Pride, Honor & Excellence

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Welcome everyone to Pride, Honor and Excellence! We are coming to you from the Grand Ballroom inside the famed Manhattan Center in New York, New York. This is our first time being in this historic building for wrestling. Which is fitting, since history will be made tonight.

Evan Grayson: That's right. There will be a new champion crowned tonight. It will be the finals of the Pride Championship Tournament as the head crow of The Murder, Malcolm Drake, takes on Kevin Hardaway. But I can tell you that that will be the only belt being won tonight. Why? Because A.J. Fairchild, Mr. Clutch, will once again come through and retain his championship.

Clement: Well that clearly remains to be seen. A.J. Fairchild will be defending his belt in the main event. It's going to be Fairchild versus Ryan Kidd versus Preston Blake in a Triple Threat Ladder Match. That should be a great one.

Grayson: It will be great. Not only will A.J. retain once again, but after tonight, Ryan Kidd will be gone forever!

Clement: Ryan Kidd, in what was a bizarre move, put his FGA career on the line in this match. He says if he loses, he's done. It's a ballsy move.

Grayson: It's an idiotic move. But it's Ryan Kidd, so what more would you expect. He lets his best friend stab him in the back. He lets his girlfriend get hit in the head with a championship belt repeatedly. And now he's going to willingly throw his FGA career away.

Clement: I have concerns myself. But tonight may very well be his night. He was robbed at Final Frontier. Tonight, justice may finally be served. Also here tonight, Chandler Scott goes one on one with Chris Q.

Grayson: Both of these men are hungry for a shot at the FGA Championship. But only one of them is going to get it. It's not just a clash of styles. It's a clash of lifestyles.

Clement: Two war tested veterans do battle when Jake Winchester takes on the recently erratic Leon Corella.

Grayson: Corella's behavior has definitely been uncharacteristic as of late. Will the real Corella please stand up? If he does, then Winchester could be in a world of trouble.

Clement: Danielle Tyler goes up against Johnny Blayze in a rematch from a few weeks ago.

Grayson: For a supposed ladies man, I've never seen a more foul mouthed gigolo than Johnny Blayze. That pig is going to get his. And The Party Animal is going to be partying all over Blayze's body once she's done with him.

Clement: And we can't forget Dom Harter versus Pat Gordon, Jr.

Grayson: I have no doubt that these two are going to throw everything they can at each other. Pat is out for blood. He's out for revenge. Harter better watch out. Pat may just rip that crow's wings right off tonight.

Clement: We've got a plethora of matches for you tonight. So let's send it down to the ring where Manny Cruz is ready to start things off with our opening contest.

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Addison Chambers

Razorblades by Prevail plays throughout the arena as Addison Chambers walks out from the back. Addison looks around the arena before making his way toward the ring. Once he reaches the ring apron, Addison leaps onto the apron then hops over the top rope as he taunts the crowd before he gets ready for the match to begin.

Cruz: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first………..from Tampa, Florida…………….Addison Chambers!

Clement: Addison is a fairly new addition to the FGA roster and there’s got to be little doubt that he really wants to turn some heads and make an impact here tonight in New York City.

“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………..Camellia D. Magna!

Grayson: Well, this should be a good one. Camellia’s shown us time and time again that she wrestles as good as she looks and Chambers……well, I’ve heard nothing but good things about him.

The bell rings and both tie up. Chambers gets Cami back into a corner and nails an elbow smash to her face. She reels from it and he gets down and nails a shoulder thrust, then another and another. He finally backs up a bit as Cami reels in the corner, then he charges in after her. She gets her feet up and tries to catch him in the jaw, but he manages to grab a hold of her.

Grayson: Oh boy, Chambers counters Cami’s kick and things aren’t looking too good for her.

Chambers throws her feet between the middle and top ropes and as she spins, he catches her with an elbow drop to the chest. The fans give this an “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh” but Chambers doesn’t waste any time in following up on it, dropping a knee across her skull. Cami crawls toward the middle of the ring, trying to get away from him but he follows her and grabs her by the feet. He falls back and launches her back into the corner, but she manages to Spiderman her way through it by clinging to the ropes and avoiding impact. The fans pop a little for this and Chambers gets up and turns to get hit with a cross body!

Clement: What a beautiful way to counter that slingshot from Chambers by Cami!

Grayson: She’s got to stay on him, though if she wants to really capitalize on it.

Cami gets up and charges Chambers, who’s just getting to his feet. She grabs him on the back of the head and nails a bulldog to him. He rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, but she’s there to greet him as she makes his way to the middle of the ring with a flying forearm. Chambers goes down again and Cami stays on him with kicks this time. She pulls him up and grabs him by the head, hoisting him up for a suplex. But he manages to float behind her and grabs her around the waist. He charges her into the ropes, looking to pop off a German suplex but she thrusts her hips back and sends him rolling off of her. He gets to his feet and charges at her, but she catches him with a roundhouse kick! He falls to the mat and she falls on top of him looking for a cover.

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Chambers kicks out!

Cami gets to her feet and pulls him up, but he nails an elbow to the skull, followed by a second and a third. She goes to stagger back, but he grabs her and whips her across the ring. He catches her when she rebounds back and nails a side slam on her. He gets up and beckons her to get back to her feet. She crawls into the corner and slowly does, but once she reaches her feet he charges in after her with a splash, then follows it up with a prompt t-bone suplex!

Grayson: Ouch! That had to hurt and I’ve got to tell you…….this Chambers kid is really showing me something here!

Clement: Chambers is bringing the fight right to Camellia!

Chambers waits for Cami to start getting up before he grabs her from behind and sets her up for a pump handle. He lifts her up for a slam, but she manages to slide down his back. She lands on her feet and dropkicks his back. He staggers into the ropes and Cami rushes after him, but he lowers his shoulders and elevates her over to the apron. She waits for him to turn around before leaping up onto the top rope. She flies off looking for something, but he greets her with a dropkick! The fans gives this a loud “ohhhhhhh” and Cami is in obvious pain as she lays on the mat, holding her midsection. Chambers quickly gets on her and hooks a leg.

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NOOOOOOOOOO! Camellia kicks out!

Chambers gets up and pulls her to her hands and knees, where he nails some knees to her skull. He then pulls her to a vertical base and nails a swinging neck breaker. He gets to his feet and springs off of the ropes to come back with a leg drop across Cami’s chest. He gets to his feet and pulls her up as well. Once there, he lifts her up for the slam part of his Lock Down but Cami manages to break free of his grip and slides down his back to nail a reverse DDT on him.

Clement: Camellia with a big DDT there and now what is she doing?

Grayson: She’s rolling onto the apron and god only knows what she’s got in mind but I guarantee you that whatever it is won’t bode too well for Chambers!

Chambers gets to his feet as does Cami. When he turns around, Camellia jumps up and springboards off of the top rope. She wraps her legs around his head and nails a hurricanrana. She quickly gets on Chambers for the cover.

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“Riptide” begins to play as the fans cheer. Cami gets up and gets her hand raised by the referee. Chambers gets up as well and spins her around.

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

Grayson: Oh boy! What’s he going to do!

Clement: Cami nailed that Snapdragon Fire to finish Chambers off and he don’t look too happy about it and Cami looks like she may be in trouble.

Chambers places his hands on his hips as he faces Camellia, but after a few seconds he shakes his head and offers his hand to her. She takes it and the two shake hands to the applause of the fans.

Clement: And that’s a great show of sportsmanship there from these two.

Grayson: Well, Cami picks up the win and for Chambers I guess it’s back to the drawing board, isn’t it?

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Braydon Jones vs. Jacob Knite

"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. 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.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first………from Atlanta, Georgia……….Jacob Knite!

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” Brandon Jones!

Clement: And listen to that…….the fans here in New York love The Bully!

Grayson: I don’t understand this……why do these people like someone who prides themselves on being a bully? What’s wrong with these people?

The bell rings and both men lock up in the middle of the ring. Knite gets behind Jones and wastes no time in paint brushing the back of his head. The fans give this an “ohhhhhhhhhhhh” and Jones seems more than a little irate as he staggers away from Knite, then charges after him. Knite dodges to the outside of the ring and Jones follows after him. The fans roar their approval, cheering The Bully on as he chases Knite around the ring once. Knite gets back into the ring and Jones goes to do so, but Knite bounces off of the ropes and nails a baseball slide dropkick that sends Jones tumbling off of the apron and to the ringside floor.

Grayson: Heh! Look at The Bully now!

Clement: Knite managing to almost trap Jones there and it looks like he has him right where he wants him!

Jones gets up on the outside of the ring and Knite takes off into the ropes again. Jones turns to face the ring and Knite soars through the ropes with a suicide dive! Both men tumble to the floor, but Knite quickly gets up. He rolls Jones into the ring, then climbs up onto the apron. He leaps over the top rope with a leg drop that catches Jones right across the chest. He quickly gets on him and hooks a leg.

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Jones literally throws Knite up in the air off of him!

Knite gets to his feet and greets Jones, who’s trying to get to his, with a knee to the gut. He backs Jones up against the ropes and fires him across the ring. When he rebounds back, Knite goes for a leap frog but Jones manages to catch him. He spikes Knite into the mat with a spine buster. The crowd roars their approval as Jones gets up and yells at Knite to get to his feet. Knite gets up holding his lower back and turns right into a samoan drop from Jones.

Clement: Big Samoan drop from Jones and he’s just overpowering Knite right now.

Grayson: Yeah, typical bully……throwing his weight around and given the size of Jones, he has a lot of it to throw around. This guy’s the size of a beluga whale.

