whips him across the ring. He gets down for a back body drop, but he telegraphs it and Kevin kicks him stiffly in the jaw. Jake staggers back a few steps and then Kevin scoops him up and nails an Alabama slam on him.

Clement: Ouch! Hardaway just took the wind out of Jake’s sails! And his lungs!

Hardaway waits for Jake to get to his feet before he grabs him from behind and locks in a full nelson on him. He wastes no time in snapping Jake back for a bridging suplex.

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NO! Jake kicks out!

Hardaway gets to his feet and nails a few kicks to the downed Winchester before he takes a step back and waits for Jake to get up. When he does, Kevin grabs him by the head and pulls him back like he’s going to go for a reverse DDT but he suddenly spins Jake around and then drops him to the mat with a cutter. The crowd cheers as Hardaway rolls him over for the cover!

Grayson: I think he’s got him!

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NOOOOOOOOOO! Jake manages to kick out to cheers and a “this is awesome” chant from the crowd.

Kevin gets up and this time, pulls Winchester up. He places Jake’s head between his legs, then lifts him up and plants him into the mat with a power bomb. Jake lays on the mat motionless as Kevin makes his way over to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope.

Clement: Hardaway’s going high risk here and it may pay off the way he’s been getting closer and closer with the near falls!

Kevin gets to the top rope and sizes up Winchester for a moment before he leaps off with a double foot stomp! At the last moment, Jake rolls out of the way and Hardaway lands on his feet. Jake gets up and Kevin recovers with a roundhouse kick, but Jake ducks it to cheers. He gets behind Hardaway and grabs him around the waist to pop him back with a German suplex! Jake holds on and slowly gets to his feet, pulling Kevin with him where he nails another German suplex! The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Jake slowly gets up again, dragging Hardaway to his feet where he manages to pop off a third German suplex, this one folding Hardaway up on the mat as Jake bridges it.

Clement: He’s got him! Winchester’s got it!

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NOOOOOOOOOOO! Kevin kicks out and the crowd gets on their feet, clapping in appreciation at the match that they’re witnessing.

Grayson: We’re watching a battle unfold here! The Pride title and making it to the tournament finals means so much to these men that they’re going to put themselves through hell and high water if they have to in order to get to it!

Jake gets to his feet and seems to beckon Kevin up. When Hardaway reaches his feet, Jake grabs the back of his head and plants him face first into the mat with a bulldog. Jake uses the ropes to help pull himself up and it’s there that he once more beckons Kevin to get to his feet. When he does, Jake spins him around and sets him up for a suplex, though he drops Hardaway across the top rope to go for his slingshot brain buster. But instead of springing back, Hardaway slides to the apron and lands on his feet. Jake lets go of him, but Hardaway grabs him by the arm and clotheslines him down from over the ropes. He gets back into the ring and when Jake makes it up, he lifts him onto his shoulders, then spins him over for a powerbomb that plants him into the mat! Kevin stays on him for the cover!

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“Violence (Enough is Enough)” plays as the fans cheer and Kevin gets slowly up to his feet, where the referee raises his hand.

Grayson: He did it! Kevin Hardaway won with the Asylum Bomb and he’s going to the finals to face Drake for the Pride title! God, what a match that’s going to be!

Clement: Winchester and Corella gave the match everything they had, but ultimately it’s Hardaway getting his hand raised and I agree…….him against Drake is going to be a HUGE match! I can’t wait!

Corella, who was still at ringside the entire time, waits for both men outside the ring. Once the two men go to the outside, he raises both of their arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway then makes his up the aisle and to the back. A couple paces behind him is Winchester. Corella leans up against the ring as he tries to catch his breath. Once Hardaway and Winchester are through the curtain and to the back, a commotion can be seen happening in the crowd. Hoping over the barricade is Dom Harter. The crowd boos.

Clement: Well if it isn't that conniving little bastard, Dom Harter.

Grayson: TENACIOUS little bastard. Please, let's be factually correct here.

Clement: What the hell does he want? To finish the job? To put someone else on the shelf?

Grayson: Probably. I hear that Akrista is already lonely in her hospital room.

Dom marches over towards Corella and tries to attack him from behind. But Corella, knowing what's coming, quickly reaches under the ring and pulls out his sledgehammer to cheers from the crowd. The sight of the weapon stops Dom in his tracks.

Clement: Oh here we go! Let's see who the tough guy is now?

Corella slowly approaches him as Harter smirks. He puts his hands up. He then slowly steps back as Corella takes his sledgehammer and repeatedly jabs the air, keeping Dom at bay. Dom, once his back is against the barricade, places one leg over it. He mentions that "this isn't over" before scooping his other leg over the barricade. He then slowly backs away through the crowd, never taking his eyes off of Corella. Corella throws down the sledgehammer in anger as he stares a hole right through Harter.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
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 had some strong words for Chandler Scott earlier, didn't he?

