Mississauga DVD Taping (3.9.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

[We are backstage at Mississauga International Centre where we find Pat Gordon Junior and Bob Pooler sitting in the locker room discussing plans for the night and their individual matches against members of “The Murder”. Bob is sitting, leaning backwards in his folding chair with his arms crossed behind his head while looking upward to the ceiling.]

Pooler: I just don’t know about this man; if we go into tonight divided like this …

[Bob stops looking upward and now looks straight at Gordon.]

Pooler: You know what they’re capable of. I honestly wouldn’t put it past them to try the old, ‘park-something-heavy-in-front-of-the-locker-room-door-while-we-double-team-the-other-guy’ trick.

[Both men look up as something collides with the outside of the locker room door. Gordon and Pooler share an ‘oh shit’ look moments before the door pulls open and Johnny Blayze walks into the room. He’s sporting grey jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. A duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Spotting the two men talking, he nods, drops his bag to the ground, and pulls a chair up next to them.]

Blayze: Wassup fellas? Sorry I’m late... MAN... these Canadian girls sure know how to party. Had me out til at least eight in the morning. Hey.. did you know Mississauga has the BEST hot spots in all of Ontario? I didn’t believe it myself but holy hell... the bottles were poppin’ and so were the tops.

[Pooler just looks at him in befuddlement. Gordon shakes his head and laughs.]

PGJR: You’re a party animal, Blayze.

Blayze: Yeah man... so what’s the deal for TONIGHT? I figured after you two finish off Harter and Drake, we could celebrate over at this party I found out from this chick Cheri I met at the Tim Horton’s over on Cawthra Round..you know cause a guy’s gotta eat and all. Or we could hit this...

[Pooler puts up a hand to stop Blayze from going on and on for another five minutes about nonsense]

Pooler: Alright, so just be clear about this -- we know that Harter and Drake know that the numbers game has changed. Three against one.. so long as we can stay together. Now, with what’s in store tonight, we need to be damned careful about where we’re going and not find ourselves alone for any reason. I’m not saying we need to hold hands in the bathroom …

[Pooler looks at Blayze who had been in the process of raising his hand]

Pooler: But I am saying that we’ve seen what they’re able to do in a short amount of time when it’s two-on-one.

PGJR: Yeah, that’s the game they like to play. They’re not big on facing you one-on-one. Hell, they backed off of Leon Corella when it was him and a sledgehammer...

You know, I really appreciate you two stepping up to help. I really do. I’m just a little concerned about what these guys might do to you. You’ve seen them sideline Alistair Mangold and Akrista O’Hare with injuries. Now they took out Ryan Kidd just by making him lose his FGA contract. These guys are wiley and dangerous when they’re together.

Blayze: Sure... but we’ve got something they don’t.

Pooler: What’s that?

[Blayze pauses for a moment and kind of looks off in the air, trying to find an answer.]

Blayze: Umm....I thought you or Patty might know. I’m still new around here and all.

[Pooler and Gordon think for a second.]

Pooler: Courage?

PGJR: Balls?

[Blayze stands up from his chair so fast it falls down behind him. The noise of the metal hitting the floor startles him and the other two for a mere half-second.]

Blayze: DAMN RIGHT WE GOT BALLS! And a mighty big set at that.

[Blayze then holds his hands in front of his crotch (picture Pedro Cerrano from “Major League 2”.]

PGJR: You tell ‘em, Johnny Boy!

Pooler: Ummm...guys?

[But both PG Junior and Johnny Blayze are so caught up in the moment they don’t hear the one voice of reason in the room.]

Blayze: So let’s go out there and show everyone just how big our balls really are. Who’s with me?

[Gordon and Pooler kind of look at Johnny Blayze with befuddlement again.]

Blayze: Take your time. I’ll see you guys out there.

[Johnny Blayze grabs his bag and walks out of the locker room, leaving Pat Gordon Jr and Bob Pooler to have the last round of words.]

PGJR: We’d probably better go make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.

[Pooler nods in agreement.]

Pooler: Good idea.

[FGA Office]

Mississauga DVD Taping
Mississauga International Centre
Mississauga, CA

(The lights go out in the Mississauga International Centre as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and The Murder, Drake and Harter, both burst through the curtain, casting wary glances at the fans. Harter ignores most of the fans as they rain down their hatred upon both men, Drake recoils from those attempting to touch him, screaming at them as he does so. When they reach the ring both men slide in under the bottom rope and walk to the center of the ring where a member of the ring crew hands them a microphone each.)

Malcolm Drake: Well, well, well…

(But the fans interrupt Drake, jeering at The Murder about their recent supposed failures at ‘Pride, Honor & Excellence’. Drake scowls at the audience but the junior member, Harter gets a little riled up.)

Dom Harter: Shut the hell up and listen to what he has to say!

(Naturally the fans don’t do as requested; a small chant for Pat Gordon Jr., the man who is set to face Drake tonight and who beat Harter at the last Supershow, starts up towards the back of the arena and soon enough almost everyone is cheering for the Southie Slugger.)

Dom Harter: (over the rope to the front row of fans) He’s not here right now, so sit down and shut the fuck up!

Malcolm Drake: There has been a lot of talk these past few weeks, stirrings and happenings backstage. And the brave few souls who think they can save the FGA have appeared from the woodwork. They have crawled out, slithering on their bellies, to try and stand before The Murder, to stop us from…

(Drake smirks, then sneers before continuing.)

Malcolm Drake: …destroying the FGA. That’s what you said isn’t it, Gordon? You accused us of wanting to, of trying to destroy the FGA from the inside. I put Jacob DeMore out of action. I killed a God! We beat your childhood friend to within an inch of her life; The Murder has systematically removed the infrastructure from around you, Patrick. Your friends, your cronies, we have removed them one by one … and you think you can stand up to us?

Dom Harter: Only a fool learns from his own mistakes. The wise man learns from the mistakes of others…

(The Canadian fans in attendance aren’t warming to The Murder; another chant for PGJr, Blayze and Pooler starts up as Harter takes the mic.)

Dom Harter: You think you achieved something great at Pride, Honor & Excellence, Junior … exactly what, I’m not sure. You didn’t beat me, you didn’t pin my shoulders to the mat nor did you make me tap. You certainly didn’t (Harter looks down at his wrists) break my arm. All you accomplished at Pride, Honor & Excellence was you lost your moral superiority. You sank to our supposed level, Junior. But I’m still here … despite your increased, over-the-top aggression. Despite your rage. Despite your claims that you were going to break me, that you were going to break The Murder, you achieved NOTHING!

(Another wave of boos from the fans.)

Malcolm Drake: But we removed one more of your support pillars. One more piece taken out from beneath you, Patrick. And tonight, Dom will face your new friend, Bob Pooler inside this ring. And he will knock one more pillar out from under you…

(Harter nods and smirks that cocky grin he wears constantly.)

Malcolm Drake: And you finally get what you’ve wanted all these months. You get to step in the ring with the head crow. I said it before, Patrick, but it bears repeating right now. Tonight I will make you beg for mercy. I will make you scream in agony. I will make you pray for the end…

Dom Harter: But it won’t come, not yet.

Malcolm Drake: As you made it your mission to stop us, Patrick, we have made it our goal to destroy you. To break you, physically, mentally, emotionally. We will tear down those who stand by your side – Johnny Blayze and Bob Pooler – right now you have a choice. Since you’re not with us, you’re against. So you can choose your own fate, do you want to be like Alistair Mangold and Akrista O’Hare, do you want to end up like Ryan Kidd. Or do you want to end up like Pat Gordon Jr.?

