Jersey City DVD Taping (2.9.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Jersey City DVD Taping
Jersey City Armory
Jersey City, NJ

Jacob Knite vs. Tony Edison

"My Curse" by Killswitch Engage blasts in the auditorium, smoke begins to flood the gymnasium floor as the lights on the side and above the entrance ramp begin to glow a deep green. Suddenly the curtain peels back and out steps Jacob from the back, he pauses for a moment with his head down and his eyes locked on the ring giving off an intense stare.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at 205 pounds, he is "The Commander of the Night", JACOB KNITE!

He then continues his walk towards the ring walking through the smoke and ignoring the desperate acts of attention being displayed by the fans. They hold their hands out to touch him, but he breezes by them without a care. Once at the ring post Jacob rolls into the ring and props himself back up to his feet, as his entrance music gives way to the boo's of the audience.

Kevin Clement: Hello everyone and welcome to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD presentation. We are coming to you from the Jersey City Armory in Jersey City, New Jersey. I am Kevin Clement. Joined with me as always is Evan Grayson. And Evan, we are a mere two weeks away from Pride, Honor & Excellence. What do you think we're going to see here tonight?

Evan Grayson: We're on the last stop to New York City and Pride, Honor & Excellence. Everyone is looking for that last bit of edge. Everyone is looking for that bit of momentum to take with them into P.H.E. It should be a good one, Kev.

"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 his opponent, from Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 217 pounds, he is "The Man That Gravity Forgot", TONY EDISON!

Clement: In the ring right now is Jacob Knite, making his debut against the veteran Tony Edison.

Grayson: Knite is a bit unhinged, to say the least. He may not be all there upstairs. But those are some of the most dangerous people in that ring, Kev. For Tony, it's really simple. He has to use that ring savy, that veteran knowledge and most important his speed if he wants to win.

The bell sounds as Knite attacks Edison from behind with clubbing shots to the back of the neck. The crowd boos.

Clement: And Knite is not wasting any time as he attacks Edison from the get go.

Grayson: Good for him. Why sit around and let Edison run circles around you. Why let Edison take it to the air? Pounce on him immediately and take all of it away from him

He then picks up Edison and whips him into the ropes. When Edison comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to Knite. The crowd cheers. Knite gets back up, but Edison knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Knite gets back up, Edison grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Knite comes back, Edison goes for a hurricanrana. But Knite counters with a sitdown powerbomb. The crowd boos.

Grayson: So much for that comeback from Tony Edison....

Knite picks up Edison and whips him hard into the corner. As Edison stumbles out, Knite kicks him in the midsection and delivers a sit out jawbreaker. The crowd boos. He then picks up Edison, lifts him in the air, holds him up for about five seconds and then slams him down with a sitout gordbuster. The crowd boos. As Edison gets up on his knees in pain, Knite gets up and nails him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. The crowd boos.

Clement: What a kick to the head by Jacob Knite.

Grayson: If Edison's not out of it yet, he will be soon.

Knite then picks up Edison, kicks him in the midsection, turns and delivers the Knite Cap. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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"My Curse" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JACOB KNITE!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

The British Bomber vs. Bob Pooler

“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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in 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: There's a lot of bad blood in this one, Evan. I don't expect this to be a technical masterpiece.

Grayson: Neither do I. If a man stole my woman from me and made my life a living hell, the last thing I'm going to do is place him in a hammerlock. I'd be more apt to take a hammer to his face. But that's just me.

The lights dim slightly before fading out, a small amount of smoke begins to pour out near the walkway and Highway To Hell begins to play, after a few moments red, white and blue lighting effects begin before Bomber walks out onto the stage, as he appears from behind the curtain he soaks in the crowds hostile response before walking to the ring, climbing up and holding his arms out as the reception gets louder. He slowly steps into the ring before his music fades out and the lights come back on.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing in Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 230 pounds.... THE BRITISH BOMBER!

The bell sounds as both men rush to the center of the ring and trade punches to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And these two aren't wasting any time taking it to each other!

But the cheers soon turn to boos as Bomber ducks and brings Pooler to the mat with a double leg takedown. He then mounts himself on top of Pooler and unleashes a series of right hands to the face. But Pooler rolls over on top of Bomber and answers back with a series of punches of his own. But the cheers turn to boos as Bomber rolls back over on top of Pooler and begins to unleash rights and lefts to the face. But the boos turn back to cheers as Pooler rolls over on top of Bomber, grabs him by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas. But Pooler's offense is stopped with a poke to the eyes of out desperation from Bomber. The crowd boos as Bomber rolls to the outside.

Clement: British Bomber not wanting any of Bob Pooler right now!

Grayson: This is strategy. Why keep laying in place so a guy can punch you in the face?

Bomber catches a breather on the outside. Once he sees the fans booing him, he begins to chirp right back at them. But while Bomber is busy taunting the fans, Pooler begins to recuperate. Once Bomber turns and climbs back up onto the apron, Pooler runs into the corner and connects with a springboard rebound dropkick, sending Bomber tumbling to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Bomber pays the price for taking his eye off his opponent.

As Bomber gets up on the outside, Pooler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. Bomber moves out of the way. Pooler, despite this, is able to land safely on his feet. But Bomber knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd boos.

He picks up Pooler, grabs him around the waist and them rams him back-first against the edge of the apron. He then brings Pooler from off the ring, only to ram him back into it. The crowd boos as Pooler can be seen cringing in pain. Bomber then brings Pooler away from the ropes, only to deliver a vertical suplex to the floor. The crowd boos as Pooler can be seen arching his back in pain. Once Bomber rolls back into the ring, he gets up and tells the ref to start the count.

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

Pooler pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. As he pulls himself up using the ropes, Bomber connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs a hold of Pooler and tries to suplex him back into the ring. But Pooler slips down from behind and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll.

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Bomber kicks out.

The momentum from the kick out sends Pooler stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. But as Bomber gets back up, Pooler gets up on the apron and knocks him down with a springboard dropkick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Bomber kicks out.

Pooler picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Bomber comes back, he slides through Pooler's legs, reaches back and yanks him down, causing Pooler to hit the canvas face-first. The crowd boos.

Clement: Nice counter there by The British Bomber, who thus far has been more impressive than Bob Pooler has given him credit for.

Grayson: Well would you expect anything less from a guy like Pooler?

Bomber then gets up, picks up Pooler, throws him down with a snap suplex and follows up with a jumping knee drop to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Bomber picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Bomber nails him with a punch to the midsection that doubles him over. He then follows up with a knee lift that knocks Pooler down. Bomber makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Clement: And another nearfall by Bomber, but Pooler just will not stay down.

Grayson: He should. Him taking this beating is bad for his health.

Bomber picks up Pooler, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Pooler around, Bomber delivers a series of right hands that send Pooler sliding down in the corner. Once Pooler is down in the corner, Pooler unleashes a series of mudhole stops to boos from the crowd. He follows up by choking Pooler with his boot while pulling down on the top rope for leverage. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Bomber lets go. He then reaches down, pulls up Pooler and whips him into the opposite corner. As Bomber charges into the corner, Pooler goes to give him a boot to the face. However, Bomber catches his foot to boos from the crowd. He then drags Pooler from out of the corner. While Pooler stands on one leg, Bomber taunts him. But the taunting is cut short as Pooler counters with an enzuigiri, turning Bomber inside out to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Bomber gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Bomber pays the price for too much taunting. But he thankfully got the shoulder up just in time.

Pooler picks up Bomber and whips him towards the ropes. Bomber then ducks and baseball slides to the outside. Not wanting Bomber to get away, Pooler baseball slides to the outside himself. But once Pooler turns towards him, Bomber knocks him back down with another clothesline. The crowd boos. He then picks up Pooler and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Bomber connects with a slingshot elbow drop. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up. Bomber tells the ref to count faster as he makes the cover again.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up. Bomber then slaps the canvas in frustration before holding up three fingers at the ref.

Clement: Bomber now getting a bit frustrated that he can't put Pooler away.

Bomber picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Bomber picks him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos. Bomber then gets up, steps through the ropes and heads up to the top turnbuckle. Once he reaches the top, Bomber leaps off and goes for a flying elbow drop. But Pooler rolls out of the way, causing Bomber to crash elbow-fist onto the canvas. The crowd cheers as Bomber clutches his arm in pain.