Jones lifts Knite to his feet, but only so he can knife edge chop him on the chest. Knite staggers back into a corner and Jones takes off after him. He nails a splash on Knite, then gets out of the way as Knite staggers forward, then flops on the mat. The crowd starts a “Bully, Bully” chant as Jones reaches down and picks Knite up. He whips him across the ring and goes for a lariat but Knite ducks it. He springs off of the ropes on the other side of the ring and just as Jones turns around, he slides under his legs. Knite gets up and when Jones turns to face him, Knite leaps up and nails a dropkick. Jones staggers against the ropes and Knite wastes little time in clothes lining Jones to the ringside floor.

Grayson: Ha! The Bully just fell flat on his ass!

Clement: Jones is on the floor and it looks like Knite has something high risk in mind!

Knite grabs the top rope and waits for Jones to get up before he launches himself over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Jones moves out of the way and Knite crashes onto the floor to a loud “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh” from the crowd.

Clement: Oh god! Knite just crashed and burned on the floor!

Grayson: There’s a reason they call it high risk and Knite just found that out.

Jones pulls Knite up and belly to belly suplexes him into the guard rail. Knite howls in pain as he grabs at his lower back, but the crowd cheers as Jones gets up. Jones rolls Knite into the ring and quickly gets on him to hook a leg.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Knite kicks out!

Jones pulls him up and quickly goes for a power bomb but as he gets him up, Knite slides down his back. He lands on his feet and spins Jones around before grabbing him by the head and spiking him into the mat with a DDT. The crowd boos as Knite gets up using the ropes and seems to wait for Jones to get up. When he does, Knite charges and nails a leg lariat that takes him back down.

Clement: He’s still feeling the affects of that crash and burn on the floor, but Knite’s managing to take back control.

Grayson: He’s showing a lot of resilience and heart here. You’ve got to give him that.

Knite waits for Jones to get up to his feet before he charges into the corner closest to him, steps onto the middle rope, then top rope and flies off with a whisper in the wind that gets all of Jones. Knite crawls on him and hooks a leg.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Jones kicks out!

Knite gets to his feet and makes a cut throat motion as he waits for Jones to get up. When he does, Knite kicks him in the stomach and goes for the Knite Cap. But Jones shoves him off. Knite turns around and Jones boots him in the gut to double him over. He lifts him up and then nails the Philly Love to cheers from the crowd. Jones quickly covers Knite and the crowd counts along with the referee.

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“This is Absolution” begins to play as Jones gets to his feet and rushes over to the nearest corner and climbs onto the middle rope to cheers.

Clement: He did it! Jones disposes of Jacob Knite and The Bully continues to build momentum here in FGA!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

The British Bomber vs. Zero

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…….from Birmingham, England by way of Chicago, Illinois……..The British Bomber!

Clement: The fans here in New York are letting Bomber know exactly what they think of him aren’t they?

Grayson: Yeah and I think it’s a bunch of crap, to be honest. The British Bomber deserves more respect than this!

Zero by Evergreen Terrace plays as Zero runs out to a HUGE pop from the fans. He plays up to the crowd as he shoots out ZERO t-shirts from the t-shirt gun. He now slides into the ring and does a little dance with the ref, but then spies a fan eating a taco. He slides out, grabs the taco, lifts his mask and eats the delicious taco in two bites. The fan yells at him, but he hears nothing but the sweet crunch of taco victory in his ears. He now hops back in the ring and waits for the match to start.

Cruz: And his opponent! From Parts Unknown…….Zero!

Before the bell can ring, Bomber rushes across the ring and clobbers Zero. Zero falls to a knee and Bomber lays into him with kick after kick. The referee calls for the bell, then tells Bomber to back up and allow Zero to get to a vertical base. Bomber does back up and does allow Zero to his feet, but only so he can grab him by the back of the head and choke him across the top rope. After a few moments, he grabs Zero by the arm and whips him across the ring. Zero crashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles out into the middle of the ring. Bomber springs off of the ropes and catches him with a swinging neck breaker.

Grayson: And how about this! The Bomber’s taking it right to this masked freak!

Clement: The Bomber’s certainly in control at the moment but don’t forget………he also jumped Zero before the match even began!

Bomber gets to his feet and waits for Zero to start getting up before he grabs him from behind. He locks on a full nelson and lifts the masked man up into the air before he drops him to the mat. The crowd boos as Bomber springs off of the ropes and leaps up to drop an elbow across Zero’s chest. Bomber gets up and pulls Zero to his feet. He scoops him up like he’s going to go for a slam, but at the last second he drops back and nails a fall away slam. The fans boo as Bomber gets to his feet with a smirk on his face.

Grayson: He’s making some easy work of this masked freak isn’t he!

Clement: The British Bomber is indeed in the driver’s seat.

Bomber grabs Zero by the mask and pulls him up to his feet. He whips him across the ring and goes to catch him with a spine buster as he comes back, but Zero counters it with a spike DDT! The fans cheer as Bomber rolls to the ropes to pull himself up. He gets to his feet and Zero charges to clothesline him over the ropes and to the ringside floor. The fans there flip Bomber off and scream insults at him as he gets to his feet. Zero, meanwhile, takes a running start into the nearest corner, gets onto the middle rope and leaps over the top rope with a somersault plancha that takes Bomber out!

Clement: Zero with an insane dive and he’s manages to totally turn the tables here!

Grayson: Come on, Bomber! Don’t let this flippy do masked freak get the best of you!

Zero gets to his feet and rolls Bomber into the ring. He climbs in after him and hooks his leg for a cover.

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Bomber kicks out!

Zero gets up and stomps down on him a few times before he grabs Bomber and pulls him up. He whips him into the corner and then charges in after him, but Bomber rushes out of the corner and nails a clothesline that damn near turns Zero inside out. The crowd boos as the masked man struggles to get up. When he reaches his feet, Bomber’s there to kick him in the midsection and nail a stunner.

Grayson: The Bomb! He nailed The Bomb and that’s all she wrote!

Bomber crawls over on top of Zero and hooks his leg as he goes for a cover.

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Zero kicks out to thunderous cheers from the crowd!

Bomber can’t believe and gets to his feet shouting at the referee. He turns his attention back to Zero, who’s getting up slowly and grabs him for another stunner but this time Zero shoves him off. Bomber turns to face him and Zero leaps up with a dropkick that sends Bomber staggering into the corner. Zero charges in after him with a cross body. He floats over the top rope and lands on the apron.

Grayson: Oh no! Come on, Bomber!

Clement: Zero with a burst of offense and he’s got The British Bomber reeling!

Bomber turns to face Zero, who leaps onto the top rope and springboards into the ring to land on Bomber’s shoulders. He goes for a hurricanrana, but Bomber counters it with a sit down power bomb. He stays on Zero and covers him.

Grayson: Yes! He’s got it!

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Zero kicks out to roars from the crowd!

Bomber gets up and backs the referee into the corner, shouting at him that it was a three count and to get his ass in line. He turns back to Zero and pulls him up, but Zero manages to leap up and catch Bomber with a kick to the side of the head. Bomber staggers into the ropes and then back into the middle of the ring. There’s Zero grabs him by the head, leaps up and nails a spinning DDT.

Clement: Zero Hour!

Zero quickly gets on top of Bomber and hooks a leg.

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“Zero” begins to play and Zero pops to his feet and raises his hands up to cheers before he hops out of the ring and rushes around the ring, slapping hands.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…………..ZERO!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Aaron Blaize vs. Bob Pooler

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………Aaron Blaize!

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

Clement: Well, Blaize certainly has a daunting task ahead of him here tonight. He’s going to be taking on a man that, for my money, is easily one of the top new stars here in FGA.

Grayson: Yeah, well it all that much more sweeter for Blaize if he wins, won’t it?

“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. 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.

Cruz: And his opponent! From Montreal by way of Boston, Massachusetts…..Bob Pooler!

Clement: Pooler’s been nothing short of impressive since debuting here in FGA and I think it’s safe to say that he’s quickly become one of the crowd’s favorites.

Grayson: But can he beat Blaize is the question. Pooler’s good, but Blaize is flat out ruthless in that ring and I think that for this match, my money would have to go on him.

The bell rings and both men lock up. Pooler gets behind Blaize but before he can do anything, Aaron reaches back and applies a side headlock. He takes Pooler down and keeps it applied as the fans boo, but Pooler slowly manages to fight his way back to a vertical base. He fires Blaize off into the ropes and catches him when he rebounds back with what looks to be a spine buster, but Blaize counters it into a DDT. The crowd boos as Blaize gets to his feet, but he wastes no time in hammering Pooler with kick after kick.

Grayson: See! This is what I’m talking about! You can’t take Blaize too light because the guy’s got a real killer instinct!

Blaize manages to pull Pooler up. He nails a few elbow smashes to his skull before he fires him off into the ropes. Bob manages to grab a hold of the top rope and stops his momentum. Blaize spots this and charges at him, but Pooler manages to get feet up and catches Blaize in the jaw. Aaron staggers back, but charges in at Bob again. This time, Bob drops to the mat and pulls the top and bottom rope down to send Blaize tumbling to the ringside floor. The fans cheer as Pooler gets up. He waits for Blaize to get up on the outside before he takes off into the ropes and nails a suicide dive on him! Pooler lands on his feet and the crowd roars their approval and starts a “Bob, Bob, Bob” chant. Pooler grabs Blaize by the head and rolls him into the ring. As Aaron slowly gets up, Pooler lies in wait on the apron. When Blaize gets to a vertical base, Pooler leaps up onto the top rope and springboards into the ring but Blaize leaps up and catches him with a dropkick that’s on target on his midsection. Pooler collapses to the mat and Blaize is on him to make the cover.