(Drake throws down his mic as “Man In The Box” starts up again. The fans continue to boo, showing their hatred of The Murder as Harter follows the lead, exiting the ring after Drake. The two of them make their way back up the aisle, sneering at the fans as they go.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Zero vs. Johnny Blayze

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.

Grayson: He's going to shoot somebody's eye out with that thing!

Cruz: The following match is your opening contest of the evening. And it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown.... weighing in at 189 pounds.... ZERO!

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 his opponent.

Clement: Here comes the mysterious masked man Zero, making his way to the ring.

Grayson: I don't know if this guy is delusional or flat out insane. He actually thinks he's some kind of hero. Did you see that stupid utility belt he was walking around wearing backstage?

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

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

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

Clement: And the crowd is one again hot for Johnny Blayze.

Grayson: Ah Johnny Blayze, the man that's a sex symbol in his own mind. It's a shame that Danielle Tyler didn't finish what she started.

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.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Zero uses his strength advantage to move Blayze into the corner. The ref quickly scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break it up.

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

Both men make a clean break. As Zero backs out of the corner, Blayze makes his way out of the corner. Both men lock up in the center of the ring. Blayze quickly places him in a side headlock. He then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. But Zero leans over and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. He then transitions into a side headlock. Blayze then shoves Zero off of him and into the ropes. When Zero comes back, he tries to knock down Blayze with a running shoulderblock. But Blayze only stumbles back. Zero then runs back into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Blayze leap frogs over him. Zero continues to run into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Blayze goes for a hip toss. But Zero blocks it and counters with an arm drag. The crowd cheers.

As Blayze gets back up, Zero delivers a hard chop. He then snapmares Blayze down and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. He makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

Clement: Zero with the first near fall of this contest. Say what you will about his personality, but you can't deny that this man is talented. With over a decade of experience, Zero clearly has a key advantage over most here in FGA.

Grayson: The man is a nutjob. No amount of experience is going to change that fact.

Zero picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Zero throws a punch. But Blayze ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, he delivers a spinning headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Zero gets back up, but Blayze knocks him down with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. Zero gets back up, only to get knocked back down by another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Zero gets up, Blayze charges and delivers a running shoulderblock, sending Zero stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Zero climbs back up onto the apron, Blayze runs over and knocks him off with a dropkick, sending him to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Zero rolls around on the outside, Blayze steps out onto the apron. When Zero gets up and turns around, Blayze runs along the apron, jumps off and takes Zero down with a flying hurricanrana. The crowd cheers.

Clement: What a move by Johnny Blayze, busting out some of that high flying offense!

Grayson: Oh he's got Zero down for now. But he needs to be less worried about the females in the crowd and more concerned about putting this clown down for the three count.

Blayze picks up Zero and throws him down with a scoop slam. After rolling back into the ring, Blayze climbs up to the top rope. He then crouches down and waits for Zero to get up. When Zero gets up, Blayze turns around on the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Zero catches him in mid air with a dropkick. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Zero with a well-timed counter! Blayze may be hurt. Those ribs of his have been targeted before.

Grayson: Good! That's what he gets for being distracted and taking his sweet time.

While Blayze is down on the outside, Zero gets up to his feet. After stumbling over towards the side of the ring, Zero rolls back in, then back out to restart the count. He then waits for Blayze to get up. When Blayze gets up and turns around, Zero runs over and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then picks up Blayze and brings him over to the side of the ring. After lifting Blayze up onto the apron, Zero climbs up onto the apron. He then reaches down and scoops Blayze up across his shoulder. Zero then runs along the apron and jumps off, delivering a running powerslam to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Blayze goes down hard! I don't think I've ever seen that move done off the apron.

Grayson: And Johnny Blayze is probably wishing that he was south of the border right now.

Zero picks up Blayze and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Clement: Nice ring awareness there by Blayze. He's not totally out of it.

Grayson: .... yet.

Zero picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Zero scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Zero with another near fall. The masked luchadore has been targeting both the ribs and back of Blayze.

Grayson: And it's a sound strategy. Danielle Tyler has attacked his ribs repeatedly. Plus, he can't run around and do all those high flying moves if he can barely breathe.

Zero picks up Blayze and throws him down with a scoop slam. He follows up with a leg drop. After turning Blayze over onto his stomach, Zero heads into the corner. He begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once Zero climbs up to the top turnbuckle, Blayze pops up, rushes into the corner and shoves him off, sending Zero crashing against the barricade to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And there goes Zero with a hard fall to the outside!

Grayson: I guess it's true. Not all superheroes can fly!

Blayze slowly rolls to the outside. He goes over, picks up Zero and delivers a sitdown face slam. Blayze then picks him back up, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in, drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Zero gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Only two.

Blayze picks up Zero and whips him into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Blayze bends over to set up a back body drop. But Zero stops and delivers a clubbing shot to the back. The crowd cheers as Blayze stands up and arches his back. Zero then kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs a hold of Blayze and plants him with the Zero Hour. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Close call there for Blayze.

Zero picks up Blayze and whips him into the corner. Zero charges into the corner, but Blayze leans back and gives him a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Zero stumbles back, Blayze runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Zero gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Blayze then picks up Zero, grabs him around the waist and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex.

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Zero bridges back up, turns over and knees him in the midsection. He then turns Blayze around and brings him down with a reverse DDT. He makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And another nearfall for Zero.

Grayson: Blayze needs to realize what's good for him and stay down.

Zero picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Blayze nails him with a back elbow. While Zero is stunned, Blayze grabs him and whips him into the corner. Blayze runs into the corner, hops onto him and monkey flips him from out of the corner. The crowd cheers. As Zero gets up and turns around, Blayze runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd cheers. He then drags Zero into position before pointing to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers.

Clement: You know what comes next! Blayze looks like he's about to put this thing away!

Blayze then climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he goes for the Blayze of Glory. But Zero rolls out of the way, causing Blayze to connect with nothing but canvas.

Grayson: How's that canvas feel? Maybe next time you'll actually hit the move instead of playing up to these fans.

While Blayze is down, Zero rolls out onto the apron. After pulling himself up using the ropes, Zero climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with Zero Sum to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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THREE!

Zero by Evergreen Terrace plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ZERO!

Clement: The masked man Zero picks up yet another win here in FGA. But it wasn't easy.

Grayson: Of course it was easy. Blayze is out there trying to make girls swoon over him instead of adding another W to his record. Only one man cost him that match tonight. And that was himself.

Clement: Well it will no doubt be interesting to see where both of these men go from here. Blayze still firmly has the backs of both Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler against The Murder. But what is next for this mysterious grappler? Only the man behind that mask knows...

[FGA Office]

The rabid Canadian fans screams their lungs off as the lights in the arena dims down. A few red lights on the entrance way suddenly began flashing on and off as All That Remains’ song “The Air That I Breathe” suddenly blasted through the PA system. All the heads turned to the entrance way as they anticipates who this person coming out. After a few moments, the person steps out and it turned out to be none other than the former CWC World Champion and former mainstay of Canada’s very own Simcoe County Championship Wrestling - Tyler Graves.