Clement: And the high risk doesn't pay off as The British Bomber connects with nothing but the canvas!

Grayson: C'mon Bomber, get up!

As both men get up, Pooler runs over, jumps up and delivering a double knee armbreaker to cheers from the crowd. Bomber gets back up, but Pooler grabs him by the arm and repeatedly wrenches his arm over and over. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Bomber reaches over with his free arm and rakes him across the eyes. He then knees Pooler in the midsection before going for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Bomber comes back, Pooler bends over to set up a back body drop. Bomber counters with a sunset flip. But Pooler rolls through it and connects with Dr. Teeth. The crowd cheers as he falls on top of Bomber and hooks the leg.

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Bomber gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Pooler picks up Bomber, only to bring him down with a crossface. The crowd cheers. But Bomber quickly reaches over and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Pooler to break the hold. The crowd boos. Pooler then picks up Bomber and goes for an irish whip. But Bomber reverses, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Bomber goes for a clothesline. But Pooler ducks. When Bomber turns around, Pooler goes for a roaring elbow. But Bomber ducks and tries to counter with a crucifix pin. But Pooler counters with a samoan drop. The crowd cheers. As both men slowly get up, Pooler leaps up and brings him down with the Equilibrium. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Bomber, hooks his arms, lifts him up and delivers the Midnight:30. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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"Unleashed" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, BOB POOLER!

Pooler gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Score another one for Bob Pooler, who picks up another win here in FGA. But it's probably his sweetest victory to date since it's over The British Bomber.

Grayson: Go ahead and rub it in. I'm sure Bob Pooler will. But I'm also sure of this. This won't be the last time these two cross paths. And next time, The British Bomber will come out on top.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Braydon Jones vs. Johnny Rampage

(The lights dim in the arena, and a deep digitally synthesized voice is heard echoing through the arena, a fog billows out across the entrance way.)

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

(Through the fog steps out Johnny “The All-Star” Rampage, as . He looks out across the sea of fans as they boo and jeer him. Rampage seems bathe in the hatred of the fans. He flashes a winning smile as camera flashes reflect off his signature sunglasses. He makes his way down to the ring trading insults with the fans at ringside. He rolls into in the ring and takes a mic.)

Rampage: So shortly I am going to raise Braydon Jones to the highest level of fame that he will ever achieve. “The Bully” is going to step into the ring with “The All-Star”, and when the dust clears he will just be another step in my quest to win the title here in the FGA. I was going to say he would be the next step in my quest to prove I was the best....

(Rampage looks out across the crowd and see a fan with a sign for A.J. Fairchild, and he just shakes his head.)

Rampage: I know that A.J. is the “top dog” (and yes Rampage does the finger motions for quotation marks), around here. But I know, and each one of you fans out here in.. where are we again? Well where we are doesn’t really matter and honestly even A.J doesn’t matter. I could take that title from him in my sleep. But that will have to happen on another night, because I will have to “earn my spot” (yes more finger motions).

(Rampage shrugs and dodges as someone hurls an empty popcorn bucket at him.)

Rampage: And in order to do that I am going to have to face the mis-named “Bully”. Who thinks that he can be a positive role model, with such a name. I don’t care if some loser hockey team had a “Bully” you picked a stupid name for yourself and however you justify it I don’t care. It’s bad, and you should feel bad about it! Just like the name of your finisher.... What I was trying to do was offer you marketing and branding advice, but you like the rest of these losers in the crowd....

(Rampage relishes in the jeers and insults from the fans.)

Rampage: You fall back on your justifications of everything. You and all of them cannot accept the fact that you might have made a mistake and done something wrong. I am going to offer to help prevent you from making another big mistake “Bully” (more finger motions), that mistake is going to be getting into the ring with me. I will humiliate you, like it did to Tigre Oro. He was the supposed to be the next big thing, and no he can’t even face his loss at the hands of yours truly.

(Crowd breaks out into an all familiar chat of “Die Rampage Die!”. Rampage looks out across the fan and once more flashes that award winning smile.)

Rampage: Each and everyone of you who sits out there and hurls your insults at me, have to remember that you would do anything you could to be where I am right now.

(Rampage turns his attention back to the entrance way.)

Rampage: Since we know that you at the very least read my wikipedia page “Bully”. You know who I am and where I come from. But you couldn't wrap your head around why? Why am I out here? Why do I do what I do?

(Rampage laughs.)

Rampage: It’s simple “Bully” I have been kicking ass and taking names in the ring, because I can. I won all of the theatrical, cinematic, and music related accolades that there are. Then I came across wrestling where you don’t just get to rub the fact that you are better in the face of your peers....

(A smirk of a man who is very sure of himself crosses the face of Johnny Rampage.)

Rampage: Wrestling in the place where I get to prove it by KICKING YOUR ASS! So “Bully” when in about three minutes you find yourself laying on your back, looking up at the lights, and you hear my music begin to play. You will realize....

(Dramatic Pause.)

Rampage: YOU HAVE JUST BEEN STAR STRUCK!

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. 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.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania……..“The Bully” BRAYDON JONES!

Clement: Jones is fresh off of an impressive win over Hank Hazard and…….

Grayson: Yeah, yeah. He beat some nobody. Good for him. But tonight he’s going up against a superstar…..no, scratch that……..an ALL star and I have a feeling that this may be a long night for The Bully.

The bell rings and Braydon makes a bee line for Johnny, who backs against the corner and leans out between the top and middle rope. The fans boo as the referee forces Jones back, but The Bully wastes no time in going after Rampage again. This time he manages to get his hands on Johnny, but Rampage again leans out between the ropes to force the referee to back Braydon up. This time, Jones picks the referee up and moves him aside to the roar of the crowd as he goes after Rampage and nails left after right after left to Rampage’s mid section. He backs Johnny against the corner and then nails a knife edge chop to his chest that echoes through the building. He nails a second, then a third before he grabs Johnny by the arm and fires him across the ring. Rampage collides hard with the corner and staggers out into the middle of the ring where Jones nails a swift belly to belly suplex on him!

Clement: How about this! The Bully’s in firm control here!

Grayson: Yeah! Because he cheated! Rampage was against the ropes and Braydon shoved the ref out of the way to get to him! He should be disqualified!

Rampage gets up holding his back and turns right into Braydon, who lifts him up and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Rampage rolls onto the mat and holds his lower back as he reaches out and grabs at the bottom rope. Jones grabs him by the feet and wastes no time in yanking him up and back to watch him drop on the mat. Rampage again holds his lower back and this time climbs to his feet slowly. He turns around and Jones bounces off of the ropes and comes at him with a flying shoulder tackle. Rampage moves out of the way and lets Jones fall to the mat. Jones gets up and recovers from his missed shoulder tackle, but Rampage is there to spin him around and leap up to catch him with a lung blower. Jones stumbles back into the ropes and Rampage gets up, smiling.

Grayson: Here we go! Jones is in for it now!

Clement: Rampage has managed to turn the tide of this match and things don’t look too great for Braydon Jones right now.

Rampage sizes up Jones for a moment and then charges at him, looking to clothesline him over the ropes. At the last second, Jones drops his shoulder and elevates Rampage over the ropes, but Johnny manages to land on his feet on the apron. Jones turns to him, but Rampage reaches over the ropes and then drops down to nail a hot shot on Braydon. The crowd boos as Rampage quickly gets into the ring and covers the downed Braydon.

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Braydon kicks out!

Rampage gets up and nails several kicks to the downed Jones before he reaches down and grabs him by the feet. He swings him around and then falls back to send Braydon flying and crashing into a turnbuckle. The fans boo and start a “you suck” chant as Rampage gets to his feet and backs up into the opposite corner from Braydon. Finally, he takes off toward Braydon, who gets his feet up at the last second and catches Rampage square in the jaw. Johnny staggers back and Braydon charges out of the corner and catches him with a flying clothesline that takes him down!

Clement: Jones nearly took his head off with that clothesline!

Grayson: Poor Rampage don’t even know what him, I don’t think!

Rampage gets up, but Braydon is there to catch him with a Manhattan drop. Rampage’s eyes widen as he grabs at his groin area, but the crowd’s absolutely delighted by it and cheers The Bully on. Jones kicks Rampage in the gut to double him over, then he grabs him around the waist and nails a gut wrench power bomb that shakes the ring. He quickly hooks a leg!