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Blaize gets to his feet and as Bob gets to his hands and knees, Blaize is there to hammer him on the back with clubbing blows. He pulls Bob to his feet and then drops him down with a scoop slam. With that, Blaize makes his way over to the corner and climbs onto the middle rope. He sizes Pooler up and leaps off with an elbow drop, but there’s nobody home! Pooler quickly gets up and as Blaize gets up, he charges at him and nails a High Velocity Hug! The crowd is absolutely ecstatic as Bob gets to his feet and seems to be calling for something.

Clement: This could be it for Blaize! Missing that elbow drop may have just cost him the match!

Blaize gets up and Pooler spins him around and sets up for the Midnight:30, but Blaize manages to get one arm free and quickly pulls Pooler in for a short arm clothesline. Bob gets up and Blaize is right there to grab him from behind and nail a reverse DDT. He rolls Bob over onto his back and gets up and charges into the ropes. He comes back with a lionsault, but Bob rolls out of the way. Blaize lands on his feet and as Bob gets up, he goes for a leaping enziguri but Blaize ducks it and grabs Pooler from behind to nail a bridging german suplex!

Grayson: Blaize has him! I know it!

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Pooler kicks out to cheers from the fans!

Clement: Pooler manages to kick out of it and I have to give Blaize some credit, he’s really hanging in there with Bob.

Grayson: Hell, I’d say he’s been in control for much of the match, Clement! That’s not hanging in there, that’s damn near dominating!

Blaize gets to his feet and waits for Pooler to sit up. When he does, Blaize nails a stiff kick to his back, then one to his chest. He nails another to Bob’s back and then he hauls off and nails one to Bob’s jaw. This lays Bob out and Blaize stays on him with kicks before he picks him up. He places Bob’s head between his legs and lifts him up for a power bomb, but Bob rolls through it. He lands on his feet in front of Blaize, who kicks him in the midsection and quickly goes for a Trail Blaizer but Pooler manages to shove him off of him. Blaize turns around and as he does so, Pooler rushes toward him, leaps up and nails a 5-7-5! The fans are on their feet cheering as Pooler gets on Blaize and makes the cover.

Clement: 5-7-5.…that’s got to be it!

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“Unleashed” begins to play as the fans become unglued. Pooler quickly gets to his feet, a smirk on his face as he gets his hand raised.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the winner of the match…………..BOB POOLER!

Grayson: Well, Pooler managed to do it and I give him credit……he really brought the fight to Blaize and earned this win.

Clement: Bob Pooler racks up another win and he’s fast becoming one of the hottest stars on the FGA roster!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond vs. Johnny Rampage

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

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

Johnny Rampage is seen standing tall atop the entrance ramp. He is dressed in black tights with blue boots, shin pads and knee pads. He is wearing a black t-shirt, with a gold star on the front. He casually adjust his signature sunglasses, and flashes his award winning smile. He slowly turns around soaking up the reaction of the fans. He makes his way down to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. He turns around again taking in the reaction of the fans, and strikes a pose in the middle of the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first………from Hollywood, California……..“The All Star” Johnny Rampage!

Grayson: Rampage has been impressive since debuting here in FGA and I have a feeling that tonight is his night. In front of all of these fans and on this big stage, Rampage is going to show the world what he’s capable of and take that step toward being one of the next big breakout stars in this company.

Clement: Rampage no doubt has the talent to do it, but he’s facing someone who’s just as hungry as he is to use this match on one of our biggest shows of the year to impress and I have a feeling that this one’s going to be a knock down, dragout fight.

"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. 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.

Cruz: And his opponent! From Chicago, Illinois……….Chris Bond!

Clement: You want to talk about impressive, well talk about this man right here. Bond’s burst onto the scene here in FGA and he’s proven himself to be more than capable of holding his own in that ring with just about anyone.

Grayson: Yeah, but he’s not facing just anyone in that ring tonight. He’s facing FGA’s ONLY All Star!

Rampage rushes across the ring before the bell even sounds, backing Bond against his corner and nailing clubbing shot after clubbing shot to him. Finally, he pulls Bond into the middle of the ring but only so he can throw Chris shoulder first into the corner post. He pulls Bond out of the corner and quickly follows up with a belly to back suplex on the shoulder that hit the post. The crowd boos, but Rampage seems more than pleased with himself as he gets up and looks down at Bond, who’s favoring his shoulder already. He rains down a few stomps on him, then pulls him up and whips him into the nearest corner, causing him to collide with it side first. Bond staggers out into the middle of the ring and Rampage is there to catch him with a backbreaker.

Grayson: Look at this! Tell me that this isn’t smart on Johnny’s part!

Clement: Indeed, Johnny Rampage is working a smart match here in the opening moments. He’s manages to wound Bond’s shoulder and now he’s zeroing in on it.

Rampage stomps down on Bond’s shoulder a few times, then he slowly picks him up. He gets him to his feet and then quickly snap suplexes Chris back. Bond rolls onto the apron, but Rampage seems to be lying in wait as Bond slowly pulls himself up. Bond gets to his feet and Rampage charges, knocking Bond off of the apron and right into the ringside barricade shoulder first. The fans boo as Rampage smiles down at his handiwork as Bond writhes in pain on the ringside floor. The referee begins to count Bond out.

One…………Two…………..Three…………………Four……………………Five!

Rampage breaks the count by getting out of the ring and going after Bond. He nails kick after kick to him, then pulls him up with a grin as he eyes the ring steps. He goes to irish whip Chris into them, but at the last second he manages to reverse it on Rampage and he sends him crashing into the steps instead!

Clement: Bond sends Rampage into those steps and that’s just what he needed to do! I don’t even want to think of what would have happened if Bond’s shoulder had hit those steps. It likely would have been game over for him.

Bond grabs a dazed and pained Rampage by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring. He goes in after him and quickly goes for the cover.


ONE!
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TWO!
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Rampage kicks out!

Bond pulls him up and nails a knife edge chop to his chest, followed by another. He whips Rampage across the ring, causing him to crash into the corner turnbuckle. Bond’s there to catch him with a back body drop as she stumbles out onto the middle of the ring, but Rampage lands on his feet behind him. Before Bond can even know what’s going on, Rampage leaps up and nails a kick right to the back of Bond’s injured shoulder. Bond falls to the mat and Rampage gets down on him for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NOOOOOOOOOO! Bond kicks out to cheers!

Rampage gets to his feet and seems to wait for Bond to start getting up before he charges across the ring, leaps up onto the middle rope and comes at Bond with a springboard dropkick. Chris dodges it and Rampage crashes into the mat. Before Johnny has a chance to move, Bond drops an elbow on him, then gets to his feet and drops another. This time upon getting up, Chris grabs Rampage and whips him into a corner. He charges in after him, but Rampage leaps up to avoid him. Bond catches him on his shoulder and goes to power slam him out of the corner, but Rampage slides down his back, lands on his feet and shoves Bond forward, causing his shoulder to collide with yet another corner post. The fans boo and start a “you suck” chant as Bond slowly pulls himself out of the corner, obviously in pain.

Grayson: It’s like Bond just ran into a brick wall, isn’t it! All of his momentum is gone!

Clement: He didn’t run into a brick wall, he ran into that corner post again and what in the hell is Rampage up to?!

Johnny makes his way over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top rope. Bond takes a few steps back toward him and Rampage leaps off, nailing a missile dropkick that catches Bond right on his shoulder! Bond tumbles to the mat and Rampage crawls over to make the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bond kicks out!

Clement: I can’t believe it, Bond kicked out!

Rampage gets up and pulls Bond up. He reels him for a piledriver, but Bond manages to back body drop him. When Rampage gets up, Bond charges at him looking for a clothesline but Johnny ducks it. He rushes across the ring, springboards back with a moonsault but Bond is right to there to catch him and slam him down to the mat. The crowd cheers as Bond gets to his feet and waits for Rampage to get up. When Johnny makes it to a vertical base, Bond grabs him and plants him into the mat with an End of Days! The fans roar their approval as Bond makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“You Know My Name” plays as the fans clap their approval at Chris Bond, who stands up to get his hand raised.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner………CHRIS BOND!

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Danielle Tyler vs. Johnny Blayze

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring from Daytona Beach, Florida………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. 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.

Clement: This will be a rematch from about a month back when Blayze debuted in FGA. He came into the company with a big win over the woman he’s facing tonight and she’s no doubt going to be looking to set the record straight in this match.

Grayson: Of course she is! Normally I’d say nothing is worst than getting beaten by a woman but losing to this buffoon takes the cake, I think.

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

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

Grayson: Tyler has a great match with Kevin Hard away a few weeks ago and she’s looking to take that momentum into this match and score a win over Blayze and I have a feeling that this is her night. I think she’s going to get the job done against him.

Clement: I’m sure Blayze would have a lot to say about that……..here we go!

The bell rings and both circle one another for a moment before locking up. Blayze backs Tyler into the ropes quickly and grabs a hold of her forearm. He fires her across the ring and as she comes back, he goes for a running clothesline. She ducks it, leaps onto the middle rope and comes at him with a springboard back elbow. Blayze catches her and goes for a German suplex but she manages to roll through it and lands on her feet. She waits for Blayze to sit up, then goes for a kick to his skull. He manages to fall flat on the mat to avoid it. He gets up behind her and grabs her for a belly to back suplex, but as he gets her up she rolls through it and lands on her feet behind him. She leaps up with a dropkick that nails him on the back and sends him into the middle rope.

Clement: Tyler manages to hang Blayze up onto the middle rope and what does she have in mind for him?

Grayson: I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s going to feel too good for John-boy.

Tyler backs up real quickly and then takes off across the ring. She leaps through the top and middle rope and nails a tiger feint kick that sends Blayze onto his back and more importantly, onto the mat in the ring. The crowd boos her as she gets on the apron and sizes him up for a second before she leaps up and springboards off of the top rope. She goes for a sommersault senton, but Blayze manages to roll out of the way to cheers. He gets up against the ropes and when she makes it to her feet, the charges her and takes her down with a shoulder tackle. She gets back up from it and he charges her again, this time with a clothesline. She goes down, but again gets up quickly. This time, Blayze grabs her and nails a Japanese arm drag, but again she gets up fairly quickly from it.