Graves steps out from the back wearing a black and red FGA t-shirt, a faded black jeans and a pair of black and white Vans skate sneakers. He stops and looks around the arena as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. He raises his arms up as the cheers then overshadows the boos. He then began to walk his way to the ring slapping some hands along the way. He circles the ring slapping some more hands before stopping in front of a steel steps. He goes up the steps and enters between the middle and top rope. He runs towards the corner and jumps up the turnbuckle. He raises his arms up as the crowd gets louder for him. He then jumps down and walks to the corner where the ring crew are and asks for the microphone. He walks to the middle of the ring and prepares to talk while the crowd keeps chanting towards him.

Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!

He hold up his hand to hush them as the chanting slowly dies down. He lifts his microphone up to his mouth as he began to speak.

Tyler Graves: Seriously guys, I’ve never thought I’ll ever get this kind of reception. After all, it’s been awhile since I’ve been on a wrestling ring and the fact that I have NEVER been on an FGA ring before… This reception is really overwhelming. So thank you guys.

He pauses as the crowd began to cheer again. After a moment, he continues.

Tyler: It’s been awhile since I’ve been here in the Great White North. This place used to be a stomping grounds to me. I have a lot of memory in this country and I’ve had a lot of success for a promotion based in a town just an hour away from here.

The crowd erupted again as they know very well what he’s saying but they are still anticipating for him to namedrop this said promotion.

Tyler: I don’t know if the name Simcoe County Championship Wrestling rings any bell for you guys…

The crowd erupted before he could finish. He laughs as the crowd began chanting SCCW to him.

Tyler: I guess it is familiar to you guys huh? Anyways, as much as I am very thankful with my success in SCCW, that chapter of my life has been written and done. As you all may know, after my time with SCCW and my CWC World title reign, I went into a massive meltdown. I’ve became frustrated and angry about the direction my career had gone and I’ve became so hard to deal with. I’ve burnt every bridges I’ve had that time and no one would book in their promotion. Hell even a backyard wrestling promotion wouldn’t touch me. That was how bad I’ve became during those times.

So I left the sport. I moved back to my birth state of California. Did some odd jobs there just to get by. I totally cleansed myself of pro wrestling for a couple of years. And it worked. It worked really well. I started coming around again. I’ve regained control of myself and I’ve mellowed out a whole lot. I started to see things in a different perspective and that’s when I know I’ve slowly turned things around.

And that’s when I started thinking about wrestling again. That’s when I started thinking about coming back to the sport that I love so much. I then moved back to Chicago and reconnected with the guy who has been a father-figure for me for a decade now - Oliver Gray. Ollie again helped me to prepare for my return to the ring. We trained non-stop everyday for 8 hours while I still work part time at night bouncing at punk rock clubs around the city. After 6 months of training, I feel I’m ready to get back in the ring. I’ve fine-tuned my game and dusted off the ring rust. I’ve reached out to everyone but the stigma I carried a couple of years ago is still there and no one would hire me… Until the FGA Management approached me a month ago.

So here I am tonight standing in front of you. All I can say is it cant be more of a fitting return to pro wrestling and a debut to a promotion than in front of a crowd who was the last crowd to see me at my best. It couldn’t make any more sense to return to the sport that I love and debut for a new promotion than in front of the crowd whom I didn’t burnt any bridge with.

So here I am tonight… In the best shape of my life and ready to start a new chapter not just in my career but in my life. I came to FGA to have a fresh start and to formally leave behind what happened in the past. I came to FGA because they are the first one to reach out to me and give me the platform to redeem myself and to prove to myself and to the great pro wrestling fans that I am a different man and that I am capable of being in the ring again and I am capable to get back to the form I was in when I became the CWC World Heavyweight Champion.

I know a lot of the boys in the back are skeptical of the FGA management’s move when they allowed me into the promotion and believe me, I felt vilified when I walked into the locker room earlier tonight. All those judging eyes looking at me like I’m some kind of cancer. But that’s okay. I welcome the challenge of proving them wrong about me. I welcome the challenge of showing them that I’ve turned things around and I’m ready to return to my old form and actually become better than my best. And it all starts tonight.

He takes a quick pause.

Tyler: Phase One of Rebirth begins here.

His music cues in again as he walks to the corner and hands the ring crew the microphone. He plays to the crowd a little bit who showers him with cheers as he then rolls out of the ring. He walks to the entrance way slapping some hands of the fans ringside. He then stops by the curtain and raises his arm up to the delight of the fans before walking out to the back.

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Jacob Knite

“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.

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

When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Clement: Magna has shown some heart as well as skill in what matches we’ve seen her in. She’s managed to rack up quite the record for herself so far here in FGA, actually and I’m sure she wants to keep that trend going tonight here in Mississauga.

Grayson: No doubt she does, but I’m sure her opponent wants this win tonight just as badly.

"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.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia.... weighing in at 205 pounds... JACOB KNITE!

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.

Grayson: Knite is weird and eccentric, but as far as I’m concerned it just makes him all that much more difficult to combat and plan for in that ring.

Clement: For once, I think we agree. Knite is out there in left field but no doubt he wants to use that to his advantage here.

The bell rings and both lock up in the middle of the ring. Knite quickly knees Magna in the gut to double her over, then nails a few elbows to the back of her skull before he fires her into the ropes. She comes back and he catches her with a side backbreaker. She rolls into the ropes and gets up as he charges at her. She ducks a clothesline and goes behind him. She spins him around and catches him with an open palm strike to the chest, followed by a European uppercut. The crowd cheers as Knite staggers into a corner. Magna sizes him up for a few moments, then charges in after him to go for a leaping splash. He catches her and quickly slams her down onto her back.

Clement: A good counter there from Knite and he’s back in the driver’s seat.

Knite stomps down on her a few times before he lifts her up. He quickly nails a jawbreaker on her, then follows it up with a standing dropkick that takes her down. Cami gets up fairly quickly and Knite leaps up with another dropkick, but once again she gets to her feet. The fans cheer for her, starting a “let’s go Cami” chant as Knite waits for her to get up. He looks like he’s going to nail a dropkick again but instead he reaches over and pokes her in the eyes. The crowd boos and the referee reads him the riot act but Knite seems to care less.

Clement: And he poked her in the eyes! Come on, that was uncalled for!

Cami staggers back against the ropes and Knite sizes her up for a moment before he charges at her and then clotheslines her over the ropes to the outside of the ring. She lands on her feet and Knite wastes no time in leaping between the middle and bottom ropes to use both of his feet to kick her back against the barricade. The fans boo as Knite gets back to his feet, then leaps over the top rope. He turns in midleap, lands on the middle rope on the apron side of the ropes and then leaps back with a moonsault……..but catches nothing but floor as Cami moves out of the way!

Grayson: Oh my god! I think Knite may be dead after that!

Clement: Knite crashed and burned and it may cost him dearly here!

Cami grabs Knite by the back of the head, picks him up and rolls him into the ring. She crawls in after him and makes a cover.


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Thr…NOOOO! Knite manages to kick out!

Cami lifts him up and nails a few shots to his skull before she rocks him with a knife edge chop, then another. Knite staggers back against the ropes, but as she goes to pursue him, he reaches over and rakes her eyes again to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh, come on! This is ridiculous! If he pulls this crap again, he just needs to be disqualified!

Grayson: Knite just barely managing to stop Cami’s momentum. I can’t say his choice of tactics was pretty, but it was sure as hell effective.

Cami staggers back and Knite charges out and catches her with a clothesline. Cami gets up and Knite nails a dropkick on her. She goes down again, but gets back up. This time, Knite charges into the nearest corner, steps onto the middle and then top rope and launches himself back with a moonsault that this time is right on target and takes her down. With Cami on the mat, Knite beckons her to get back up. When she does, he kicks her in the stomach and goes for a stunner, but Cami manages to shove him off of her. He turns around and she catches him with a high kick that clobbers right on the side of the head. He falls to the mat and Cami takes the opportunity to go to the outside of the ring onto the apron.