Grayson: He most certainly did. And you know what? I think he's kind of right. Who does Chandler Scott think he is? His time came and went. Chris Q is the new Big Bad on the block. And everyone should take notice. That man is the only one deserving of a title shot around here!

'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.... He is "The Southie Scrapper", 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: Pat Gordon, Jr was beyond irate last night over what happened to his friend, Akrista O'Hare.

Grayson: Oh boo hoo. They ignored The Murder's warnings. As far as I'm concerned, she got what she deserved. And it's only a matter of time before Pat is next. Akrista has been taken out. Drake has already beaten Pooler, who stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He's lucky that Drake didn't try and take him out last night, too. Old Man Corella can only defend himself for so long. Pat is running out of allies and he's running out of time.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and trade punches. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos once Q gains the upperhand. He grabs PGJr and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Q goes for a clothesline. But PGJr ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Q with a diving clothesline. The crowd cheers. Q gets up, but PGJr runs over and knocks him down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, PGJr runs over, delivers a double leg pickup and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd cheers. The cheers continues as PGJr unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then stands up and hammers away with stiff forearm strikes to the face. He then brings Q from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, PGJr grabs him, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr is showing a much more aggressive side to him thus far. But given the events that transpired last night, it's no surprise that he's like this.

As Q pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, PGJr runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and goes for a baseball slide. Q moves out of the way, but PGJr lands safely on his feet. But once he turns to Q, Q knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd boos. He then picks up PGJr, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the edge of the apron, knocking him back down. He proceeds to put the boots to PGJr, stomping away at his chest. He then reaches down, picks up PGJr and whips him hard into the barricade. PGJr arches his back in pain upon impact. After sizing up PGJr, Q charges towards him. But PGJr counters by lifting him up and delivering a flajpack across the top of the barricade. The crowd cheers as Q bounces off the barricade and falls to the floor.

Clement: Great counter there by Pat Gordon, Jr.

Grayson: Chris Q may have cracked a rib on that one.

PGJr picks up up, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Q kicks out.

PGJr picks him up and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Q around, PGJr delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He grabs Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending PGJr into the opposite corner. Q charges into the corner. But PGJr leans back and delivers a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Q stumbles back, PGJr runs from out of the corner and goes for the Wicked Lariat. But Q ducks. When PGJr turns around, Q kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a DDT. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Q picks up PGJr and nails him with a headbutt, dropping him down to one knee. As PGJr stands back up, Q nails him with another headbutt. This time, PGJr stumbles into the ropes. Q marches over, grabs PGJr and nails him with another headbutt. This time, PGJr stumbles into the corner. After going over and turning PGJr around, Q nails him with a series of headbutts that send PGJr slowly slumping down in the corner. The crowd boos. Q then walks out towards the center of the ring, only to turn around, charge back into the corner ad connect with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd boos. But Q isn't done yet. He steps back and unleashes a series of hard knee strikes to the face, busting PGJr's nose open in the process. The ref then steps in and moves Q back as PGJr appears dazed and out of it.

Grayson: Look at Pat Gordon, Jr, once again a mangled mess. One of these days, he's going to get himself serious hurt. All The Murder has to do is pick the date and time and his fate will be sealed.

Q takes the ref and moves him out of his way. As PGJr pulls himself up using the ropes, Q comes up from behind, bends his head back and nails him with an elbow to the face, sending PGJr stumbling down to his knees. Q goes over, picks him back up and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Q runs forward and nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection. PGJr flips over the knee and falls to the canvas. As PGJr slowly sits up, Q runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails PGJr with a hard kick to the face that can be heard throughout the arena. The crowd boos. Q then drops down and makes the cover.

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PGJr gets his shoulder up. Frustrated, Q makes the cover again.

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PGJr gets his shoulder up again. The crowd cheers.

Annoyed, Q sits him up and fish hooks his mouth. The crowd boos as PGJr can be heard screaming in pain. The ref then gives PGJr until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q willingly lets go of the hold..... only to reach back down and gouge PGJr's eyes from behind. The crowd boos as a sick smile forms on Q's face. The ref again gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q lets go. He picks up PGJr and whips him into the corner. Q then runs into the corner and connects with a running forearm smash to boos from the crowd. He then takes a groggy PGJr by the hair, leads him from out of the corner and then plants him with a double arm DDT. He turns PGJr over and makes the cover.

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PGJr kicks out.