Grayson: Blayze is throwing everything he has at her but she won’t stay down!

This time, he whips her against the ropes. She comes back and he lifts her up for a press slam but she manages to get free of his grip. She lands on her feet and spins him around before leaping up and going for a hurricanrana. Blayze catches her, however, and spikes her into the mat with a power bomb. He stays on her for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO! Tyler kicks out!

Clement: Tyler kicks out and it’s back to the drawing board for Blayze.

Blayze gets to his feet and pulls Tyler up. He scoop slams her down, then goes to the nearest corner and holds his arm up to cheers from the crowd before he climbs to the top rope. He sizes Tyler up for a moment, then soars through the air with a leg drop but Danielle manages to roll out of the way. Blayze gets nothing but mat and the crowd boos as Tyler gets up and lays into him with vicious kicks.

Grayson: Back to the drawing board, eh? It looks like Blayze draws worse than he wrestles…..and that’s saying something, man.

Tyler pulls Blayze to his feet and nails a snap suplex on him. She keeps a hold of him and gets to her feet, pulling him up as well. The crowd boos and starts a “Let’s go Johnny” chant as she hoists him up and drops him across the top rope, draping him there. With Blayze hanging, she rushes into the ropes and springboards off of the middle rope with a leg drop that gets all of the back of Blayze’s skull. He drops to the mat and she quickly covers him.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NOOOOOOOOOO!

Blayze kicks out to cheers! Tyler gets up and shrieks momentarily at the referee before turning her attention back to Johnny and nailing him with a few stomps. She pulls him up to his feet and quickly leaps up to dropkick him in the chest. The force of it sends Blayze staggering back into a corner. Tyler wastes no time in charging in after him. She leaps up for a monkey flip, but Blayze catches her and spins around to seat her on the top turnbuckle. He quickly leaps up and kicks her on the side of the head. She teeters a little bit, but Blayze steps onto the middle rope and goes for a superplex. But as he tries to pull her back, she manages to cling to the ropes and hold her position. Finally, she reaches up and rakes him in the eyes before shoving him off of the second rope and into the ring. As he tries to regain his compsoure, she climbs up to a standing position on the top rope. She leaps off with a missile dropkick that catches him square on the chest and quickly crawls over to make the cover on him.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Blayze kicks out to a roar from the fans!

Clement: Johnny Blayze manages to avoid defeat yet again and look at DanI! She’s getting pissed!

Grayson: I can’t blame her! This idiot just don’t know enough to stay down!

Tyler gets to her feet and pulls Blayze up. She kicks him in the midsection a few times before she takes off in the ropes. She comes back at him looking for a cross body, but he dodges it and she crashes into the mat to cheers. When she gets up, he boots her in the midsection, gets her into position and nails a rocker dropper to cheers from the fans. He rolls her over and hooks her leg.


ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“Hot Stuff” begins to play as Blayze gets to his feet and gets his hand raised by the referee.

Clement: He did it! Blayze managed to beat Danielle Tyler yet again! And listen to these fans! Blayze has to be on cloud nine right now!

Blayze gets out of the ring and begins slapping some fans’ hands at ringside as he makes his back up the entrance area and with that, we go elsewhere.

[FGA Office]

Clement: Now Tigre Oro was originally planned to be apart of this event. But he's still suffering the effects of a concussion that he suffered when he was backfisted by Jonathan Collins.

Grayson: An accidental backfist, might I add.

Clement: Right, accidental. Two weeks ago in Jersey City, Jonathan Collins sent in the follow video to publicly apologize to Tigre Oro.

***

((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.))

***

Clement: Now Collins, for one reason or another, was unable to make it to Pride, Honor and Excellence. However, we have it on good authority that he will be at the next FGA DVD Taping. And he will be calling out Tigre Oro to apologize to him face to face.

Grayson: Well isn't that sweet of him. Collins wanting to apologize him face to face like a man. What a hell of a guy.

Clement: It's a nice gesture. But if I were Tigre Oro, I'd have my guard up.

Grayson: How many times does Collins have to say it was an accident? Well hopefully at the next DVD Tapings, Collins will make it perfectly clear to everyone that what happened before was indeed an accident.

[FGA Office]

Jake Winchester vs. Leon Corella

Cruz: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SINGLES COMPETITION AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.... THERE WILL BE NO TIME LIMIT...

INTRODUCING FIRST...

["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. 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.]

Cruz: HE STANDS SIX FEET TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS....

HAILING FROM SYRACUSE, NEW YORK....

"OLD SCHOOL" JAKE WWWWIIIIIINNNNNCCCCCCHHHHHEEEESSSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!!!

....AND HIS OPPONENT....

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

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

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

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

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

Cruz: THIS COMPETITOR STANDS SIX FEET, FIVE INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS....

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

Cruz: FROM PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND,

LLLLLEEEEEOOOOOONNNNNN CCCCCOOOOORRRREEEELLLLLAAAAAA!!!

...He and Jake get face to face with one another, Leon's five inch height difference forcing the man to look up slightly to match that gaze. The Referee moves in to seperate both men... Jake hurls insults at Corella which go, surprisingly, unanswered.

Clement: Leon Corella has been as unpredictable as they come in recent weeks. Which Corella will we get tonight? That could very well determine his chance of winning this thing.

Grayson: He looks focused to me.

Once both men are back from each other at the customary distance, the Ref steps back and motions for the bell.

Immediately, Winchester and Corella go right into a tight collar-elbow tie up. The two men jockey for position until Jake manages to take the lead, throwing Leon into a sideheadlock takedown! Jake holds him there, effectively grounding him out for a few seconds as the crowd watches on. Leon then manages to flex his body, slipping a leg around Winchester's head, pulling him right into a grounded headscissor which Jake rolls out of. Both men get to their feet and lock up once more. Corella takes control with a standing side wristlock, which he then twists with wrenching turns not once, but twice, applying near arm breaking pressure on Jake's elbow and wrist, while holding the hand in an interlaced finger lock, working the individual fingers over to weaken the man's grip!

Clement: Corella working over that arm.

Grayson: He can't lift him up for the Old School Expulsion with a bum arm. Corella is on point thus far.

Jake executes a forward roll, taking the tension out of his arm and going for a fast and loose Lariat, but Corella ducks the arm, pulling him right into an armlock backdrop. Jake flips off of his shoulders before he can even bridge his back, neatly landing on his feet and applying a rear waistlock on Leon. Leon thinks fast as Jake bridges with a snap German Suplex, but in a surprise move, Leon back flips out of the waistlock and lands on both padded knees. Jake rolls to a stand and finds himself surprised as he's quickly scooped up. Leon drives him to the canvas with an impressive power slam, but rolls to a stand while holding his braced arm with a grimace of pain. Both men are on their feet, Jake a little shaken by the forceful slam. He turns just in time to duck a running clothesline from Corella and run in the opposite direction. Both men hit the ropes, rebound, and Jake catches Leon by his injured arm with a Japanese Arm Drag to the canvas! Leon lets out a sharp cry of pain as Jake takes it a step further, twists Leon's arm, and drops a knee right on the side of his elbow! Corella thrashes in pain, clutching the arm close to him and rolling on his side instinctively to protect it.

Clement: Corella now in trouble.

Grayson: And Winchester has zeroed in right on that arm.

Jake then wraps an arm around his neck, slipping him into a grounded sleeper. The two immediately initiate a struggle on the canvas, Leon trying to position himself for better leverage while Jake moves against him to maintain the hold. The two veterans jockey in classic fashion, Jake managing to nullify each and every attempt by Leon to gain the upper hand. With Leon's face rapidly turning purple, he manages to get on all fours with Jake on his back, synching the hold even tighter... telling Leon that he wasn't getting out of this match conscious. Using one arm and both legs, Leon lets out a gargled, straining choke of a growl and forces himself to a stand, his hurt arm clutching one of Jake's legs. Winchester's eyes go wide and he shakes his head left to right wildly. Leon grits his teeth, half conscious and HURLS himself backwards, slamming his full weight into his opponent and brutally slamming him to the canvas with enough force that he lets go. Leon rolls onto his hands and knees, a hand to his throat as Jake gets to a stand and leans into the nearby ropes, a hand to the small of his back.

As Leon gets back to a stand, he finds himself clubbed from behind with an axe handle blow, then pulled right into a high speed spinning neck breaker! Jake immediately goes for the cover!

ONE!!!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!

Leon throws a shoulder up and gets a hard elbow smash to the face as his reward. Jake then grabs both of his legs and rolls him into a cradle pin.

ONE!!!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!

Shaking his head, Jake pulls Leon to a stand and belts him with a vicious backhand across the jaw, sending him staggering into the ropes. As he approaches, hands raised for a grapple, Leon fires back with a loud, blistering knife edge chop that sends Jake back a step. Having taken many such blows over the years, he fights through it, responding with a chop of his own to Leon's chest! The two initiate a chopping contest right then and there in the ropes, the crowd chanting with each hit!

*SSSSSMMMMACCK!*

WOOOOOooooooo!!

*SSSSSMMMMACCK!*

WOOOOOooooooo!!

*SSSSSMMMMACCK!*

WOOOOOooooooo!!

*SSSSSMMMMACCK!*

WOOOOOooooooo!!

*SSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKAAAA!!!!*

WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!

It's with a thunderous gunshot of a chop that Leon wins the trade off, sending Jake staggering back with visibile blistering on his battle hardened skin. Behind him, Leon didn't look too terribly much better.

Clement: What a series of shots there by both men.