Clement: She’s set him up for the Snapdragon Fire!

Grayson: I don’t even think Knite knows where he is after that kick, let alone what’s going to be coming his way in just a second!

Knite slowly gets to his feet and turns toward Cami, who leaps onto the top rope and springboards in with a hurricanrana but he manages to catch her and power bombs her into the mat! The fans boo like crazy as Knite quickly makes the cover.


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ThreNOOOOOOOO! Cami kicks out to cheers from the crowd!

Knite immediately gets up and begins stomping away at her. He pulls her up to her feet and nails some shots to her jaw before he fires her into a nearby corner. He charges in after her, but she just manages to move out of the way. He collides with the turnbuckle to cheers and she quickly rushes in after him with a clothesline that causes her legs to go between the top and middle rope. She hangs there for a moment as Knite staggers into the middle of the ring, then she slides out onto the apron.

Grayson: Things aren’t looking too good for Knite right now!

Clement: He managed to catch her before when she tried this, can he do it again?

He turns to face her and leaps onto the top rope, springboards into the ring and nails the Snapdragon Fire. The crowd roars their approval as she makes the cover on him, with many even counting along with the ref.

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“Riptide” begins to play as the crowd cheers

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

Cami gets to her feet and gets her hand raised by the referee.

Clement: She did it! Cami racks up another win with the Snapdragon Fire!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

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

(("The Mob Goes Wild" by Clutch starts to play again, the crowd giving a mixed reaction as they remember from a previous FGA DVD what happened last time they heard this! Coming out from the back in a pair of nice jeans and a black dress shirt, he slowly walks down, stopping to think about everything while he looks out at the crowd. Shaking a couple of hands, he nodded as he stepped into the ring and asked for a microphone.))

Jonathan Collins: Mississauga, you're going to have to forgive me. I'm in a bit of a huge road trip. I just flew in from Tonga, and I'm incredibly tired.

((He laughs, leaning against a corner as he looks out at the crowd for a moment.))

Jonathan Collins: I just had my first match back in the ring since November, and believe me, it was a bit exhausting. Then you put me on a flight back here for FGA...I almost put this off again. I mean, I went and got treated with respect from Phoenix Wrestling for their Iron King tournament, and now this is happening. It's a little bit of a shock going from that to, well, this.

((The crowd seems to be buzzing now, not sure if he's being insulting or not.))

Jonathan Collins: So I made a promise I would come out here and publicly apologize to Tigre Oro. It was a mistake, I didn't mean to knock the kid out, so...c'mon out, kiddo. Let's get this done and over with.

((From the back emerges Tigre Oro, not too sure he knows what's going on. As he steps into the ring, he glances at Collins, who just gives him a grin as he steps towards the center of the ring to meet him.))

Jonathan Collins: No hard feelings, okay? Maybe next time we cross paths, you'll know not to chase after me. I don't answer to you, okay? I'm the EXODUS Pro Director. I'm a six-time World Champion. I've done more in this industry than you've done in your life. Do me a favor, okay? Learn to respect your elders. I'm sorry you got knocked out, I didn't mean to backfist you. It wasn't intentional.

((Collins reaches to extend his hand as Tigre looks at him. For a moment, there's a bit of trepidation, and before Tigre can extend his hand, Collins unleashes another backfist, this time intentional as he KO's Tigre again! The crowd boos this time as Oro is knocked out cold, laying on the mat.))

Jonathan Collins: But that? That was intentional, kiddo. Let's just make something clear, okay? I'm Jonathan Collins. You? You're an example. See, I haven't been completely honest why I'm here tonight.

((Collins reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long-way folded piece of paper, clipped together by a pen. Collins grabs the pen and unfolds the paper, using Tigre as a desk to sign the paper.))

Jonathan Collins: Thanks, bud. You just helped me sign my FGA contract. As of today, I'm an active FGA competitor. And you? You're furniture. And for that, I'm not sorry. See you again in two weeks.

(("The Mob Goes Wild" starts again as Collins smirks, standing up and getting out of the ring as the crowd is jeering in response, but some are still in shocked silence, unsure what went down just actually happened.))

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond vs. Braydon Jones

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.... weighing in at 300 pounds.... He is BRAYDON "THE BULLY" JONES!

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

Clement: This is a huge test for Braydon Jones. While this young man has yet to taste defeat, he is going up against his toughest test to date in Chris Bond.

Grayson: Yeah, Braydon may be in way over his head. Sure, hes got size, strength and weight on his side. But like Bond said, heart and experience are on his side. Something's got to give. Will Bond be too slow, too weak and too OLD to hang in there with "The Bully"? Or will "The Bully" be the one that gets bullied around in that ring?

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

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

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing in Chicago, Illinois.... weighing in at 238 pounds..... CHRIS BOND!

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

Clement: And here comes Chris Bond. Bond knows all about big matches. He's been on the big stage. He's won championships. He's beaten big names. He knows how to close the deal. But can he do it tonight against a fellow undefeated wrestler in Braydon Jones?

Grayson: He very well may. But maybe he won't. If you're someone of Bond's status in this business, it would be very easy to look past Braydon Jones. And with good reason. I know Bond isn't the type to underestimate someone like Braydon. But maybe he can't help himself. Maybe he'll think that Braydon doesn't have it in him to mount a comeback. But it may be that one moment, that one opening that Braydon needs to take control and win this thing. I can't wait to see these two beat the hell out of each other.

The bell sounds as both men shakes hands before circling the ring. They then lock up. After jockeying for position, Braydon shoves Bond back. After stumbling a couple steps back, Bond regains his balance and circles the ring. He inches over towards Braydon and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Braydon shoves Bond down to the canvas. Bond looks up at Braydon as he momentarily admires his strength. He then quickly snaps out of it and scurries back up to his feet.

Grayson: For a veteran, you'd think Bond would be smarter than to try matching strength with someone that's got nearly sixty pounds on him.

He slowly circles the ring as Braydon doesn't take his eyes off the vet. Bond inches closer towards him and locks up. After jockeying for position, Braydon uses his strength advantage to move Bond into the corner. The ref goes over towards the corner and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a clean break. Braydon steps back towards the center of the ring. Once Braydon is at a safe distance away from him, Bond slowly makes his way from out of the corner. After circling the ring, he goes over to Braydon and motions for a collar and elbow tie up. But Bond ducks, goes behind and quickly applies a side headlock. But before Bond can really cinch in the hold, Braydon shoves him off and into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers as Bond rolls over and then pulls himself up using the ropes.

Clement: Things aren't going so well for Bond in the early goings of this matchh.

Grayson: And it may not end well if he keeps this up.

Bond begins to bounce from side to side as he moves closer to Braydon. He motions for a collar and elbow tie up. But once again, he ducks, goes behind and this time, applies a waistlock. Braydon quickly elbows him in the face and performs a standing switch. He then follows up with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck, sending Bond stumbling into the ropes. As Braydon approaches, Bond moves off the ropes and stops him with a knife-edge chop. He then rears back and nails Braydon with another chop.... and another... and another. He then takes Braydon and goes for an irish whip. But Braydon reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Braydon picks him up and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of elbow strikes. He then grabs Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. Braydon charges across the ring and connects with a running elbow strike, sending Bond stumbling from out of the corner and down to the canvas. Braydon makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Clement: Bond kicks out again. But Braydon is starting to have his way with him.