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Rampage kicks out!

The fans go a little quiet as Bryadon gets up and nails some well aimed kicks to Rampage’s body before he goes to reach down and pull him up. But as he gets Rampage up to his feet, Johnny reaches over and pokes Braydon in the eye, sending him staggering back in blindness. The crowd boos as Rampage smirks at his handiwork.

Clement: Oh, what in the hell was that from Rampage?!

Grayson: What? I didn’t see anything! I’m sure it could have been any worse than what Braydon did at the beginning of the match…….

Braydon falls to a knee as he struggles to regain his sight. He gets back to his feet, but Rampage grabs him from behind and bulldogs him down. Braydon rolls over onto his back and Rampage rushes into the ropes and springboards back off of the middle rope with a moonsault! He stays on Jones and hooks his leg to boos.

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THRE-NOOO! Jones kicks out!

Rampage wastes little time in getting up and nailing a flurry of kicks to Jones before pulling him up to his feet. He gets behind him and quickly drops him with a belly to back suplex. The fans boo as Rampage gets up and then seems to lay in wait for Braydon. When The Bully manages to get to his feet, Rampage grabs him from behind, charges into a corner to splash him against the turnbuckle, then he takes a step back and nails a German suplex that he bridges!

Grayson: Rampage has this!

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THRE-NOOOOOOOOOO! Jones kicks out again!

The crowd starts a “let’s go Braydon” chant as Rampage gets up. He grabs Jones by the head, but when he gets Braydon to his knees, he gets nailed in the midsection once, then a second time, then a third time. Braydon gets to his feet, but Rampage pulls his head down and kicks him in the chest to send him reeling. Rampage grabs him by the head and spikes him into the mat with a DDT. He rolls Braydon over and gets his feet up on the ropes as the ref makes the count.

Clement: Come on! This is how he stole that win over Tigre Oro!

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THR-NOOOOOOOOO! The referee sees Rampage’s feet on the ropes and stops the count.

Rampage is furious and gets up, yelling at the referee and backing him against the corner. When he finally lets up on the ref and turns around, Jones lifts him up and drops him into the mat with a spine buster. The crowd cheers as Braydon gets to his feet and does a cut throat motion.

Grayson: I think he’s motioning for Philly Love……..and this doesn’t bode well for Rampage!

Rampage gets up and Jones hoists him up and nails Philly Love. The crowd comes unglued as Jones makes the cover.

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“This is Absolution” begins to play and Jones gets his hand raised by the referee before he gets out of the ring and starts slapping the hands of the fans around ringside.

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

Clement: Rampage felt a little Philly Love here in Jersey City and this crowd loved every second of it!

Grayson: I still say that Braydon should have been disqualified for what he did earlier in the match when he shoved the referee out of the way when he was telling him to give Johnny some space!

Clement: Oh and I supposed that what Rampage did by using the ropes and poking Jones in the eye was okay? I can’t believe you.

Grayson: I can’t believe that The Bully beat The All Star! What’s this world coming to?

Clement: Braydon Jones picks up a big win here tonight, folks, and he’s quickly establishing himself as one of the hot new stars to watch here in FGA.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Aaron Blaize vs. Camellia D. Magna

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.

Grayson: This should be a good one. You’re going to have two hard hitters in that ring at the same time and I won’t be surprised if whoever gets their hand raised wins this via knockout!

“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. 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.

Cruz: And his opponent! From Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at 145 pounds, CAMELLIA D MAGNA!

Clement: This woman made her debut against Dom Harter back at the doubleshot show in Plymouth and even though she came up a little short then, I think she showed the world that she’s got a lot of fire and heart.

The bell rings and Blaize rushes at Camellia, going for a clothesline. She ducks and spins him around to nail a European uppercut that rocks him, then another. Blaize staggers back a few steps but regains his composure to go for a high kick at Cami. She ducks it and gets behind him to grab him and hoist him back with a belly to back suplex. Blaize rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. When he reaches his feet, he turns and Cami rushes at him. He gets his feet up, but she catches him and yanks him off of the ropes and slams him to the mat.

Clement: Cami with a smart counter there and she’s firmly in control.

Blaize gets to his feet and Cami goes for a crescent kick, but he ducks it. She turns to face him and he nails a stiff kick to her thigh. She responds with a kick of her own, but he fires back with another kick to her thigh. She goes for another one of her own but Blaize catches her leg and quickly nails a dragon screw that takes her to her back. Blaize gets up and drops an elbow across her chest. He gets up and quickly drops another elbow across her chest. The fans boo as Blaize gets up and grabs Cami by the hair. He nails a few right hands to her skull, then whips her across the ring. She comes back at him and he nails a back elbow to her jaw that lays her out.

Grayson: Ouch! He nearly took her head off with that!

Clement: Blaize has managed to take control and it looks like he’s setting Cami up for something here.

Blaize waits for Cami to start getting up before he charges at her and nails a knee lift square to her jaw that sends her onto her back again. The fans boo as Blaize looks down at Cami and shakes his head. He seems to size her up for a moment before he rushes toward her and nails a leaping knee drop to her skull. He quickly hooks a leg.

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Cami kicks out!

Blaize quickly gets up and pulls Cami to a vertical base as well, locking on a front face lock to her. He nails some knees to her chest, then he finally lets up on the chin lock only to whip her across the ring. He drops down for a back body drop, but Cami manages to grab onto the ropes and stop herself. Blaize realizes something’s up and looks up just as Cami nails a super kick that catches him square on the jaw.

Clement: Good lord! I think she knocked Blaize out!

With Blaize on his back, Cami rushes into the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and springboards into the ring with a senton splash that’s right on target. The fans cheer as she hooks Blaize’s leg.

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NO! Blaize kicks out.

Cami gets up and pulls Blaize to his knees. There, she nails a kick to his chest followed by another stiff kick. Blaize teeters a little bit, but manages to pull himself up to a standing position. Cami goes for a high roundhouse kick, but Blaize ducks it. He gets behind her and nails a quick German suplex that folds Cami in half. She dazedly rolls into a sitting position and Blaize is there to nail a running kick to her jaw that lays her out. The fans boo as Blaize lifts up Cami and seems to be setting her up for something as he places her head between his legs.

Grayson: I think that he’s going for a power bomb and if he hits this, the match could be over!

Clement: I don’t even think Cami knows where she is right now after that kick he just gave her.

Blaize lifts Cami up, but she manages to slide down his back and land on her feet. She’s dazed but manages to nail a kick to the back of his leg that sends him staggering against the ropes. She sizes him up for a moment, then charges after him. He manages to drop a shoulder and elevate her to the apron. He staggers into the middle of the ring and turns around just as she leaps up onto the top rope. She leaps into the ring and catches Blaize with a Snapdragon Fire! The fans cheer as she quickly gets on him and goes for the cover.

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“Riptide” begins to play and the fans cheer as Cami gets up and gets her hand raised by the ref.

Cruz: Here is your winner…….CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

Clement: She did it! Cami managed to put him away with the Snapdragon Fire and damn that was picture perfect!

Grayson: Blaize took his eyes off the prize for just a second and Camellia made him pay for it!

Cami gets out of the ring and slaps a few fans’ hands as she walks to the back.

[FGA Office]

((Chandler Scott is standing by.))

Chandler: Chris Q. What exactly IS your malfunction?

Do you not know who I am? Have you not seen the things that I've done? Or do you simply just not care? Well if it's the first two, your simply misinformed. If it's the latter, then you're simply ignorant to what's standing in front of you.

Contrary to the thoughts that run through that pea-sized brain of yours, you are not the heir apparent. You don't "got next". The only man that is going to be lining himself up for a title shot.... is me. And if we really want to make things crystal clear, I should still be the champion right now. But that's another conversation for another day. Let's get back to me and you right here.....

What you did back in Woodbridge was a slip of the tongue. You tried to get smart with me. You tried to throw a little dirt on my name. That's fine. I see it everyday. It's called throwing rocks at the throne. It's simply no sweat off my back. But a couple of weeks later in Providence... when you interrupted me and tried to humiliate me.... that wasn't a slip of the tongue. That wasn't throwing rocks at the throne. That was you trying to make a statement. A statement that loudly proclaimed that Chris Q had arrived to take what was his, Chandler Scott be damned.