Grayson: Look at how red Winchester's chest is!

Leon moves in, cracking Jake with further chops, driving him back into the far right corner. There, he takes Winchester's arm and sets him for an Irish whip, but only to be reversed and sent hurtling towards the corner. Jake bursts after him full steam ahead and leaps with a hard Stinger Splash in the corner! He backs up, allowing Leon to stumble forward right into his arms where he is lifted up and brought to the canvas with a brutal Belly to Belly Side Slam! On impact, Jake goes for another quick pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

Almost! Leon quickly rolls a shoulder up and Jake sits up with frustration on his face. Gathering a stunned Corella off the canvas, he boots him in the gut and lifts him perfectly vertical in a suplex grapple. Turning towards the ropes, he tips Leon's feet forward, setting up for his signature Slingshot Brainbuster, only Leon shifts and presses his feet against the ropes! He flips forward, hooking his arm around Jake's neck and lands with his feet on the canvas, both men forming a human bridge. Leon turns around, turning Jake right into a front facelock and then dropping straight to the canvas with an implant DDT!

Grayson: He may be out of it, Kev.

Leon sits up, his breathing steady and even as he pushes himself to a stand. Jake remains out on the canvas, seemingly stunned as Leon dips down to lift him up. Corella pulls him into a front chancery, throwing one of Jake's arms over the back of his head. Hooking one leg, he then back bridges with a Fisherman's Suplex pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!!
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THR-KICKOUT!!!

Jake rolls a shoulder up and, without missing a beat, Leon takes that shoulder and the arm it's attached to, and applies a short arm bar on Winchester!

Grayson: Oh he's got him now.

Corella: Corella with that armbar fully applied!

Now it's Winchester on the canvas, struggling to escape the hold, but Leon holds stead fast the entire time. Just as Jake seems inches away from breaking free, Leon switches from a short arm bar to a leg braced wristlock and arm wrench. Jake lets out a snarl of pain as Leon fights him expertly on the mat, matching each and every movement he made with great ease, showing who truly was at home on the ground. Once more, Leon switches up just as Jake almost breaks free, rolling his opponent onto his belly and applying a kneeling inverted Armbar! Still fighting through the pain, panting for breath as his struggles steadily drain him while Leon calmly and evenly breaths, keeping his movements as minimalistic as possible to conserve his energy. Just like before, as soon as Jake seems inches away from the rope, Leon changes the hold, this time wrapping his legs around Jake's arm and whipping him away from the ropes and onto his back with a cross arm breaker!]

Corella: TAP!!! TAP OR I'LL BREAK IT, JAKE!!! TAP DAMN YOU!!! TTTTAAAAAPPPP!!!!

Jake: AAAAAGGGHHH!!!! NNNOOO!!! NO!!! AAAHHNN!!!

Leon twisted and yanked at Jake's arm, twisting the wrist while tortioning the elbow, pulling at the shoulder socket, and yanking and torquing the fingers. It was a complete workout on Jake's right arm, his dominant arm. One thing Leon didn't count on was the closeness of Jake's feet to the ropes... With some stretching and a bit of work, the crafty veteran props his foot on the rope, forcing the referee to intervine! Four and a half seconds later, Leon releases the cross armbar, back rolling to a crouch at the customary distance where he watched and waited...

Grayson: Those ropes may have been the only thing that saved Winchester tonight.

Jake's right arm hangs limply as he uses the ropes to get to his feet. It seems all he can do is wiggle his fingers weekly, the feeling practically non-existent. Merciless to his core, however, Leon bull rushes past the ref, throwing both feet up and catching Jake square in that hurt shoulder with a running drop kick. Winchester winds up flying up and over the ropes, taking a hard landing on his side outside the ring! Wincing, Jake fights to his feet outside the ring, trying desperately to work feeling back into his arm. He looks up and his eyes go wide as Leon dives through the ropes with a Suicide Plancha! Jake is hit full on by the flying Corella, both men driven right into the ring barricade where they fall into a heap!

Clement: Corella just driving Winchester against the barricade with that hard dive to the outside.

Grayson: Yeah, but it looks like Corella is hurt, too.

Leon is to his feet first. He grabs the guard rail to steady himself and starts brutally stomping Jake's arm and shoulder, further weakening the arm. At the moment, all Jake can do is take the abuse. Stopping the asault, Leon gathers Jake up by that arm and pulls him to a painful stand. Gritting his teeth, he then whips him towards the nearest set of ring steps with as much force as he can muster! Winchester hit's the steps knees first, flipping up and over them with a growl of pain. He grips both knees, rolling onto his side after hitting the floor. Leon makes a detour on the way over towards his fallen opponent, rolling under the ropes on one side of the dislodged ringsteps, and then back out on the other side. Tough as nails, Jake's fighting to his feet using the ring steps when Leon moved in behind him with a hard rabbit punch to his kidney. Leon grabs Jake by the back of his head and the hem of his tights and slings him right into the gaurd rail, the entire thing shifting on impact! Jake sits there, panting for breath as Leon, still breathing even and steady, only showing a bit of sweat on his taped brow.

Leon goes for a stomp, but Jake catches it, pushing his foot back, sending his foe stumbling back. As he pushes up on the Guard rails, Leon rushes in with a hint of anger in his eye and pays for it with a sharp back elbow to the jaw. This is immediately followed with Jake catching Leon and tripping him with one foot, sending him chin first into the steel! *CLACK!* said Mr. Chin to Mr. Guard rail and Leon falls to a seat cupping his chin with a growl of pain. Jake, limping with a grimace on his face the entire way, quickly rolls into the ring. There he lays, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile outside, Leon gets to his feet, shaking his head a bit try and clear the cobwebs some.

Clement: Both of these veterans have taken it to each other. It's anyone's match at this point.

He notices Winchester laid out, so he climbs onto the apron. After walking the length of it, he slowly climbs to the top rope, it's then that Jake sits up and Corella shifts gears, hopping down off the apron and onto the canvas. Jake is back on his feet, though a bit worse for wear... Never the less the two enter the worker's walk, staring hard at one another as they circle. Jake drips with sweat, his breathing uneven but not labored, showing he isn't completely gassed. Meanwhile Leon has only just begun to seriously sweat. Injured or not, his cardio was still up to snuff. Winchester shook his right arm, clearly still feeling the effects of that assault earlier. With a nod, both men raise their arms up and lock up once more. Only Jake fakes Corella out and catches him with a hard back elbow to the face, then sends him for a ride into the ropes. Leon rebounds, catches Jake in a front facelock, but finds himself surprised when Jake reverses it like clockwork into a Northern Light's Suplex pin!

ONE!!!
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THRRRR-NOPE!!!

Leon thrashes out of the pinfall, both men getting up. He lights Jake's chest up with a hard back chop, then follows up with a left cross which clearly didn't have as much stink on it as it should have, or Jake shrugged it off and kicked Leon in the gut. Jake then quickly backed into the ropes and sprung back at Corella.

A running knee lift to the chin forces Leon upright, allowing Jake to scoop him up on his shoulders, then whip him around for a TKO jawbreaker! After such an impressive move it's gotta' be over! It's Gotta' be!!! Jake rolls Corella over for a pin attempt!

ONE!!!
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Clement: NO!

Grayson: How'd he do it?

Leon throw a shoulder up but clearly, he was not all there. Jake lifts him up, shaking his head and shouting out to the crowd....

Jake Winchester: TIME TO GET SCHHHOOOOLLLLEEEDD!!!!

Grayson: Oh no.

Clement: You heard Winchester. It may be time for some Old School Expulsion.

Hooking Corella into a front chancery, he lifts him perfectly vertical and walks towards the ropes. As he does so, Leon spins out of the hold, escaping the move for a second time. Winchester spins right into a gut kick and a standing headscissor, signaling for THE GAME OVER!!

Leon points towards the table outside the ring, then hooks one arm after the other and with a strain of effort, he whips Jake onto his shoulders. He gets a running start for the ropes and just as he's about to launch Jake, the Old School wrestler slips out of the hold, landing on shakey legs behind Corella! Before he can even turn, Leon finds himself hooked in a rear waistlock...

Thinking fast, he pulls himself and Jake forward into the ropes just as Winchester goes for the inevitable bridge. The result has Jake falling into a back roll, but back on his feet in a flash. Leon releases the ropes, turns and rushes right at Jake where the two start trading shots back and forth!

Clement: Back and forth. Forth and back.

Grayson: How are they still standing?

Slowly but surely, Leon starts to get ahead in the exchange, landing more and more shots. Corella then takes Jake by that hurt arm, pulls him into an Irish Whip, but doesn't release, instead whipping him right back into his arms and impressive Spine Buster on the canvas!

Grabbing both of Jake's legs, he starts working him into the Walls of Perfection! Winchester cries out, shaking his head as he fights with every ounce of his being not to be locked up in the crippling submission hold, twisting and turning against Leon every step of the way. Due to Leon fighting with only one good arm, however, Jake slips a leg free and he kicks Leon hard in the chest and forcing him back. Jake then rolls himself to a stand the two lock up once more. The two struggle into the nearest corner where Jake manages to spin Leon's back into it. There, he proceeds to shoulder ram Leon in the guts over and over, Corella letting out a deep grunt with each and every wind taking impact. Jake finally finishes with a hard headbutt that stuns Corella and doesn't seem to do him too many favors either.

Shakin the stars from his vision, Jake then lifts Corella up to a seat on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up, balancing his feet on the second rope. Hooking Leon in a front chancery, he then climbs the final rung, taking Leon up with him. At the last second, Leon fights him, peppering his ribs with right hand body shots that halt Jake's progress. Leon frees himself from the grapple and quickly hits a solid knife edge chop that forces Jake off the turnpost and flat on his back on the canvas! With a shout to the crowd, Leon then jumps off the turnpost, Diving side-style with his elbow held out. It hits dead on the money, getting a direct hit on Jake Winchester with the Diving Elbow. On impact, Leon simply lays across him for a pin attempt!