Grayson: Starting? Have you been watching this match with your eyes closed?

Braydon picks up Bond, delivers a double leg pick up and them rams him back-first into the corner. As Bond cringes in pain, Braydon unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts. After standing up, Braydon delivers a series of open-hand chops to the chest. The thud from the chops echo throughout the building.

Grayson: I hope Bond likes that new tattoo of Braydon's palm on his chest.

He then brings Bond from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Bond reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Bond bends over to set up a back body drop. But Braydon stops and counters with a high knee lift, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. As Bond slowly gets back up, Braydon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a lariat. But Bond ducks, grabs him from behind and takes him down with a rear naked chokedrop. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Braydon kicks out.

Clement: Only two! But Bond may have just gotten the opening he needed to start mounting some offense against the big man.

Bond picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top rope. After turning Braydon around, he unleashes a series of right hands to the midsection. He then delivers a series of right hands to the face. Bond then grabs a hold of Braydon and goes for an irish whip. But Braydon reverses, sending Bond into the opposite corner. Braydon charges across the ring and goes for a lariat. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Braydon to crash into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. As Braydon stumbles back, Bond turns him around, kicks him in the midsection and brings him down with a jumping faceplant. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him over and makes the cover.

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Braydon kicks out.

Grayson: Why does he keep bringing Braydon up to his feet? Keep him down.

Bond picks up Braydon and goes for a vertical suplex, but Braydon blocks it. Bond tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex but again, Braydon blocks it. Braydon then overpowers Bond and counters with a suplex of his own. The crowd cheers as Bond arches his back in pain. Braydon gets up, picks up Bond, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Clement: I never thought I'd say this, but maybe you were right.

Grayson: They all come around eventually.

Braydon picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond stops and kicks him square in the face. The crowd cheers as Braydon is sent stumbling back. While Braydon is dazed, Bond runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running lariat. But Braydon only stumbles back. So Bond runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with another running lariat. But again, Braydon doesn't get knocked down. So Bond runs right back into the ropes. When he comes back, Braydon counters with a big back body drop. The crowd cheers as Bond arches his back in pain.

Clement: And Bond's offense has once again been stopped by Braydon.

Grayson: What is he about to be on, Plan E? Because thus far, nothing has worked against The Bully.

While Bond is down, Braydon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he jumps up for a running senton. But Bond rolls out of the way, causing Braydon to connect with nothing but canvas. The crowd cheers. As Braydon turns over and gets back up, Bond hits a quick dropkick to the knee, sending Braydon tumbling to the canvas. The crowd cheers. As Braydon tries to get up, Bond grabs him, lifts him up and delivers a kneebreaker. As Braydon hobbles on one leg, Bond bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he clips the back of Braydon's knee, knocking him down. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And the big man gets knocked down again by Bond.

Grayson: Is he going to do the smart thing and keep him down? Or is he going to make the wrong choice and pick him back up?

While Braydon is down, Bond gets back to his feet. He delivers a stomp to the left leg, followed by stomps to the stomach, chest and left arm. He then delivers a stomp to the head and the right arm. Bond makes his way down and delivers a jumping stomp to the right leg. The crowd cheers as Bond picks up the right leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. Bond gets up, lifts up the leg and delivers another elbow drop to it. Bond then gets up, slips Braydon's legs between his and delivers a jumping knee drop to the leg. The crowd cheers as Braydon can be heard groaning in pain.

Clement: Bond now attacking Brayson's leg. Which is ironic when you think about it.

Grayson: Oh it's ironic. But hell if it isn't the smart thing to do. Braydon can't bully him around when he's laying flat on his back.

Bond then holds the right leg against the canvas and delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop to the leg. The crowd cheers. Bond then gets up and applies a standing kneebar. The ref asks Braydon if he wants to give up. But Braydon refuses to quit. As Bond bends over to apply more pressure, Braydon uses his free leg to repeatedly kick Bond in the face. Braydon continues kicking Bond until he lets go. Once he's free, Braydon slowly makes his way back up to his feet. But as he approaches Bond, Bond throws out a kick to the leg.

Bond then scoops up Braydon from the side and delivers a jumping backbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Braydon gets his shoulder up.

Bond then grabs Braydon and drags him over to the ropes. After draping his leg across the middle rope, Bond delivers a jumping seated senton to the right leg. The crowd cheers as Braydon can be seen cringing in pain. Bond then drags him away from the ropes, only to turn him over into a half crab. The crowd cheers as Bond cinches in the hold. The ref asks Braydon if he wants to give up. But as soon as Braydon refuses to quit, Bond pulls back. Braydon can be heard groaning in pain.

Clement: Braydon Jones looks to be writhing in pain. But can he block it out? Can he try to escape the submission hold?

Bond keeps the hold locked on. Braydon looks around and sees that he's nowhere near the ropes. So he reaches back, grabs Bond by the ankle and is somehow able to pull him down, breaking the hold. While Bond is down on his stomach, Braydon is able to reverse into the Philly Crab. The crowd cheers as Bond can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond repeatedly shakes his head from side to side.

Clement: And now Bond is looking worse for wear. Can he fight off the pain and try to get himself out of this hold?

Grayson: It may be too late for him.

Braydon pulls back, increasing the pressure to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. He then pushes himself up off the canvas. He then claws forward, making his way towards the ropes. Bond then reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd cheers as the ref gives Braydon until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Braydon lets go.

Clement: The Philly Love has been broken. But how much damage has already been done?

As he picks up Bond, Bond swats his arm away and blasts him with a right hand. He then connects with another right hand.... and another... and another. Bond then goes for the knockout punch. But Braydon blocks it and knocks Bond down with a right hand of his own. The crowd cheers. After he picks Bond back up, Braydon shoots him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Braydon turns him inside out with a lariat. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How'd he get up from that?

Braydon picks him up, brings him over towards the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex. But instead of going for the pin, Braydon gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running senton. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it. It's over..

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NO! Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Braydon picks up Bond, runs into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Bond gets his arms out, blocks the move, elbows Braydon and then slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. After turning him around, Bond climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7....

Braydon then grabs a hold of Bond, walks out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Bond is doubled over, Braydon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Bond throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd cheers as Bond rolls across him and hooks the leg.

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Braydon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh come on!

Clement: Neither one of these men is about to quit! They both want this win bad.

Bond then picks up Braydon and whips him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Bond connects with a running lariat that sends him stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. Bond then reaches through the ropes, grabs Braydon, drags him into position across the middle rope and then plants him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers. Bond then picks him up, grabs a hold of him and delivers the End of Days. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

"You Know My Name" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS BOND!

Chris Bond gets up and gets his arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Bond pulls out the win, handing Braydon his first loss in FGA.

Grayson: I guess the old man still has something in the tank after all.

Clement: There's definitely some gas left in Chris Bond's tank. Let's hope it doesn't run out anytime soon. Because there is one thing that Bond is focused on. And that's capturing that FGA Championship belt.

[FGA Office]

Dom Harter vs. Bob Pooler

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

Cruz: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from MONTREAL by way of Boston, Massachusetts.... weighing in at 218 pounds.... BOB POOLER!

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

Clement: This one’s going to be good! Right here in Missassauga we’re going to see two of Canada’s finest locking horns for the first time ever, one on one in an FGA ring.