Well, Chris, if you keep up wth actions like these.... the only thing you're going to be taking is a beating at my hands. Do you understand that? Well if you don't understand that, try and wrap your head around this. You don't scare me. The beard. The glasses. The streak. None of that intimidates me. None of that gives me pause. It doesn't matter if you call yourself a Viper or an All-Star or Crows or even the new Big Bad, each and every single last one of you gets in line behind ME. You put on a show, a routine, an act. I don't act. I simply step into that ring and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the very best that this company has to offer, has ever had to offer and WILL ever have to offer. In 2012 I displayed 365 days of dominance, something which you will never duplicate. I'm sure you'll try. But like everything else in your life, you'll simply fail.

Now these words may seem harsh. And there was a time when I never would have even acknowledged your presence. But you interrupting me and disrespecting me was the equivalent of you slapping me across the face. And unlike the Akrista O'Hares, the Jacob Demores, the Pat Gordon Juniors and the Alistair Mangolds of the world, I don't get pushed around. Especially by the likes of you.

You've carved out a nice little run for yourself. That much I'll give you. But you have a loooooooooong way to go before you can even look me in the eyes. That's how much higher up on the totem pole than I am that you, Chris Q. And I've got news for you. That's not changing anytime soon.

So, here's what I suggest. With Option A, you and I can face off in the ring and I'll happily show you how good you're not. Or, we can go with Option B. And Option B is you apologizing to me, saying that your sorry for causing an inconvenience to me. And in turn, I'll walk away and chalk all this up to a simple misunderstanding. Option B keeps your nice little streak in tact. Option A sees me clasping my hands together and breaking much more than some streak.

I suggest you choose wisely.

[FGA Office]

Anton Chase vs. Johnny Blayze

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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 mind as well have put a bulls eye on his forehead. Because he essentially made himself Kevin Hardaway's number one target last month in Woodbridge.

Grayson: Oh please. Kevin Hardaway isn't going to do a single thing. All of his tough talk won't amount to anything in the end. Not only is Chase going to beat him, but he's going to get paid for it, too.

Clement: Well I'd still like to know who is bankrolling Anton Chase. Whomever it is, they clearly don't have the guts to get in the ring with Hardaway themselves.

[The lights go dark and spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer 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.]

Cruz: And his opponent, from Daytona Beach, Florida. Weighing in at 215 pounds, he is "Hot Stuff" JOHNNY BLAYZE!

[Blayze raises his fists in the air and dances to the music as the lights go back on. He then struts down to the ring, slapping hands and bumping fists with fans on both sides of the aisle.]

Clement: And here comes the man that sends all the ladies into a frenzy, 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. He then jumps off and does a few groin thrusts in time with the music before it fades and he is introduced to the crowd.]

Grayson: Give me a break. "Hot Stuff"? More like Hot Garbage! What kind of ladies man repeatedly calls women the B word anyway? It's not Dani Tyler's falt that she beat him up. It's not her fault that Blayze, despite walking out with the winner, walked out looking like a loser. Well at Pride, Honor and Excellence, he will be the loser when everyone's favorite party girl puts Johnny Boy down for the count!

The bell sounds as Chase runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running clothesline. But Blayze ducks. When Chase turns around, Blayze knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. When Chase gets back up, Blayze knocks him back down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. When Chase gets back up, Blayze goes for a third dropkick. But Chase side steps and swats him down. The crowd boos. As Blayze tries to get up, Chase runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking Blayze over onto his back.

Clement: Anton Chase wasting no time attacking the ribs of Johnny Blayze.

Grayson: That's smart. Chase is no rookie. He knows what he's doing in that ring.

Clement: But he clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into when he decided to try and knock off Kevin Hardaway.

Chase goes over, picks up Blayze, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He turns Blayze around and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Blayze can be seen wincing in pain. Chase then steps back and delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. Blayze can be heard groaning in pain. He then brings Blayze from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chase goes for a clothesline. But Blayze ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chase runs at him and goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Blayze rolls through it and counters with a school boy. The crowd cheers.

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Chase kicks out.

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

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Chase kicks out.

As both men get up, Chase quickly kicks Blayze in the midsection, doubling him over. He then wraps his arms around Blayze and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex.

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Blayze slowly bridges up, turns around, hooks Chase's arms and brings him down with a backslide.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Chase quickly rakes Blayze across the eyes, stopping his momentum to boos from the crowd. He then grabs a hold of Blayze and goes for a vertical suplex. But Blayze slips down from behind and shoves Chase into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Blayze knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers.

Clement: The action early on has been at a lighting fast pace. But Blayze may have finally slowed things down with that kick to the head.

Blayze picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Blayze into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, he takes down Chase with a spinning headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up and turns around, Blayze runs over, hops onto his shoulders and delivers a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up and turns around, Blayze runs over, leaps up and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd cheers as Blayze turns and makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Blayze picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Blayze knocks him down with a jumping spinning back elbow. With Chase down, Blayze gets up, steps through the ropes and waits for Chase to get up. Once Chase gets up and turns around, Blayze springboards to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a flying crossbody. But Chase connects with a dropkick to the ribs in mid air, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What aim!

Clement; A well-timed counter there by Chase that has completed taken the wind out of Blayze's sails.

Blayze can be seen clutching his ribs in pain while he kicks his legs. Chase gets up with a smirk on his face. He takes his time making his way over to Blayze. He then picks up Blayze, scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers a fireman's carry into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Blayze can be heard groaning in pain. He makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chase picks up Blayze and brings him to the corner. After lifting him up and sitting him down backwards across the top turnbuckle, Chase climbs up onto the second ropes and goes for a super belly to back suplex. But Blayze shifts his weight in mid air, crashing down across Chase to cheers from the crowd.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Clement: Chase may have gotten the shoulder up, but man was it close!

Blayze picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Blayze goes for a kick to the midsection. Chase blocks it, but Blayze counters with an enzuigiri. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Chase, takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker and makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Blayze picks up Chase and whips him into the corner. He then runs into the corner, hops onto Chase and goes for a monkey flip. But Chase holds onto the ropes for dear life, sending Blayze back-first to the mat. The crowd boos.

Chase then brings Blayze from out of the corner, scoops him up across his shoulders and goes for The Chase Factor. But Blayze slips out from behind. When Chase turns around, Blayze delivers a knee strike to the midsection and follows up with a Shiranui. The crowd cheers. He makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs as Blayze thought he had him.

Clement: And Blayze isn't the only one who thought this was over. So did the crowd!

Grayson: Yeah, but you can't keep a good man down and Chase is one of the best to do it. There's no way he's going to let Blayze beat him that easily.

Blayze then picks up Chase and throws him down with a scoop slam. After clutching his side, he takes Chase by the arm and drags him into position. He then heads into the corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Chase gets his knees up, causing Blayze to crash down across them. The crowd boos.

Grayson: He's going to be feeling that one for awhile!

Chase then picks up Blayze, scoops him up across his shoulders with an argentine lift and drops him down with a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos. He then quickly picks up Blayze, scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers The Chase Factor. The crowd boos. He then picks Blayze back up, lifts him up and then slams him down with The Chase Factor. The crowd boos. Chase then turns over and sits up for the pin.

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THREE!

Faint plays over the PA to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ANTON CHASE!

Chase heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Johnny Blayze was in firm control of this match. But time and time again, Chase attacked the ribs to stop his momentum. And in the end, it was enough for a three count.

Grayson: Johnny Boy better heal up fast. Because the party girl is going to be dancing all over those ribs come Pride, Honor & Excellence!

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

“Chariots of Fire” plays through the Jersey City Armory, moving the fans to their feet. Pat Gordon, Jr. emerges from behind the curtain, wearing his wrestling gear, “Pat Lock” t-shirt, and his newly won UWL World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist. Pat takes a second to soak in the ovations before he starts his way down the aisle, high-fiving fans along the way.

He does a lap around the ring, giving high-fives to all the front row fans, before stopping to give his “Pat Lock” t-shirt to one lucky kid in the audience!

The Boston Bruiser grabs a microphone, walks up the ring steps, and makes his way through the ropes.

PGJR: “Dom Harter, in just...”

Pat looks at his wrist.