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TTTTHHHHRRR-KICKOUT!!!

Jake rolls his shoulder and Leon sits up, taking in a deep breath and shaking his head. He wipes some of the sweat from his brow, the medical tape covering those stitches starting to come loose. Leon then grabs Jake by the back of his head and his arm, easing the man to a stand and whipping him into a corner. Corella joins him there and stuns him with a hard and fierce standing Clothesline. He then scoops Jake up and hangs him in the Tree of Woe!

Grayson: Oh boy.

Clement: He's completely at Corella's mercy now.

From there, Corella grabs the ropes and starts to violently kicking Jake's chest and stomach over and over with repeated short kicks. Over and over, he hammers home until pressing his boot into the man's neck to choke him out! The Ref quickly moves in to admonish Leon, then start the standing count. Four and a half seconds later, Leon releases the hold and backs away the customary few feet. Meanwhile, Jake's legs slip out of the rope sand he falls onto his head and shoulders. The Referee checks on Jake, helping him into an upright, seated position. Jake looks over the ref's shoulders and quickly acts fast, shoving him aside as Leon rushes in like a bull in a china shop! Winchester barely manages to duck and roll to the left, letting Leon straddle the second rope groin first. Corella remains there for a few seconds, one hand cupping his groin as his face is frozen in pain!

Grayson: Hello!

Back on his feet, Jake returns the favor, first with a punch that drops Corella to an awkward seated position in the corner. There he grabs the ropes and starts to kick and stomp curiously at Corella's head and chest, letting his anger boil over at the man. Unlike Leon, however, when he goes to choke, he doesn't use his boot. He drops down and wraps his hands around the man's throat! A warning and a slowly counted four seconds later, Jake finally releases Corella, panting heavily with anger and exhaustion. Meanwhile Leon clutches at his throat, coughing as he fights to regain control of his own breathing. As soon as Leon's back on his feet, Jake rushes in with a second stinger splash, but this time Corella catches him in mid leap! Thinking fast, Jake slips out of his arms, over the rope and onto the apron! Leon takes a swing at him, and Jake blocks the shot, then catches his head with both hands and dropping to the floor, snapping Leon's neck across the top rope! Leon falls flat on his back, clutching at his throat.

Jake fights to get his breathing under control outside the ring, knowing full well that he was, indeed, gassing out big time. He looked up into the ring, seeing Corella already starting to rise back up and started wondering what it's going to take to put this guy down. Winchester slides into the ring and gets to his feet at the same time as Leon, moves in behind him, and hooks him in a rear waistlock. Before he can synch it, Leon maneuvers out of it and pulls Jake into a front chancery. Jake hooks his leg with Leon's to keep from being suplexed, then belts Leon in the ribs and lifts him perfectly vertical! Spinning away from the ropes, Jake turns and drops Leon with a facebuster on the canvas! There he rolls him over for yet another pin.

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Clement: NO!

...Throwing his shoulder up, Leon reaches for the ceiling. The crowd is on it's feet as Jake rests on his knees, looking at the ref with three fingers held up, then slaps his hands together three times.

Grayson: You think Jake is questioning himself? I don't think he can put Corella away.

Shaking his head, he reaches down to pull Leon up, only to find himself pulled right into a Small Package!!!

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TTTHHHRRRR-KICKOUT!!!

Jake forces himself free after a hellacious struggle. Both men are on their feet and Jake comes at Corella with a wild, angry swing, catching his foe across the face! Leon responds with a bomb of his own, taped fists colliding with Jake's jaw and sending him back a step! The two the lock up, Leon catching Jake with a knee lift to the midsection and taking him to the canvas with a Judo Hiptoss! Getting to his feet with teeth clenched, Jake turns right into a running Power Clothesline from Corella. Winchester flips from the thunderous impact, landing on his stomach with a hard grunt. Mere seconds later, Leon throws his elbow out and drops it across Jake's lower back.

There he straddles Jake's back, locks him into one of the oldest tricks in Leon's arsenal, a full nelson Camel Clutch he calls "The Perfect Clutch!" Jake writhes in agony but absolutely refuses to tap, even as Leon's grapple threatens to dislocate his shoulders and seperate vertebrae!

Grayson: C'mon Jake. Give up.

Clement: Never. There's no quit in a man like Winchester.

Manning up as he always does, Jake first props one knee up.... then the other... Leon grits his teeth.

Corella: ARE YOU NUTS?! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!!

Shaking his head slowly, Jake then roars and throws himself back. The result puts him on his back, with Leon turning the Full Nelson hold into a grapevine Full Nelson. Arching his legs, he presses both of Leon's shoulder to the mat!

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Leon releases the hold and shoves Jake off of him. Both he and Jake are back on their feet in a worker's walk, trying to think up their next move.

There's heat in the ring between these two veterans and it's clear when they lock up once more. Jake breaks from the tie up with a left uppercut and right cross combination strike that sends Leon staggering back. Leon brings his hands up, assuming a classic Pankration stance, which looks somewhat like a mix between shoot wrestler and an oldschool boxer. Jake brings his fists up and the two enter a slugging match, only with Jake throwing a series of strikes that Leon blocks with surprising ease. Jake throws a quick kick which Leon catches under his arm! Kicking Jake's leg out from under him, he bends forward, takes the leg and starts to flip him over.

Just as it seemed the game was over and Leon was about to flip Jake into the Walls of Perfection, he suddenly slips a leg free and forces Leon back with a boot to the chest!

Clement: Winchester thankfully got free just in the nick of time.

Jake gets to his feet, catches the incoming Leon with a boot to the chest, then hooks him into a front chancery, lifts him, slingshots him off the ropes and hits that infamous Brainbuster he calls "THE OLDSCHOOL EXPULSION"!! Leon's skull cracks the canvas and he's out like a light! Hooking both legs into a tight cradle pin, Jake puts Leon's shoulders to the mat and holds on for dear life!

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"Kashmir" hit's the house P/A as Jake rises from Leon's semi-conscious form, fists raised in the air. He staggers back on shakey legs, falling into the ropes as a grim look crosses his face. He's just been through a war and he knows it. Still, he has nothing but contempt on his face as he looks upon the slow to rise Leon Corella.

Clement: What a match by two battle tested veterans.

Grayson: I'm surprised they didn't croak out there.

He watches the man get to his feet, the Ref lending a hand. Surprisingly, Leon doesn't shove the man back. Taking in a deep breath to mask his own personal disappointment, Leon holds his hand out towards Jake.

Grayson: Go ahead, Jake. Belt him in the face.

Winchester looks at the hand, then straight up into Leon's eye. He shakes his head and slaps the hand away.

Grayson: Ha! How about that?

Clement: Jake, after a damn good match, apparently still has little love, if any at all, for Corella.

Grayson: Can you blame him?

Ignoring the angry, disappointed expression he receives, Jake turns and slips through the ropes. Hopping of the apron, he head straight for the back, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head, as if to say "Can you believe this guy?"

[FGA Office]

((The show cuts backstage to where one half of The Murder, The ‘Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter is crouched down, leaning back against the wall. He’s ready dressed in his ring attire of jean shorts and black accessories, as well as the sleeveless tee he wears for his entrance.))

Dom Harter: Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

(He speaks softly, almost a whisper. Harter glances down at the pocket watch he’s holding in one hand.)

Dom Harter: You were counting down until we got the chance to meet, Junior. Until you got the chance to get your hands on me in the middle of that ring … For weeks you waited. And those weeks became a matter of days. And those days went by, one by one, the hours winding down…

(Harter shuts the pocket watch violently.)

Dom Harter: Hours dwindled, becoming minutes; you were probably counting down as well, weren’t you? And now here we are, on the precipice, on the fringe of your dream. The moment is so close you can reach out and grab it, Junior. Take it in both hands and squeeze every drop of enjoyment you can out of it … Because, if I have my way, you won’t be getting anything out of tonight…

(Dom stands up, a sick little smirk on his face as he walks away, chanting as he goes.)

Dom Harter: Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock … it’s showtime…

[FGA Office]

Dom Harter vs. Pat Gordon, Jr.

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 235 pounds... representing The Murder.... he is one half of the UWL World Tag Team Champions.... 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 his opponent.

Grayson: Both of these men are UWL champions. Both of these men will be walking out a champion. But I can guarantee you that one of them certainly won't be feeling like a champion after tonight.

Clement: This match will not be scientific at all. These are are going out there to hurt each other. This could get ugly and ugly quick.

'Chariots of Fire' fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring,

Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts.... Weighing in at 242 pounds..... He is the reigning UWL Heavyweight Champion.... PAT GORDON, JR!

Pat Gordon Jr takes his time, methodically taping each fist as he doesn't take his eyes off of Harter.

Clement: Pat Gordon Jr taking his time. He's making Harter wait. He wants Harter to question if all of this has been worth it. He wants Harter to think about everything he's done to this man over the course of the past two months.

The bell sounds as PGJR spears Harter down to cheers from the crowd. He immediately mounts himself on top of Harter and hammers away with a barrage of right hands to the face.

Clement: And here we go as Gordon Jr is waisting no time at all!

Harter tries to cover up, but the punches still connect.

Grayson: Let him up, ref! Those are closed fists!

Clement: After everything that The Murder has done, they deserve everything they get!

The ref then has to move PGJR off of Harter to boos from the crowd. But PGJR just moves the ref out of the way. As soon as Harter gets up and turns around, PGJR brings him back down with a double leg takedown to boos from the crowd. He mounts himself on top of Harter and again unleashes a barrage of right hands to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Pat Gordon Jr is using Dom Harter's face as his personal punching bag. But those punches aren't just for him. They're for everyone that The Murder has assaulted and taken out.