Grayson: Pooler’s been on quite the roll lately but he’s said a lot of this going into this match and quite frankly….I don’t know if he can back them up. I mean, he’s basically vowed to make Dom Harter tap out here tonight.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from CAMBRIDGE, ONTARIO, CANADA... weighing in at 235 pounds.... he is the "Tenacious Little Bastard", DOM HARTER!

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

Grayson: Like I said, Pooler’s talked a good game going into this match but he’s not against just anyone. He’s against Dom Harter. There’s a reason Harter’s nickname is the tenacious little bastard.

Clement: Well, Harter’s talked a lot of crap going into this match as well but to be honest……this match goes beyond what they’ve said this past week. Harter and Malcolm Drake have been hell bent on bringing FGA to it’s knees and destroying it and Pooler’s been one of the guys that have stood up for what’s right. I mean, all you have to do is go back to Pride, Honor and Excellence to see that. The Murder was teeing off on Pat Gordon Jr. and Pooler made the save and foiled their plans.

Grayson: Yeah, well as far as Harter’s concerned Pooler stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and right here tonight he’s determined to make Pooler pay for it.

The bell rings and both men circle one another. The crowd immediately starts a “Pooler, Pooler” chant but Harter is not fazed at all by it. Instead, he goes for a lock up with Bob. He drives Pooler back against the ropes but Pooler manages to turn the tide and spins Harter against the ropes. Harter manages to turn the tide quickly and spins Pooler against the turnbuckle. The referee gets between them now, telling them to break. Both men hold their hands in the air as they cautiously let go of one another, but Harter hauls off and slaps Pooler across the face.

Clement: That may be a mistake on Harter’s part!

Grayson: Pooler looks pissed and I can’t blame him for feeling that way!

Pooler charges out of the corner at Harter, taking him down to the mat and nailing shot after shot to his side. The crowd roars their approval as the two roll around on the mat with Harter managing to get the upper hand on Pooler. He mounts him and begins to rain shots down on him, but Pooler reaches up and shifts the tide once again, getting Harter on his back and raining shots down on him. Harter manages to reverse things again, this time getting up to his feet and as Pooler goes to get up, he nails a kick to the side of his head that sends Pooler tumbling through the ropes and to the ringside floor.

Grayson: This has been back and forth from the moment the bell rang!

Clement: Yeah, don’t blink folks or you’ll miss something here!

Harter waits for Pooler to get to his feet before charging at the ropes. He goes for a suicide dive through them but Pooler rushes out of the way. Harter catches himself and manages to get onto the apron. He waits for Pooler to turn around before charging at him and flying off of the apron with a cross body that sends them both tumbling to the floor! The crowd boos as Harter gets up and rains down some stomps onto Pooler. Meanwhile, the referee starts a ten count.

Ref: One…………………Two…………………..Three.......

Clement: Harter’s pulling Pooler up and what does he have in mind?

Grayson: Harter whips Pooler toward the ring steps and……….oh, Pooler just manages to stop himself!

Pooler gets his foot up and stops himself. Harter charges with a spear, but Pooler moves out of the way and Harter collides with the steps, the shot of the collision echoing through the building!

Ref: .....Four……………….Five……………………Six......

Pooler grabs Dom by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring, following suit. Harter holds onto his right shoulder as he gets up. He turns around and Pooler goes to whip him into a corner, but Harter reverses. Pooler reverses that and sends Harter into the corner like a dart, his right shoulder colliding with the ring post. Harter screams in pain as he slowly pulls himself out of the corner, but Pooler’s there to grab him around the waist and pop him back with a bridging German suplex!


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Harter kicks out!

Pooler gets up and catches Dom as he starts to get up with a knee to the gut. He quickly shoves Harter’s head between his legs and underhooks both of his arms. He hoists him up for what looks like a tiger driver, but he drops down to a knee and drives Harter across his other with a backbreaker. Harter rolls over to the ropes, favoring his shoulder now more than ever as he gets up. The fans are clearly behind Pooler, starting a “Bob, Bob, Bob!” chant as he sizes up Harter, then charges after him. Harter drops to the mat at the last second, pulling the middle and top ropes down in the process which send Pooler tumbling over the ropes to the outside floor.

Grayson: And the fight spills to the floor yet again and that’s really what this has been thus far. A knock down, dragout fight.

Clement: The bad blood with these two is boiling over here in front of us and both of them look to be feeling the effects of it.

Harter waits for Pooler to get up before he charges at the ropes and drops down with a baseball slide dropkick. As he slides under the ropes, Pooler slides into the ring. Harter lands on his feet on the outside and Pooler gets to his and springs off of the ropes. He goes for a suicide dive through the ropes, but Harter leaps up at the last second and nails a stiff kick that catches Pooler right on the top of his skull and sends him tumbling onto his back in the ring. The fans boo as Harter crawls in and makes a cover.

Grayson: Holy crap! He kicked Bob’s head like it was a soccer ball!


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ThreNOOOOOOO! Pooler gets a shoulder up to cheers!

Harter gets to his feet and pulls Bob up to his knees. He nails a kick to Bob’s chest, followed by another and another and another, all in rapid succession. He finishes up the flurry with a stiff buzzsaw kick to Bob’s skull that lays him out on the mat again. Harter smirks down at his handiwork for a moment, then he makes his way to the closest corner. He climbs to the rope and with Bob still down, he leaps off with an elbow drop that catches Bob on the chest.

Grayson: Someone needs to check on Pooler and make sure he’s still conscious after those kicks. I have a feeling he may be knocked out.

Clement: Harter’s staying on him! Look at this! He’s now planting kick after kick into Bob’s side!

The referee gets between them, apparently trying to check on Bob but Harter has none of it, going around the referee to plant kick after kick into Pooler. He finally pulls Bob to his knees again, this time locking in a reverse chinlock as he drives a knee into Bob’s spine. Pooler reaches out, trying to grab a rope but he’s damn near in the middle of the ring and at Harter’s mercy. Dom keeps the chinlock applied, but then locks in a full nelson and pulls Bob to his feet. He pops him back with a suplex and bridges it to boos and jeers from the fans.


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Three………..NO! Pooler manages to kick out just at the last second! Harter’s a little irate as he gets up, but he quickly regains his composure and turns his focus to Pooler yet again and actually looks like he’s stalking Bob.

Grayson: Harter’s looking to nail something here and whatever it is, Bob better have a reversal for it or something. He can’t take much more of the kind of punishment that Harter’s dishing out here. I don’t think anyone could, really.

Pooler gets up, but Harter charges at him and nails a knee lift to his jaw that sends Pooler staggering back, but Dom manages to grab him by the hair and reels him in for a double arm DDT!

Clement: Spin the Black Circle! That’s got to be it!

Pooler bounces off of the mat and onto his back and Harter wastes no time in getting on him and hooking a leg!


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THREE! NO!

Pooler manages to get a foot on the bottom rope! The fans cheer and start a loud “Let’s go Pooler!” chant as Harter sits up and looks obviously annoyed by the fight still left in Bob. He gets up and pulls Pooler to his feet. He scoops him up and drapes him over his shoulder as he backs into a corner. With a running start, Harter goes for a power slam but Pooler manages to slide down his back and land on his feet. Before Harter even knows what’s going on, Bob leaps up and falls back, pulling Harter down with him and driving both of his knee’s into Dom’s right shoulder!

Grayson: That’s the shoulder that Harter hurt at the start of the match and it looks like it’s in a lot of pain again!

Clement: Pooler threw a Hail Mary out of desperation there and it connected! He just needs to stay on Harter and capitalize on this opening!