Clement: Chris Q has been relentless in his assault on Pat Gordon, Jr.

Grayson: He's sending a message to everyone loud and clear. Especially Chandler Scott.

Q sits up PGJr and applies a sleeper hold from behind. The ref asks PGJr if he wants to give up. But PGJr wags his finger at him. So Q cinches in the hold, applying even more pressure. After a few, the ref asks PGJr if he wants to give up. PGJr is slower to respond. But he still refuses to throw in the towel. So Q leans on him a bit, applying even more pressure to the hold. The ref asks PGJr if he wants to give up. But he doesn't answer. So the ref waits a couple of seconds before asking him again. Still no answer. The ref then raises PGJr's arm and lets go. The arm drops to boos from the crowd. The ref grabs the arm, raises it again and lets go. The arm falls for a second time to boos from the crowd. The ref raises his arm for a third time and lets go. It starts to fall.... then shoots back up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: He's not done yet! Pat Gordon, Jr still has some fight left in him!

Q shakes his head in disbelief as PGJr begins to shake his arm. He begins to recover as the crowd gets solidly behind him.

Crowd: Let's go Paaaat, let's go! (clap-clap) Let's go Paaaat, let's go! (clap-clap) Let's go Paaaat, let's go! (clap-clap)

PGJr slowly turns over onto his knees. After getting up on one leg, PGJr stands up. He elbows Q four times in the midsection, breaking the hold. While Q is doubled over, PGJr runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Q goes for a back body drop. But PGJr slips down from behind. When Q turns around, PGJr blasts him with an Irish Kiss that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. But the impact from the move sends PGJr stumbling back into the ropes.

Clement: And down goes Chris Q!

Grayson: yeah, but Gordon may have done even more damage to himself.

Q gets back up to his feet. After shaking out the cobwebs, PGJr runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. Q gets back up, only to get knocked back down by another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, PGJr grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, PGJr throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg.

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Q gets his shoulder up.

PGJr picks up Q and whips him hard into the corner. As Q stumbles out, PGJr runs into the adjacent set of ropes, comes back, grabs Q and brings him down with a bulldog. The crowd cheers. PGJr turns him over and makes the cover.

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PGJr picks up Q, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Q around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches Q as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4......

Q grabs PGJr, heads out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop to boos from the crowd. While PGJr is doubled over, Q runs into the ropes. When he comes back, PGJr goes for the Wicked Lariat. But Q ducks, grabs PGJr from behind and brings him down with the Cracker-Jack. The crowd boos. He then picks up PGJr, scoops him up across his shoulder and plants him with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref slides over to start the count.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS Q!

The ref goes to raise Q's arm. But Q yanks his arm away from the ref, sending the ref scurrying off.

Clement: Chris Q does it again, keeping his record spotless.

Grayson: Give this man what he wants. Give this man what he deserves. The more they wait, the more people will get hurt. And if Chandler doesn't keep his mouth shut, he'll be next.

[FGA Office]

"But Kevin, same me some. Don't hurt him too much. A.J., I want you to make it to New York City so I can take your belt in your own backyard!"

(A disgusted A.J. Fairchild smacks the monitor off the table and watches it fall to the floor. He then turns to the camera.)

A.J. Fairchild: Really, that's the best that you've got? Kevin Hardaway?

First off, I'm not fighting Kevin Hardaway or anyone else for that matter. I personally don't feel like wrestling on February 9. So since I don't feel like wrestling, I'm just going to take the show off of. If you don't like it then too bad. I'm the FGA Champion which means I can do whatever I want. I show up and wrestle whenever I want, clearly. So I'm not wrestling. Instead, I'm going to have my friend Dani Tyler take my place instead. I'm sure she can handle it. Don't worry, I'll be there on February 9 for support and to make sure that everything goes smoothly. But I want to be in tip top shape for when I get to beat you for the THIRD time at Pride, Honor & Excellence.

Now as far as you go, Ryan, well I've got the perfect opponent in mind. You and him will go together like oil and water. You represent pretty much everything that he hates. A guy like you, a guy that gets propped up as this great guy and the future face of the company... that's someone that this man would love to tear apart. So on February 9, you're going to be facing a man that's going to circle you. He's then going to swoop down, attack you and pick at your bones until there's nothing left. On February 9, Ryan, you get to face... Malcolm Drake.

If I were you, I'd bring back up. This crow doesn't tend to work alone. You do know what a pack of crows is called, right? A Murder. So I suggest you bring Vikki with you. I have it on good authority that Malcolm and Dom know how to show a woman a good time. Just ask Akrista O'Hare. Have fun, "buddy." I'll see you on the 9th.