PGJr finally gets off of Harter, only to stomp the hell out of him to cheers from the crowd. He then reaches down, picks up Harter, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. PGJr then begins to circle the ring, just waiting for his momentum to strike.

Grayson: Look at Gordon in there like some caged animal. The man has clearly lost it.

Clement: At this point, Pat Gordon Jr has nothing left to lose.

As Harter gets up on the outside, PGJr runs and delivers a baseball slide to the back, sending Harter stumbling face-first into the barricade. The crowd cheers. He then rolls to the outside, picks up Harter and slams his face against the top of the barricade. After kneeing Harter in the midsection, PGJr scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the top of the barricade. Harter goes down clutching his throat in pain to cheers from the crowd. PGJr isn't about to let up, so he picks up where he left off by stomping the hell out of Harter.

PGJr reaches down, picks up Harter and whips him hard into the barricade. The crowd cheers as Harter drops to his knees in pain. PGJr then sizes Harter up before charging over and delivering a hard knee lift to the face that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. PGJr then reaches down, picks up Harter, places him in a bearhug and then rams him back-first into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Harter stumbles around the ring, But PGJr isn't about to let up. So he follows him, nailing him with clubbing shots to the back along the way. Harter then finally rolls back into the ring. When PGJr rolls abck in, Harter immediately dives on top of him and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. The crowd boos.

Clement: A cheap shot there by Dom Harter.

Grayson: There's nothing cheap about it. That's sound strategy.

Clement: The only strategy that The Murder knows is attacks in numbers and run.

Harter gets up to his feet and puts the boots to PGJr. He then drops back down to his knees and chokes PGJr to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to let go.

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

Harter gladly lets go... only to gouge PGJr across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He smiles upon the sound of hearing PGJr in pain. The ref once again gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Harter reluctantly lets go. He picks up PGJr, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. A series of right hands sends PGJr slumping down into the corner. Harter then reaches down with his foot and chokes PGJr as he pulls down on both top ropes. The crowd boos Harter taunts PGJr, telling him that he screams louder than Akrista.

Clement: Yet another in a long line of tasteless acts by Dom Harter.

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

Harter lets go. He then heads out towards the center of the ring, only to turn around and go to deliver a running knee strike to the face. But PGJr quickly rolls to the outside, sending Harter knee-first into the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. PGJr quickly reaches back into the ring, yanks Harter down and then yanks him into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Harter holds himself while howling in pain. But PGJr isn't done yet. He grabs Harter's right leg and swings it hard against the ring post. The crowd cheers as Harter clutches the leg in pain.

Grayson: Oh no, his leg!

Clement: You think Harter showed any kind of concern for Mangold's leg or Demore's leg or Akrist'a head?

PGJr then grabs it, pulls back and swings it hard against the ring post again. The crowd cheers. As Harter groans in pain, PGJr takes the leg, moves it back and swings it hard for a third time against the ring post. The crowd cheers. PGJr then begins to untape his wrist.... and wrap Harter's ankles together with the tape. The crowd cheers as Harter is trapped. PGJr then heads over towards announcer Manny Cruz. After motioning for Cruz to get up, PGJr swipes up his chair and closes it to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What is he doing!? He can't do that!

Clement: The Murder crossed the line months ago. I don't want to hear any crying for either of them.

Back in the ring, Harter tries to free himself, but its to no avail. On the outside, the ref slides out and asks PGJr to put the chair down. PGJr declines by shoving the ref out of the way. He then slides into the ring and repeatedly hits the canvas with the chair. Harter's eyes widen as PGJr stands directly over him with the chair. PGJr raises the chair above his head. But before he can swing it down with the might of Thor, the ref swipes it from out of his hands and tosses it to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Thank the Lord!

Enraged, PGJr turns to the ref. The ref pleads with PGJr that he's trying to keep things fair. While PGJr argues with the ref, another ref comes down with scissors in hand. He makes his way around ringside and, after a bit of a struggle, cuts Harter free to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And here comes another referee out here doing a good deed!

Clement: I can't believe this...

While PGJr is still arguing with the ref, Harter runs up and knocks him down from behind with a clothesline. The crowd boos as Harter repeatedly stomps away at PGJr to boos from the crowd. He turns PGJr over onto his back and repeatedly stomps away at his chest to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And now Harter picking his spots and attacking Gordon jr with no regard.

Grayson: Not so nice when the shoe is on the other foot, huh?

Harter picks up PGJr and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As PGJr stumbles back, Harter lifts him up from behind and drops him on the base of his neck with a belly to back suplex. The crowd boos as Harter sits up with a sinister smirk on his face. Meanwhile, PGJr can be seen clutching the back of his neck in pain.

Clement: Dare I say he tried to break Pat Gordon Jr's neck there.

Grayson: Dom Harter? Never. He's a swell guy.

Harter goes over to PGJr and delivers a stomp to the back of the neck.... and another... and another. He then bounces into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he delivers a jumping knee drop to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as he pulls PGJr over and makes the cover.

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PGJr kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Harter then picks up PGJr and takes him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos. Harter picks up PGJr, places him in a front facelock and savors the moment before planting him with a DDT. The crowd boos. Harter then gets up on his knee, turns around and cocks his head as he sees PGJr laying in pain. He then gets up to his feet, reaches down, picks up PGJr and plants him with a pulling piledriver. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

Clement: You're still going to sit here with a straight face and say that Harter is not trying to injure this man.

Grayson: ...........

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PGJr gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Frustrated, Harter gets up and kicks the bottom rope. He then goes over, picks up PGJr and goes for another piledriver. But PGJr blocks it. Harter tries for another piledriver but again, PGJr blocks it. PGJr then counters with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. PGJr immediately drops to his knees as he clutches the back of his neck in pain.

Clement: Thankfully Gordon Jr blocked it. Who knows what one more piledriver would have done to that neck.

Grayson: Hopefully we can still see something happen.

As Harter gets up, he turns and goes for a yakuza kick. But PGJr ducks. When Harter turns around, PGJr knocks him down with a right hand. The crowd cheers. Harter gets back up, but PGJr knocks him down with another right hand. The crowd cheers. PGJr picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, PGJr knocks him down with a Wicket Lariat. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. PGJr picks up Harter, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. He then rolls to the outside, picks up Harter and throws him down with a scoop slam on the outside. The ref warns both men to get back in the ring. But PGJr pays him to mind. He then picks up Harter and whips him hard into the barricade. As Harter stumbles back, PGJr throws him down with a big back body drop to cheers from the crowd.

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

PGJr picks up Harter, runs and slams his head-first against the ring post. Harter stumbles around the ring before falling to the floor. The crowd cheers.

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Grayson: Gordon better snap out of it. He's about to get himself counted out.

Clement: This is beyond wins and losses. This is about beating the holy hell out of Harter, the same way him and Malcolm Drake did his childhood friend Akrista O'Hare.

PGJr then reaches down and peels back the mat, exposing the concrete floor underneath to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no, enough's enough.

Clement: Enough is enough enough. Do it, Gordon. Do it!

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PGJr picks up Harter, places him in a front facelock and then plants him with a DDT onto the concrete. The crowd cheers.

Clement: There you go! Pat Gordon Jr driving Dom Harter straight into the floor!

Ref: …........10!

The ref calls for the bell. The sound of the bell snaps PGJr out of his trance. He rolls back into the ring with outstrecthed arms, wondering what happened. The ref then goes over and converses with Manny Cruz. Meanwhile, PGJr wants some answers.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match.... a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The crowd boos. PGJr is irate. As he argues with the ref, Malcolm Drake can be seen racing down the aisle.

Clement: Aw, now what does that leech want?

Grayson: To check on his good friend, of course.

As soon as he slides into the ring, PGJr hears him behind him. So he turns around and meets Drake in the ring. The two trade right hands until the much fresher Drake gains the upperhand. The crowd boos as Drake deliberately delivering clubbing shots to the back of the neck. Once Harter comes to, he rolls into the ring and joins Drake in his attack on PGJr.

Clement: And there they go, doing what they do best. Cowards!

The two continue to beat down PGJr, deliberately attacking the neck to boos from the crowd. But the boos soon turn to cheers as Bob Pooler runs down to the ring.

Clement: BOB POOLER! Here comes Bob Pooler!

Grayson: Didn't Dom tell him to stay out of this?

Pooler slides in, spins Harter around and hammers away with right hands to the face. He shoves Harter into the corner and rocks him with a series of right hands. But the cheers turn to boos as Drake comes up from behind and delivers a double ax handle smash to the back. Drake then begins to double team with Harter on Pooler to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Johnny Blayze runs down to the ring. After Blayze slides in, he helps PGJr back up. The two then go over and help Pooler fight off The Murder to cheers from the crowd. Pooler clotheslines Harter to the outside as PGJr and Blayze double clothesline Drake to the outside. The crowd cheers as “Chariots of Fire” blasts over the PA.

Clement: And there go The Murder. They don't seem so tough when they're at a numbers disadvantage, now do they?

Grayson: This was not their fight. Pooler is going to pay for this. And Blayze? He's going to get his, too. And it's only a matter of time until they finish what they started. The Murder will pick off all of Gordon's friends until he's the only one left. And they'll take their sweet time pulling him apart. I can guarantee you that.

Clement: You sound just like them.

[FGA Office]

(( Chandler Scott is standing by. ))

Chandler: Chris Q, you're a lot of things.

You're miserable.

You're fat.

You look like you haven't slept in 40 days.

You smell like you haven't showered in double that time.

But despite it all, you're a great brawler. A hell of a brawler.

(Chandler applauds him.)