Pooler and Harter remain down for a few moments before Bob starts to slowly make it to his knees. Harter uses the ropes to pull himself up as Bob manages to reach a vertical base just before him. Harter turns to the middle of the ring and takes a step toward it as Pooler rushes at him and out of nowhere nails a spear!

Grayson: The High Velocity Hug! Pooler got all of it!

The fans come unglued as Bob crawls over to Harter and lays over him.

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THREE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Harter manages to kick out with just a millisecond remaining!

The fans seem a little deflated, but begin cheering again as Bob gets to his feet and stomps down on Harter a few times. He then grabs Harter by the hair and pulls him up before he places his head between his legs again and underhooks both of his arms once more. Pooler goes for what’s clearly his Midnight:30 but Dom manages to get free of it and quickly lifts Pooler onto his shoulders. It looks like he may go for a Samoan drop for a second, but Harter swings Pooler around at the last second and transitions it into a piledriver!

Clement: Good lord! Pooler just got his skull planted into the mat!

Grayson: Great move by Harter! And look at this! He’s following it up by going high risk!

Harter uses the ropes to pull himself up, then he gets out onto the apron and climbs onto the top rope. Pooler lays there motionless as Harter flies through the air with a leg drop but Pooler rolls out of the way! Harter’s eyes are wide as he grabs at his lower back and gets to his feet. He turns around and Pooler comes out of nowhere with a super kick!

Grayson: Calling Dr. Teeth!

Clement: Pooler got all of it ! This has to be it!

Harter drops to the mat, laid out and Pooler drops down on top of him for the cover.

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Malcolm Drake climbs onto the apron to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Looks like the Head Crow decided to fly in. How nice of him.

Clement: What the hell is he doing here? He has no business out here!

While the ref and Pooler both argue with Drake, Harter can be seen coming to his senses. Before Pooler can even turn around, Harter nails him with a clubbing shot from behind, doubling him over. The crowd boos as Harter lifts Pooler up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as Drake hops off the apron and Harter makes the cover.

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"Superunknown" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!

Harter gets his arm raised by the ref. But Harter quickly yanks the arm away from him before putting the boots to Pooler.

Clement: That conniving little bastard and that parasite Malcolm Drake have struck again. That damn Murder!

Grayson: And yet they keep falling into their trap everytime. Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it!

And now Drake rolls into the ring and joins Harter in the stomping of Pooler. But the boos turn to cheers as Pat Gordon, Jr and Johnny Blayze run down the aisle.

Clement: And here comes the cavalry!

As soon as PGJr and Blayze get in the ring, they begin brawling with The Murder to cheers from the crowd. Both sides exchange blows with neither pair gaining the upperhand. But the cheers soon turn to boos as security and backstage personnel rush the ring and separates both sides. The crowd continues to boo as The Murder taunts both PGJr and Blayze while they're being held back....

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Pat Gordon, Jr vs. Malcolm Drake

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

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

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

Clement: Tonight the head crow of The Murder takes on a man that’s been in their sights for some time and he’ll without a doubt be looking to do finish tonight what him and Harter couldn’t back at Pride, Honor and Excellence.

Grayson: Yeah! Their plans to really put Pat Gordon Jr. on the shelf were scrapped when Bob Pooler and Johnny Blayze made the save but tonight, Drake has a chance to put Pat through whatever hell he wants to himself.

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

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

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

Clement: Pat’s found success with the UWL recently, becoming the UWL World Champion and vowing to be a fighting champion but here in FGA he’s been consumed by the bad blood between himself and The Murder and that could easily come to a head tonight.

Grayson: I don’t know. I think tonight is merely a battle, a minor skirmish in what’s a large scale war but it could very well be a big battle none the less. This is Pat’s chance to knock off the brains of The Murder. His match with Harter at PHE was a stalemate but he really has a chance to do some damage tonight. That is, if he can beat Drake. But with Harter still around somewhere, that may be a big if.

The bell rings and both men lock up. Drake quickly shoves Pat back into a corner, but Pat manages to reverse it and puts Drake against the corner. He nails a knife edge chop to Drake’s chest, then another and another. They echo through the building and get cheers from the crowd. Drake reels from them but Pat grabs him by the arm and quickly hip tosses him out into the middle of the ring. Drake gets up and turns into an arm drag from Pat. Drake gets up and Pat nails another arm drag.

Clement: Pat Gordon Jr. is a house of fire here in the opening seconds of this match!

Grayson: He’s come out swinging but he better things stay this way. The last thing he wants is Drake getting an upper hand at all….or Harter coming out here.

Drake gets to his feet and again, turns but this time Pat picks him up and nails a scoop slam before dropping an elbow across his chest. The fans are ecstatic as Pat gets to his feet. He pulls Drake up to a vertical base and sets him up for a vertical suplex. He gets Malcolm up, but Malcolm floats over behind him and drops to clip the back of Pat’s left leg. Pat goes down to a knee and Drake takes the opening to nail shot after shot to Gordon Jr.’s skull before he gets behind him and nails a crossface strike, followed by another and another. He finishes it off by paint brushing the back of Pat’s head, which gets nothing but boos and jeers from the fans and seems to set Pat off as well.

Grayson: Drake just pissed Pat off, but if I was Pat I’d be careful. That seems to be what Drake wanted to happen.

Pat gets up and charges at Drake, lifting him up and muscling him back into the nearest corner. Drake nails clubbing shots to Pat’s back and then nails an elbow to Pat’s upper back that knocks him to his hands and knees. Drake drops down and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Pat by the arm. He wastes no time in smacking Pat’s right arm against the ring post. The fans at ringside are rabid and angry as they boo and yell at Drake. Drake gives no mind to it, grabbing Pat’s arm and smacking it against the post again.

Grayson: You know what we said about Drake having the chance to end Pat himself tonight? Well, we may be seeing that right here.

Clement: May be?! Malcolm Drake is trying to demolish Pat Gordon Jr.’s arm!

Drake smacks Pat’s arm against the post again, but this time hangs onto it. He grabs Pat’s other arm and pulls on it, driving Pat against the ring post. Pat screams and kicks at the mat in obvious agony as Drake places a foot against the post for leverage. Having enough of what he’s seeing, the referee begins a ten count.

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....Drake lets up on Pat finally and rolls into the ring.

Clement: Drake eases up on Pat’s arm but the damage, I fear, has been done.

Grayson: And look at Drake! He smells blood!

Pat gets on his hands and knees, but Drake kicks him square in the right arm, knocking him over. The crowd boos and some fans even throw garbage into the ring, but Drake snickers as Pat once again gets to his hands and knees. Once more, Drake hauls off and kicks him in the arm, knocking him over. This time, Pat rolls over to the ropes and starts using them to pull himself up. But as he gets to the middle rope, Drake closes in on him. He chokes Pat against the middle rope with one hand and wraps Pat’s right arm around the rope with the other. He wrenches on the arm and continues to choke Pat, which causes the referee to start a five count.

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

Clement: This is ridiculous! Malcolm Drake is obviously trying to hurt Pat as much as possible here!

Grayson: I’m sure Pat Gordon Jr. knew what he was getting into when he signed on for this match. This is what The Murder does. This is why they’ve been fairly successful thus far and this is most importantly, why they’re so damned dangerous!

Drake lets go of Pat and backs away, his hands innocently in the air as the ref closes in to check on Pat. Pat gets to his knees, then gets to his feet slowly, but as he turns around, Drake boots him in the mid section and then nails a stunner. Gordon Jr.’s laid out on the mat as Drake makes the cover.