PGJR: “Fourteen days. In fourteen days, I get to step into the ring with you. And I get to pay you back.”

The Southie Scrapper paces around the ring.

PGJR: “See, Dom, this debt has been accumulating week after week, night after night. Alistair Mangold - a really good, hardworking guy - you and Malcolm Drake, you shattered his ankle. Akrista O’Hare, a young woman who was like a sister to me - shelved with multiple injuries after your backstage attack.”

Gordon stops and stares straight up the aisle, pointing at the backstage curtain as if it were Harter himself.

PGJR: “You’ve said that you want to take out all of my friends, Dom. You said you wanted to send me a message. And when I was out celebrating my UWL World Title victory, I looked around, and your work was noticeable. People I would have really loved sharing that moment with... They were in the hospital. Message received.

“But in just fourteen days, Dom, I get to pay off this debt. In fourteen days, at Pride, Honor, and Excellence, I get to step into the ring with you and pay you back for each sneak attack, each injury, all these members of the FGA roster have sustained at the Murder’s hands.”

“Superunknown” by Soundgarden begins to play right on cue; the crowd begin to boo heavily as ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ steps out from the back. He too is wearing his ring gear as well as his newly won UWL World Tag Team title, which is slung over one shoulder. The fans continue booing as Harter slowly walks down the aisle.

The two men fail to take their eyes off one another, glaring intensely as Dom climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle rope. One of the ringside assistants hands Harter a microphone as he stands a foot or so away from the UWL World Heavyweight Champion, Pat Gordon, Jr.

Dom Harter: “As much as we’d love to take credit for the low turnout at your little celebration party, Junior, I don’t think it’s fair to levy all the blame at our feet for that one.

“Sure, we took out Mangold. Worked his ankle and his knee pretty good, didn’t we? And sure, we beat O’Hare until she nothing more than a bloody quivering mess backstage. Until she was coughing blood and spluttering like a helpless little animal...”

Gordon’s eyes widen and he smiles.

PGJR: “Dom - “

Harter doesn’t notice and keeps rubbing the salt in the proverbial wound.

Dom Harter: “We did that, yeah. But to blame us for the low attendance. Is it our fault that - who was it - Johnny Blayze and Ryan Kidd were the only ones celebrating with you?”

PGJR: “Dominic...”

Pat Gordon, Jr. tries again to interject, but Dom still takes no notice.

Dom Harter: “Is it our fault that Mangold or O’Hare couldn’t get a day’s leave from their hospital beds to come and see you? That Leon Corella didn’t feel up to joining you. That Bob Pooler didn’t want to. NO! It’s not. You’re missing the big picture here, Junior, you’re missing exactly what we’re trying to achieve. We’re weeding out the weak and the feeble one-by-one, piece by p--”

PGJR: “DOMINIC HARTER!”

Harter stops talking, an annoyed smirk on his face as he condescendingly asks the question.

Dom Harter: “What!?”

Gordon looks at Harter like a cat about to eat a canary.

PGJR: “You made a mistake. You came out here... ALONE!”

Harter gets a panicked look on his face, albeit, briefly. It doesn’t take long for the UWL World Heavyweight Champ to send Harter to the mat with one BIG BELT TO THE GOB! The Jersey City crowd roars into a frenzy as the UWL Tag Team Champion quickly rolls from the ring. Dom Harter reaches under the bottom rope to grab the title belt that fell from his shoulder. He backpedals up the aisle, rubbing his chin.

Dom Harter: “You’ll regret that, Junior!”

Harter shouts as he continues walking backwards up the aisle.

Dom Harter: “If it’s the last thing you do, you’ll REGRET that!”

PGJR: “Fourteen days, Harter! FOURTEEN DAYS!”

“Chariots of Fire” fills the arena again, signifying that Pat Gordon, Jr. has won a battle in this war.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond vs. Jake Winchester

"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 out of 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: You could just feel the tension in the air between Pat Gordon Jr and Dom Harter. The level of disdain they have for one another is apparent. And no punches will be pulled when they meet up at Pride, Honor & Excellence. But we go from that match, which will definitely be hostile, to this match coming up. A match of respect as two battled veterans go head to head.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Syracuse, New York. Weighing in at 245 pounds, 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: Well isn't this sweet. I think it's wonderful that the local nursing home let these two out for some fresh air. But shouldn't they be playing shuffle board? I'm sure slamming and suplexing each other won't be good for their arthritic knees.

Clement: How about showing some respect for these two men.

Grayson: How about I show them to the nearest rest room We don't want the grandpas to have an accident in the ring. I'll even take them to the one with the handicap rail.

Clement: I think that's enough!

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and shake hands. After taking a couple steps back and circling the ring, they lock up. After jockeying for position, Bond places Winchester in a side headlock. Winchester then shoves Bond off of him and into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. He then runs into the ropes as Bond turns over onto his stomach. When Winchester comes back, he hops over Bond and runs into the ropes. Bond then pushes himself up to his feet. When Winchester comes back, Bond leap frogs over him. Winchester continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Bond knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Winchester kicks out.

Bond brings him up to his feet and places him in a side headlock. The ref asks Winchester if he wants to give up. But he refuses. He then slowly slips out of the side headlock and applies a hammerlock from behind. The crowd cheers. But Bond bends over and counters into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd cheers. He then transitions back into a side headlock. But Winchester shoves Bond off of him and into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester goes for a back elbow to the face. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester throws him down with a japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. Bond gets back up, but Winchester throws him back down with another japanese arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Bond gets up and turns around, Winchester throws him back down. This time with a deep arm drag. He then places Bond in an armlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond shakes his head, refusing to quit. He slowly fights his way back up to his feet. He then grabs Winchester by the wrist and counters with an arm wringer. The crowd cheers. He delivers another arm wrench.... and another.... and another. Winchester then grabs Bond by the arm, counters with an arm wrench of his own, and follows up with a short-arm clothesline that knocks him down. The crowd boos as Winchester makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Winchester picks up Bond, places him in a side headlock and then nails him with a punch to the face, sending Bond stumbling into the ropes. As Winchester approaches him, Bond throws out a kick to the leg. He then delivers another kick to the leg.... and another. Bond goes for another kick. But Winchester catches his foot and then spins him around. When Bond comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Winchester quickly ducks and counters with a back body drop. The crowd cheers. As Bond gets back up, Winchester grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester nails him with a running jumping knee strike to the face, knocking him down. He makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall there by Jake Winchester. These two have been trading blow for blow this far.

Grayson: Yeah, I'm shocked these two old timers haven't given themselves a heart attack with this pace.

Winchester picks up Bond and nails him with a stinging knife-edge chop. After massaging his chest, Bond returns the favor with a chop of his own. After seething in pain, Winchester delivers another knife-edge chop. After grunting in pain, Bond cocks his arm back and nails Winchester with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. He then delivers another knife-edge chop... and another. Each chop knocks Winchester closer and closer to the ropes. Bond then goes over, presses Winchester against the ropes and lights up his chest with a series of rapid chops to the chest. He then reaches back and blasts Winchester with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. The crowd cheers as Winchester stumbles away from the ropes and into the corner.

Clement: And that chest of Winchester's is now beet red after those series of chops by Bond.

Grayson: I'm shocked Bond's wrist didn't shatter with those chops. You know his bones are brittle due to lack of calcium.

Clement: That's enough!

Bond goes into the corner, turns Winchester around and whips him into the opposite corner. Bond charges into the corner, but Winchester nails him with an elbow to the face. As Bond stumbles back, Winchester hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and dives off. But Bond catches him in mid air and throws him down with a snap powerslam. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg.

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Winchester gets his shoulder up.

Clement: What a slam there by Bond. But Winchester got his shoulder up in the nick of time.

Bond picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Bond bends over to set up a back body drop. But Winchester counters with a high knee lift, sending Bond stumbling around the ring. While Bond is dazed, Winchester runs back into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Bond throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as Bond crawls over and makes the cover.