Chandler: But it's just like I said before, for as good as you are, I'm just THAT much better. And the best brawler will always, ALWAYS get beaten by the best wrestler.

See, this is my time. This is my opportunity. I've been to the top before. I know what it takes to get there. You THINK you know what it takes. But just like most things you've said this past week, you thought wrong. I'm not going to rely on money to get me this win. I'm not going to rely on Preston or Madison to get me this win. No, I'm going to rely on these two hands. I'm going to take these two hands, clasp them together, and break much more than your streak.

Chris Q, welcome to the big leagues....

[FGA Office]

Chandler Scott vs. Chris Q

"Ride of the Valkyries" plays as Chandler Scott steps through the curtain. He scans the crowd, taking in the surprising positive reaction for him.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 225 pounds..... CHANDLER SCOTT!

Chandler heads down the aisle. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the middle rope and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Q has defeated every single grappler that FGA has put in his path. It didn't matter the height, the size or the gender, Chris Q put them all down. He claims he's the new Big Bad of FGA. But tonight, we're going to see just how bad Chris Q really is.

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

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

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

Grayson: I can't believe these people are actually cheering for Chandler Scott.

Clement: I thought I'd never see the day myself. But it doesn't matter if they're cheering him or booing him, Chandler Scott is one of the best to ever do it in FGA. He's got the skillset. He's got the raw ability. He's got the experience. But is it enough to defeat Chris Q, who is hungry for gold and looking to go to that next level. Scott is the last thing standing in his way. Chris Q is standing in his way. Only one of these men can move forward.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. As the two are talking trash, Chandler decides to shove Q, resulting in some cheers from the crowd. Q responds by decking Chandler with a right hand, knocking him down to the canvas.

Clement: What a right hand by Chris Q!

Grayson: He just knocked that smirk right off his face.

Chandler quickly checks his mouth to see if its bleeding. He then looks back up at Q who is staring daggers back at him. Chandler then gets up, dusts himself off and circles the ring. He then makes his way over to Q and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Chandler shoves Q away from him. The crowd cheers. Q sneers as Chandler circles the ring with a pep in his step. He then inches back over to Q and locks up with him again. This time, Chandler shoves Q into the ropes. The crowd cheers as Chandler flexes his bicep. He then points to it and tells Q that he'll never have muscles like that. But Q isn't even remotely amused at Chandler's antics.

Clement: Classic Chandler Scott.

Grayson: Yeah, and it's that same arrogance that cost him against A.J. Fairchild and Ben Hanson.

Chandlers chuckles as he circles the ring. Q circles the ring without ever taking his eyes off of him. The two inch closer to two each and lock up. Chandler quickly places Q in a side headlock. But Q shoves Chandler off of him and into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Q goes to knock him down with a shoulderblock. But Chandler doesn't budge. So Q runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running shoulderblock. Chandler stumbles back, but doesn't fall. He then wags his finger at Q as he makes his way back over to him. Chandlers adds insult to injury by posing. The crowd cheers. But the pose down is cut short as Q kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. He then takes Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Q throws a clothesline. But Chandler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks down Q with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. Chandler runs into the ropes as Q gets back up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, he knocks Q down with a jumping shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. He then runs back into the ropes as Q gets back up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, Q grabs him, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. But Chandler is able to land on his feet. He then slides back into the ring, pops back up to his feet and waits for Q to turn around. When Q turns around, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Q gets up and stumbles over towards the ropes, Chandler charges forward and sends him over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Chandler now in firm control of this one. And I don't think I've ever seen Chris Q this irritated by an opponent.

Chandler then mocks Q as Q is irate on the outside. After kicking the barricade in frustration, he climbs back up onto the apron and steps back into the ring. After circle the ring, the two go to lock up. But Chandler kicks him in the midsection and then places him in a front facelock. Q tries to get out, but Chandler gator rolls over. He brings Q back up to his feet before gator rolling back over again. Chandler can be heard taunting Q, telling him “c'mon, fat boy!” But while Chandler's busy taunting, Q grabs him around the waist and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Q unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then delivers a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of elbow strikes. Q then steps back, grabs Chandler by the throat with both hands and leans in as he chokes him. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to let go.

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

Q willingly lets go..... only to choke Chandler again to boos from the crowd.

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Q lets go. He then takes Chandler and whips him into the opposite corner. He charges into the corner. But Chandler leans back and nails him with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Q stumbles back, Chandler heads from out of the corner. But Q delivers a double leg pick up and rams Chandler back-first back into the corner. The crowd boos as Q then unleashes a series of clubbing forearms to the side of the head, sending Chandler slumping down in the corner. He then puts the boots to Chandler, stomping away at his chest. Q then chokes Chandler as he pulls down on the top rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to let go.

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Q reluctantly lets go. He then delivers another stomp for good measure. He reaches down, picks up Chandler, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Q knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out

Q picks up Chandler, snapmares him over, and drops an elbow down across his shoulder. He then applies a chinlock. But Q quickly transitions from a chinlock into a fish hook of the mouth. The crowd boos as Q tries to rip Chandler's mouth apart. The ref gives him until the count of five to let go.

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Q lets go. As Chandler sits up in pain, Q stands up, faces Chandler and then kicks him in the face. The crowd boos. Q then heads into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chris Q has been relentless in his attacks on Chandler. He knows what's at stake. He knows how big a win would be here tonight. But can he pull out that win?

Q picks up Chandler and nails him with a hard forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Q approaches the ropes, Chandler nails him with a right hand. Q nails him with another forearm strike, sending Chandler stumbling back into the ropes. But Chandler bounces off the ropes and nails Q with another right hand. He then blasts Q with another right hand.... and another... and another. While Q is dazed, Chandler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Q ducks and counters with a Samoan Drop. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Q picks him up and goes for a snap suplex, but Chandler blocks it. So Q goes for the suplex a second time. But again, Chandler blocks it. After punching Q in the ribs three times, Chandler lifts Q in the air. He then holds him up in the air as the crowd cheers. After about ten seconds, Chandler falls and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out to boos from the crowd.

Chandler picks up Q and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a series of knee strikes to the midsection, he brings Q from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Chandler nails him with a haymaker to the midsection. While Q is doubled over, Chandler bounces into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he goes for a high knee lift. But Q moves out of the way. He quickly grabs Chandler from behind and goes for a german suplex. But Chandler blocks the move. He then elbows Q in the face, breaking the hold. Chandler then turns around, kicks Q in the midsection, steps back, then knocks him down with a high knee lift. The crowd cheers. As Q tries to get up, Chandler runs over and nails him with another high knee lift. The crowd cheers. Q slowly rolls over towards the ropes. As he tries to get up a third time, Chandler runs over and connects with a knee trembler to the side of the head, sending Q through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Chris Q gets knocked back to the outside again as the tide has turned back towards Chandler

As Q pulls himself up onto the apron, Chandler goes over to grab him. But Q ducks, delivers a shoulder thrust through the ropes, grabs Chandler by the neck and drops off the apron with a hangman, pulling Chandler throat-first across the top rope. The crowd boos as Chandler goes down. Q then reaches into the ring, drags part of Chandler's upper boy out onto the apron and chokes him while on the outside. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q lets go. He then climbs up onto the apron, runs forward and delivers a leg drop across the apron on Chandler. The crowd boos. He then rolls back into the ring, drags Chandler away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Q picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Q knocks him down with a crossbody.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Q then picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then heads into the corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Chandler rolls out of the way, causing Q to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And nobody's home as Chandler moves out of the way!

Grayson: Who is going to get up first?

As both men slowly get up, Q nails Chandler with a right hand. Chandler comes back with a punch of his own. Q nails Chandler with another right hand. Chandler comes back with one of his own. Q throws a punch, but Chandler blocks it and counters with one of his own. Q throws another punch. This time, Chandler ducks and counters with one of his own. He then reaches out, grabs a handful of Q's beard with his left hand and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: It's about time someone used that to their advantage.

He then takes Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Chandler throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Q, snapmares him over, then delivers a rolling neck snap to cheers from the crowd. Chandler crawls over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: So close.

Chandler picks up Q and goes for an irish whip, but Q reverses and sends Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks down Q with a running forearm smash. The crowd cheers. He then runs into the ropes as Q gets back up. When Chandler comes back, he knocks Q down with another running forearm smash. The crowd cheers. Chandler then picks up Q, kicks him in the midsection, hoists him up and throws him down with a pumphandle drop. The crowd cheers. Chandler then crouches down, waiting patiently for Q to get up. Once Q gets up and turns around, Chandler nails him with the Harvard Hammer to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Clement: Harvard Hammer! That should do it....

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Chandler can't believe it.

Grayson: He's not done yet!

Clement: I thought he had him! The Harvard Hammer should have put him away!

Chandler snaps out of it. He gets up, picks up Q, kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up, spins and throws him down with the Valediction. The crowd cheers as the ref slides over to make the count.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs as Chandler is in shock.

Grayson: He got his shoulder up!

Clement: How did he do it!?

Chandler gets up and paces back and forth, wondering what to do next. He then stops as he sees Q moving around. He then crouches down, waiting impatiently for Q to get back up. Once Q turns around, Chandler goes for a discus Harvard Hammer. But Q ducks and hoists Chandler up onto the shoulder. The crowd sighs. But the sighs are soon followed by boos. Chandler panics as he tries to get free. Q looks straight into the hard camera as Chandler repeatedly elbows him in the face. But he lets that and nothing else stop him as he drops Chandler with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref makes the count.

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THREE!

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS Q!

Grayson: He did it!

Clement: He most certainly did. Chris Q had his toughest test to date and passed it! I don't know how he did it. I don't know how he kept getting his shoulder up. But Chris Q would not be denied! Chris Q moves on with his spotless record somehow still in tact.