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Winchester gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Winchester and goes for a vertical suplex, but Winchester blocks the move. Bond tries for another suplex but again, Winchester blocks the move. Winchester then goes for a vertical suplex of his own. But Bond slips down from behind and drops him with a rear naked chokedrop. The crowd cheers. After Bond gets up, he delivers a stomp to the left arm, then to the left leg. He then goes and delivers a stomp to the right leg, then the right arm. He finishes up with a jumping stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd. Bond reaches down, picks up Winchester, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bond then reaches through the apron, places him in a front facelock and drags him through the ropes. Once he's in position, Bond sets him up for the Rejection. The crowd cheers. But Winchester quickly unhooks his legs from off the middle rope, lifts Bond up and drops him across the top rope with a stun gun. The crowd cheers as Winchester makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Great counter there by Winchester. He had that move well scouted, but it only gets two.

Winchester picks him up, lifts him in the air and throws him down with a front suplex facebuster. The crowd cheers as he turns Bond over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: This geezer doesn't want to stay down, does he?

Winchester picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester goes for a clothesline. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Winchester throws him down with a tilt-a-whirl side slam. Bond can be seen arching his back in pain. Winchester then presses him down and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers as Winchester sighs.

Winchester then turns Bond over onto his stomach and places him in a camel clutch. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond wags his finger at him. So Winchester cinches in the hold, applying more pressure. After a few, the ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But again, Bond refuses to quit. So Winchester pulls back, causing Bond to groan in pain. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. Bond screams at him, “NO!” The crowd begins to rally behind Bond, trying to give him something to build off of.

Crowd: Let's go, Booooond, let's go! (CLAP-CLAP) Let's go, Booooond, let's go! (CLAP-CLAP) Let's go, Booooond, let's go! (CLAP-CLAP) …

Clement: Chris Bond doesn't want to quit just yet. He's got a lot of fight left him in.

Grayson: He better quit. The sooner he quits, the sooner they can wheel him home so he can watch Golden Girls. I hear he's a big Bea Arthur fan.

Bond begins to kick one of his legs, feeding off the energy of the crowd. He then gets on one knee, then both. In a great display of strength, Bond gets up to his feet, with Winchester still on his back. After walking around the ring, Bond jumps up and leans back, sending him and Winchester crashing back-first to the mat. The crowd cheers as the hold is finally broken. Bond then rolls of of Winchester.

Clement: Both men are down! Who will be first to get up to their feet!?

As both men slowly get back up to their feet, they begin to trade punches. But Bond eventually gains the upperhand. He then takes Winchester and goes for an irish whip. But Winchester reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he knocks down Winchester with a running lariat. The crowd cheers. Winchester gets back up, but Bond runs over and knocks him down with another running lariat. The crowd cheers. As Winchester gets up, Bond grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Winchester comes back, Bond picks him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Winchester and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Bond then reaches through the apron, places him in a front facelock and drags him through the ropes. Once he's in position, Bond plants him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers.

Clement: He nailed him with it that time! And Winchester looks like he's on Dream Street!

Bond then picks up Winchester and sets him up for the End of Days. But Winchester repeatedly elbows him in the side of the had. He then takes Bond and whips him into the corner. Winchester runs, jumps and connects with a Stinger Splash. The crowd cheers. He then brings Bond from out of the corner and whips him into the opposite corner. He runs, jumps and connects with another Stinger Splash. The crowd cheers. He then brings Bond from out of the corner, scoops him up across his shoulders and brings him down with the TKO. The crowd cheers. Winchester then gets up, picks up Bond, brings him over towards the ropes, lifts him up and delivers the Old School Expulsion. The crowd cheers as Winchester makes the cover.

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"Kashmir" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JAKE WINCHESTER!

Winchester slowly gets up and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Bond pulls himself up using the ropes. As he turns around, he sees Winchester staring back at him. The two men make their way over to each other.... and shake hands to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jake Winchester gets the win in what has to be considered an upset victory.

Grayson: Yes, I'd classify an 80 year old beating up a 75 year old to be an upset.

Clement: You just don't stop, do you?

Grayson: Telling the truth? Never.

[FGA Office]

((The camera cuts backstage as Chris Q is ripping the microphone out of Justice Young’s hand. Chris pushes Justice out of the shot and speaks directly into the camera.))

Chris Q: Chandler Scott, shut your mouth and start winning matches. Better yet, just start performing on a regular basis. The biggest problem with this company is that none of the so-called “top stars” are required to work, ever. Chandler, you’ve done absolutely nothing but move your mouth and complain since you lost the belt. You had the chance to maintain some level of respect for yourself if you would have tried to win your title back right away after Fairchild took it from you. Instead, you sat at home doing nothing until Final Frontier came along and Ben Hanson provided another example of why you’re not even close to being the best in FGA.

Let me make something else perfectly clear to you, Chandler. When I interrupted you in Providence, I was doing more than making a statement. I was giving you a clear warning that if you are even thinking of trying to challenge for the championship again, you won’t be walking into an immediate rematch. If you truly believe that you deserve a shot at the title after you’re recent failures, then maybe you aren’t as smart as you think you are. You don’t lose the title, wait two months, then try to get a rematch for the belt. You don’t lose an important grudge match to Ben Hanson at Final Frontier and then expect to get rewarded with a title match. It doesn’t make sense. But your absence of logic doesn’t stop there.

You actually try to threaten the Big Bad of FGA? You need to start paying attention to what’s going on around you, Chandler. This company is changing. I listen to the insults you throw at me, the words of intimidation that you try to use, and I just laugh. You’re a joke. You’re the PG version of Chris Q. The stupid Harvard shit, the lame stable with Preston. The whole thing is stale. And I’m not like opponents you’ve faced in the past. You won’t be able to use your intelligence to get the better of me. I feel I’m superior to you both mentally and physically. Something I’ll take pride in showing the entire world.

Make the match. Pull whatever strings you have to and let’s set it up. If you need concrete evidence that Chris Q is the future of Frontier Grappling Arts, give me the time and place to prove it. You might not realize this now, but you fucked up. The one chance you had to get the belt back is now gone. Because if you have to beat me to earn a shot, you’re screwed. I’ll not only send you to the back of the line, I’ll expose you as the overrated little bitch you really are.

((Chris Q drops the microphone as the shot fades to black.))

[FGA Office]

We cut to the backstage area to find Justice young, standing by a little boy with a New Jersey Devils’ jersey on. The kid is standing really close to Young, and even grasping his hand. Justice whispered a few words to the kid before looking back at the camera and speaking into the microphone.

Justice Young: “Hello FGA fans, here with me at this time is the FGA hero of the month Jonathan Pelly. Jonathan is one of the many youth in the United States to be diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. But the little guy isn’t letting that get to him. Jonathan is doing great in school, and even plays on the tee-ball team. ”

The boy gave a small smile as he continued to shy away from the camera.

Justice Young: “Since Jonathan was nominated as FGA’s hero of the month, FGA is going to fly him and his family out to the Big Apple to watch Pride, Honor, and Excellence... But that’s not all. Young Jonathan is a few moments away from meeting your FGA champion A.J. Fai- ”

Before Justice could even finish, A.J. Fairchild walks into the picture and snatches the microphone away from Justice. He shoves Justice out of the picture, and lowers his frame down to look the young boy in the eyes.

A.J. Fairchild: “You know Johnny boy it is a damn shame… A damn shame that I’m probably going to get fined for this, but hey if FGA insists on a pauper as a champion so be it. Kid… You’re not looking at a champion, you’re not looking at a wrestler, no you are looking at god… And if the doctor sugar coated it too much, allow me to help you grow up a bit faster… God doesn’t love you. I don’t love you. You’re the product of flawed and inferior genetics. Thank your parents for the awesome lifelong gift of going through school and life as the dumb boy with Asperger’s. I’m sorry… I’m sorry no one told you the truth earlier. But it’s okay, because with me you’ll have a proper champion to try to emulate, you’ll fail of course, as you’ll fail with most things in your pathetic life, but know that you at least tried to be like me. That’s a damn good consolation.”

The kid’s parents begin to rush in to defend their child away from A.J.

A.J. Fairchild: “Our time is up, and sorry but we will never meet again. I don’t accept you. You’re broken goods, and I can’t have you and you’re failure parents take the seats of proud New Yorkers ready to watch me destroy Kidd.”

A.J. takes the PHE tickets from his pockets and rips them all to shreds, leaving the boy in tears. A.J. ruffles the hair on the boys head before walking off, the camera quickly cuts away.

[FGA Office]

Danielle Tyler vs. Kevin Hardaway

Cruz: The following contest is a Pick Your Poison match!

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. 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.

Cruz: Introducing first! From Baltimore, Maryland………Kevin Hardaway!

Clement: Hardaway finds himself in the finals of the Pride Championship tournament after beating Leon Corella and Jake Winchester in a three way dance at the double shot show in Providence a few weeks ago. Now he’ll face Malcolm Drake at Pride, Honor and Excellence to crown the first champion.

Grayson: That’s if he makes it past this match tonight…..and I think that’s a huge IF.

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 her opponent.

Cruz: And his opponent! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania……..Danielle Tyler!

Clement: AJ Fairchild was originally supposed to be in this match against Kevin, but at the end of the Providence show we found out that Fairchild didn’t feel like wrestling so he threw Danielle into this match instead.

Grayson: You say it like AJ’s a coward or something……look at the bright side.

Clement: There’s a bright side to AJ taking tonight off and ducking out of this match with his tail between his legs?

Grayson: Yeah! This is a huge opportunity for Danielle! Imagine if she manages to beat Hardaway here tonight…..it would put her right in the middle of the Pride title picture!

Clement: If anything, Danielle wants absolutely nothing to do with Fairchild.

The bell rings and Danielle charges at Kevin and nails a flurry of shots to him that back him against the corner. She nails some kicks to his midsection and then grabs him by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring. He reverses it and sends her across the ring instead, then he charges in after her. She leaps up at the last second to avoid him, but he catches her on his shoulder and turns to take a running start to slam her. She manages to slide down his back and shoves him forward. Kevin turns toward her and she nails a low dropkick to his knees that take his legs out from under him. He quickly gets to a kneeling position and Tyler springs off of the ropes to come back at him and nail a baseball slide dropkick to his chest.

Clement: How about this! Tyler’s come out of the box swinging!

Grayson: I told you! She knows how big this match up is for her!

Tyler gets up and waits for Hardaway to make it up before she charges into the nearest corner, leaps up onto the middle rope and flies off with a cross body. Kevin manages to catch her, though and slams her down onto the mat to cheers. Hardaway gets up and backs against the ropes. He waits for Tyler to make it to her feet, then he charges looking for a clothesline. She ducks it and rushes into the ropes herself. She leaps onto the middle rope and springboards back with a back elbow, but Hardaway takes a step back and catches her. He snaps her back with a German suplex to cheers.

Grayson: Ouch! That was some counter from Hardaway!

Clement: Tyler’s rolling to the outside of the ring and that may be a good idea given how the last few moments have gone for her.

Tyler holds onto her lower back as she leans against the apron. Hardaway sizes her up, then takes a running start toward the ropes, looking for a baseball slide dropkick to the outside but at the last second Tyler steps away from the apron and avoids it. Hardaway grabs onto the top rope and waits for her to turn around and face him before he launches himself over the ropes with a dive that takes her out.

Clement: Hardaway took the air and it paid off!

Grayson: I don’t know about that, it looks like he may have hurt his right knee on the landing!

Sure enough, Kevin grabs at his knee as he gets up and limps a little as he grabs Danielle and rolls her into the ring. He gets onto the apron and seems to be laying in wait for her. When she gets up and turns to him, he launches himself over the top rope again, this time with a shoulder tackle to the inside of the ring but Tyler manages to move out of the way to boos. Hardaway crashes onto the mat and immediately rolls around in pain, favoring his knee. Tyler rushes into the ropes and comes back with a lionsault that catches Hardaway. She gets up and smirks a little as she eyes his right knee.

Grayson: Oh, boy. Tyler’s zeroing in on that knee and this could be bad news for Hardaway.

Tyler stomps down on Kevin’s knee a few times, then rolls Kevin onto his stomach and grabs his right leg. She lifts it up and then slams it down into the mat knee first. Kevin screams in pain as Tyler lifts the leg up and does it again. This time, she transitions it into a half crab. The fans boo as Hardaway reaches for the ropes. The crowd starts a “let’s go Kevin” chant as Hardaway manages to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes. Just as he gets within arm’s reach of the bottom rope, Tyler gets up and pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Before she can get down and reapply the half crab, Hardaway manages to turn himself over on the mat and use his free leg to kick her. She teeters back and he kicks her again, causing her to let of his leg. He gets to his feet and hobbles over to her as she staggers into a corner. He backs her against the turnbuckle and nails a knife edged chop to her chest. He rears back and nails a second one. The crowd cheers for him as he grabs her by the arm and fires her across the ring. She collides hard with the turnbuckles and staggers out into Hardaway, who goes for a back body drop. Tyler manages to twist herself in mid air and lands on her feet behind him. She quickly clips him in the back of his right leg with her shoulder, causing him to go down.

Clement: And just like that, Tyler’s back on his leg.

Grayson: She’s smart! She knows that Kevin’s wounded and that working that knee over is her best path to victory here.

Hardaway tries to get up, but Tyler springs off of the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the back of his leg that sends him down to the mat again. This time, she gets on him and hooks his leg for a cover.

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Kevin kicks out!

Danielle gets up and rolls Kevin onto his stomach. She grabs his right leg, steps on the back of his knee and lifts his leg up only to slam it down into the mat. He screams and Danielle seems more than pleased with her handiwork as she goes over to the closest corner. She perches herself on the top turnbuckle and lays in wait for Kevin to get up.

Grayson: She’s going for something high risk!

Clement: And with the punishment that Hardaway has taken, whatever this is could be it!

Hardaway gets up, a pained expression on his face. He turns to the corner and Danielle leaps off with a missile dropkick that catches Hardaway square on the chest. Danielle gets to her feet and watches as Kevin uses the corner to pull himself up. He gets to a vertical base and Danielle charges across the ring. She leaps up and catches him with a monkey flip. Kevin tries to land on his feet, but his right knee gives out and he falls to a kneeling position. He manages to pull himself up, but Tyler’s perched herself on the middle rope and leaps off to catch him with a bulldog that plants him into the mat! She rolls him over and hooks his leg!

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THRE-----NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hardaway kicks out to cheers!

Tyler is more than a little frustrated as she gets up and yells at the referee. She turns back to Hardaway and stomps down at him a few times before she pulls him up. She sets him up for a vertical suplex from the looks of it, but ends up shoving Hardaway down as something near the entrance area catches her eye.

Grayson: What’s she doing? She’s got Hardaway almost finished!

It’s then that the camera picks up on Johnny Blayze, who’s standing in the entrance aisle with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.

Clement: That’s Johnny Blayze! Blayze beat Tyler a few weeks ago back at the doubleshot weekend but they’ll be facing off again at Pride, Honor and Excellence…….and look at this!

Blayze blows a kiss to Tyler, who’s more than incensed by his sudden appearance. She turns back to the action in the ring and gets her head taken off with a lariat from Hardaway! The crowd cheers as Kevin yells at her to get up. When she does, he lifts her up and plants her into the mat with a Samoan drop. Even though his leg is still in obvious pain, he springs off of the ropes and manages to drop an elbow across her chest. She rolls into the ropes and uses them to pull herself up. She staggers out toward the middle of the ring and it’s there that Hardaway lifts her onto his shoulders, then spins her over for a power bomb! The fans cheer as he covers her.

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“Violence (Enough is Enough)” begins to play as Hardaway stands up and gets his hand raised by the ref.

Grayson: As far as I’m concerned, it wasn’t The Asylum Bomb that put Danielle Tyler away. It was Blayze coming down here and interrupting the match!

Clement: Interrupting the match? He didn’t do anything! He just stood there!

Grayson: It was his distraction that cost Tyler the match. Before he came out here, she basically had Hardaway begging for mercy.

Clement: I don’t think Hardaway was begging for mercy, but she was certainly taking it to that leg of his. In any case, though, Kevin Hardaway walks out of here with another win and the next stop is Pride, Honor and Excellence! We could be looking at out first Pride Champion right now!

Grayson: Yeah, well after the way he cost her the match I’m sure that Blayze is going to rue the moment that Pride, Honor and Excellence rolls around because Tyler’s likely not going to be happy at all after this.

After the match is over and the victor's hand is raised, a beaten down Hardaway gets up and immediately goes out to the guardrail beside where ring announcer Manny Cruz sits and grabs a chair and a microphone from Cruz's hand, sliding back in the ring.

BOOM! The chair is set down, as Hardaway sits on it, facing towards the entrance ramp. Looking out at it, with a mission to set, it appears like.

Kevin Hardaway: Ever since I've had my first match here at FGA, this one person with a blind eye has been stalking me like I did something wrong to him. Well, guess what? Tonight, I'm ending this right now.

Anton Chase, get out here now and let's finish this. I want to know who the hell paid you off. And I'm not going anywhere until you face me like the coward you are.

Hardaway drops the mic, and that's when...

"Faint" by Linkin Park blasts over the PA

Grayson: Ask and you shall receive.

Anton Chase steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. But he doesn't take another step forward off the mini stage. Hardaway motions for him to come to the ring. But Chase wags his finger at him.

Chase: Oh Kevin. You seem so angry. And what for? Because I don't just come out and spill the beans? What fun would that be? No, I want to make you wait. I want to make you suffer. I want to make you rack your brain with all the possibilities out there. Who could have the cash to hire a man of my stature? Who is the one who has a big enough issue with you that they want you gone?

Well if it weren't your former pwF cohorts, then maybe it's someone right here in FGA.

(The crowd boos as Chase nods.)

That's right. Maybe it's someone back there in that locker room right now. Maybe it's the very owner of this place. Maybe he brought you on for a reason. Maybe he scooped you up here in FGA just so he could make your life a living hell? It'd be ironic, since you made his and everyone's life here hell not too long ago.

(The crowd boos)

Or maybe, just maybe, it's your good buddy Pat Gordon, Jr. Maybe this whole good guy routine is nothing but an act. Maybe you two aren't as close as you'd like to think. As the old saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And next time, Pat won't be hitting you in the head with a headbutt. He'll be stabbing you in the back with a knife.

(The crowd boos as Chase chuckles)

The truth will be revealed in due time, Kevin. But know this, I hope you win at Pride, Honor and Excellence. And I hope you win that belt. Because on March 9, in Ontario, Canada, I'm calling my shot.... and I'm taking you out...

Chase drops the mic as "Faint" blasts over the PA. The crowd boos as Hardaway picks up the chair, holds it back up and heads out to the ring. Chase's eyes widen before he turns and takes off through the curtain...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Tigre Oro vs. Dom Harter

“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 117 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: Young Tigre has still been suffering from the effects of that cheap shot from Jonathan Collins a couple of weeks ago in Providence.

Grayson: It was an accident. How many times does the man have to apologize?

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 [the ring/his opponent] as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle.

Cruz: And his 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: Dom Harter is the last man that Tigre should be facing if he's not 100%

Grayson: I'm sure Dom will take good care of him. Just like he took care of Alistair Mangold and Akrista O'Hare!

The bell sounds as Dom darts over grabs Oro, tossing him over the top rope and to the floor.

Grayson: Looks like Dom just took out the trash.

Clement: Yet another cheapshot by a member of The Murder is more like it!

The crowd boos as Dom rolls to the outside, turns the corner and puts the boots to Oro. He reaches down, picks up Oro and slams him head-first against the ring post, sending Oro stumbling to the floor. He then goes over, picks up some cable wire from the cameras, heads back over to Oro and chokes him from behind with it. The crowd boos as Oro flails his arms. After about five second, Dom lets go, dropping Oro back to the floor. He then picks up Oro, runs forward and throws him against the barricade. The crowd boos as Oro goes down. He picks up Oro, only to plant him with a pulling piledriver onto the floor. The crowd boos.

Clement: The man is already suffering from concussion-like symptoms. The last thing he needs to be is driven onto the floor head-first.

Dom rolls back into the ring and waits for Oro to get back up. While Oro is still down on the outside, the ref starts his count.

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


Oro pulls himself up using the edge of the apron to cheers from the crowd. After he pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes, Dom runs over and connects with a yakuza kick, knocking Oro off the apron and crashing against the barricade. The crowd boos. While Oro is down in pain, the ref starts his count.

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

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Oro pulls himself up onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Annoyed, Dom goes over to attack him. But Oro blocks his punch and counters with one of his own. Dom goes for another punch. But again, Oro blocks it and counters with one of his own. Oro then nails Dom with another punch.... and another. Oro reaches back and goes for another punch. But Dom ducks and counters with a headbutt that dazes Oro. The crowd boos.

Dom then steps through the ropes and delivers a kick to the midsection, doubling Oro over. He then sets up Oro for a piledriver of the apron to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh c'mon, Dom! Dom again!

Dom goes for another pulling piledriver. But Oro counters with a back body drop, sending Dom off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

After Oro tumbles through the ropes and falls into the ring, he gets back up and waits for Dom to get up on the outside. Once Dom gets up, Oro runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a baseball slide, knocking Dom against the barricade to cheers from the crowd. Oro then gets back up and runs into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he charges forward, dives through the ropes and connects with a suicide dive, knocking him down. The crowd cheers, but Oro clutches his head in pain.

Clement: What a dive to the outside by Oro!

Grayson: Yeah, but he may be hurt more than Dom is!

After pulling himself back up using the edge of the apron, Oro rolls back into the ring. After pulling himself up using the ropes, Oro runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Oro comes back, he charges forward and goes for the Space Flying Tiger Drop. But Dom moves out of the way, causing Oro to crash onto the floor. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Splat! The high risk certainly didn't pay off there, did it?

Dom then picks up Oro and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Oro gets his foot on the bottom rope. The crowd cheers.

Dom then picks up Oro and whips him into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Dom nails him with a running forearm smash that turns him inside out. The crowd boos. But Dom isn't done. He holds up one finger before picking Oro back up. He then sends Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Dom goes for another running forearm smash. But Oro ducks and counters with a crucifix pin. The crowd cheers.

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Dom gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Dom runs over for a yakuza kick. But Oro catches his foot and counters with a leg sweep. The crowd cheers. As Dom gets up, Oro grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Dom comes back, Oro takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd cheers as Oro makes the cover.

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Dom gets his shoulder up.

Oro picks up Dom and whips him into the ropes. When Dom comes back, Oro delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The crowd cheers. He makes the cover.

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Dom gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Oro picks up Dom and goes for an irish whip. But Dom reverses, whipping Oro into the corner. But as Oro approaches the corner, Oro does the Corner Wall Flip, running up to the top turnbuckle and delivering a backflip over an oncoming Dom. The crowd cheers. Once Dom turns around, he charges at Oro. But Oro knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers. Oro then picks up Dom and goes for an irish whip. But Dom reverses, sending Oro into the ropes. Oro counters with a springboard back elbow. But Dom connects with a dropkick to the back of the head, knocking him down. The crowd boos.

Dom then picks up Oro, hooks his arms and plants him with Spin The Black Circle. The crowd boos. He then picks up Oro, hoists him up from behind and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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"Superunknown" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!

Clement: Tigre Oro tried to fight back....

Grayson: But Dom was so much better than him that it didn't matter in the end?

Clement: No. Oro put up a good fight. But I don't think he was 100%. That "accidental" back fist was still causing Tigre problems two weeks later.

[FGA Office]

((We cut to a home video, where you can clearly see it's EXODUS Pro Director Jonathan Collins, along with his girlfriend, EXODUS Pro International Champion Fiona Rourke. Sitting on a couch, he leans in to make sure everything is in order for the recording, before sitting back on his couch to talk.))

Jonathan Collins: Hey FGA fans, it's Jonathan Collins here. Listen, I want to sincerely apologize to any fans who wanted to see me this week. The blizzard sort of rearranged my travel plans, so I sincerely owe all of you an apology. In my long career, I have prided myself on always being at my booked dates. So I want to issue an apology to the FGA office and all of you who were hoping to see me live.

So I hear there's this big event coming up, called Pride, Honor, and Excellence. Hell, I didn't know the name right away, I had to Google it. You guys need to work on your publicity. I mean, everyone knows right now that we're not far from the first EXODUS Pro iPPV, March of War...but I digress. The point is, I figured I'd make my way back there and do what I promised to do. I'm going to apologize to Tigre Oro, because that's what a man of integrity and honor does. *smirks* And I know all about honor and integrity.

I'll see you guys at Pride, Honor, and Excellence. Meanwhile, for you people who bought the DVD, make sure you catch a replay of the stream over at the official EXODUS Pro website. Thanks guys, I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

((Collins leans over to cut the video feed off, thus ending the video abruptly.))