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Pat kicks out to cheers!

Drake quickly gets to his feet and stomps down on Pat several times before he pulls him to his feet. He grabs Pat by the right arm and looks like he’s going to launch him into the ropes but at the last second he yanks Pat back toward him and nails a clothesline on him. Pat goes down holding his arm and the crowd boos. Drake looks down at Pat with a smirk as he shakes his head. Pat gets to his hands and knees and grabs at Drake’s boots, looking to pull himself up but Drake hauls off and smacks him across the face while yelling at him “You see where being the hero gets you? Huh, Junior?” With that, he hauls off and smacks him across the face again. “Come on! Come on, Junior! Is that all you’ve got?” He goes to smack him again but this time, Pat grabs a hold of his hand and stops him. Pat gets to his feet and Drake goes to nail him with the other hand, but Pat grabs that too. He reels Drake in for a head butt, then he nails an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Clement: Gordon with a suplex and listen to these fans! They’re going crazy!

Grayson: And look at Pat! He’s got a second wind from the looks of it!

Pat gets to his feet and waits for Drake to get up before charging him and nailing a lariat. The fans roar their approval as he gets up and waits for Drake to make it up again. Drake gets to his feet and Pat charges, grabbing him by the back of the head and nailing a bulldog on him! Drake rolls over onto his back and Pat springs off of the ropes and nails a leg drop him. Drake rolls into the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. Pat charges, but Drake elevates him to the apron. Drake turns around and Pat grabs him by the arm. He rushes into the nearest corner and climbs onto the top rope, but Drake yanks him down into the ring before he can do whatever he had planned. Pat lands on his feet and quickly regains his composure, but as he turns toward Drake, he gets raked in the eyes and hit with a DDT. The crowd boos as Drake gets up, then makes his way into the same corner Pat had climbed up moments before.

Grayson: Drake’s stopped Pat’s momentum dead in it’s tracks and it looks like Malcolm has something in mind here.

Clement: Drake’s up on the top rope and………OH! He just nailed the Mors Vincit!

Sure enough, Drake nails an elbow drop right across Pat’s chest. He hooks Pat’s legs and goes for the cover.

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ThreeNOOOOOOOOOOO! Pat kicks out!

The crowd roars their approval, but Malcolm is none too happy as he gets to his feet and kicks Pat a few times before he places his boot across Pat’s throat. Drake uses the ropes for leverage as he chokes Pat. The referee wastes no time in going for a five count.

Ref: 1......................2....................3.....................4........Drake just lets up in time.

Pat rolls into the middle of the ring, coughing as he grabs at his throat. Drake sizes Pat up as the second generation star tries getting to his hands and knees. Drake finally charges at him, but Pat manages to hit a drop toe hold on him that accidentally sends Drake into the referee, knocking him down.

Clement: The ref is down and oh god…………I don’t think this is going to bode too well for Pat!

Grayson: Look at that……..I can swear Drake has a gleam in his eyes right now.

Dom Harter can be seen making his way down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh no, not this again!

Grayson: Look at Dom out here for emotional support. What a hell of a guy.

Clement: What a conning little bastard.

Grayson: TENACIOUS little bastard. Get it right, Kev.

But the boos turn to cheers as Bob Pooler spins Harter around and decks him with a right hand. Harter gets back up, but Pooler decks him with another right hand. As Harter gets back up, Pooler goes to deliver another strike. But Harter rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd. Harter then turns and walks up the aisle to retrieve something. But he's cut off by Johnny Blayze, who knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as Pooler and Blayze put the boots to Harter, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Clement: How about that! Get em Pooler! Get em Blayze!

Grayson: Put your pom poms down. Harter is gettign assaulted. He's getting doubled teamed. It's not fair!

Sitting up against the ropes, Drake looks at Pat, then looks at the downed ref, realizing what happened. He quickly rolls out of the ring and makes a bee line for the timekeeper’s chair. He folds it up and slides into the ring. He watches Pat get to his feet, then swings for the fences but Pat moves out of the way! Drake turns around and Pat catches him with a bicycle kick that sends the chair into Drake’s face. Drake drops it and staggers back but to cheers from the crowd, Pat gets behind him and locks on a crossface chickenwing and before we know it, they’re on the mat and Pat bridges it for the Pat Lock!

Clement: Drake plan backfired in his face, almost literally and now he’s in the Pat Lock!

Grayson: Listen to the fans here in Missassauga! They’re going crazy!

Drake kicks his legs, trying to get out of it but it’s to no avail. With that not working, he tries to twist and contort his body as best as he can in an effort to maybe hook one of the ropes with his feet, but again that’s to no avail. The referee slowly makes it to his feet, having recovered from being knocked down. He sees what’s going on and immediately asks Drake if he wants to give up, to which we hear Drake shout out “NO!”

Grayson: Drake’s hanging in there but Pat has that locked in and I honestly don’t see anywhere for Malcolm to go.

Clement: Listen to him! He’s refusing to give up!

Once again, the referee asks Drake if he wants to give up, to which he again shouts “NOOOOOOOO!”. Pat keeps the Pat Lock applied and once again, Drake tries kicking his way out of it or trying to find a rope but it’s to no avail. The fans start a “Pat, Pat, Pat” chant as Gordon, Jr. keeps the lock applied. Drake keeps kicking, but we can see the fight in him start to die down. The referee gets down on the mat and asks Drake again if he wants to give up, but Drake doesn’t reply. We can see his face turning a shade of purple from the pressure and with that, the referee shakes his head and calls for the bell.

"Chariots of Fire" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via ref stoppage…………….PAT GORDON, JR.!

The ref raises Pat's good arm to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Good god! He did it! Pat Gordon, Jr. just beat Malcolm Drake!

Grayson: Drake never tapped out! He never tapped out! He didn't beat anybody! He accomplished nothing! He...

Clement: Oh put a sock in it!

Pooler and Blayze head into the ring and congratulate Pat. They then carefully raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Harter can be seen checking on Drake as he rolls to the outside. Drake still appears to be mostly out of it. Harter then looks up at the three men. Enraged, he climbs up onto the apron. But as soon as the trio motions towards him, he wisely hops back down. He then kicks the barricade before taking the steps and throwing them across ringside in frustration.

[FGA Office]

In 1849, California Gold Rush era....



Treasure seekers the world over streamed to California looking for a quick fortune.

Just over 150 years later, Frontier Grappling Arts witnessed the event again.

This time, in Boston, Massachusetts. Over 20 of FGA's grappler's will meet up in the ring for one night only.

It's a shot at glory.

It's a shot at gold.

There can only be one.



Who will be the last grappler standing at....

Sunday, April 28.

[FGA Office]

Pride Championship
(c) Kevin Hardaway vs. Anton Chase

As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.

Clement: Anton Chase made his big splash here in FGA by laying out Kevin Hardaway nearly two months ago back in Woodbridge, Connecticut. Since that time, he has mocked and taunted Hardaway, laying out various clues and hints about who has been bankrolling him this entire time. But while Chase may have gotten some buzz and some cash out of this deal, he may have also gotten himself a world class beating at the hands of K-Hard.

Grayson: Hardaway is going to do no such thing. You act as if Chase is some guy off the streets. This man has been around the globe. He's won titles. He's accomplished. He knows what he's doing. He knew what he was getting himself into. And now, not only does he get the pleasure of beating Hardaway, but he also gets the Pride Championship as well.

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Clement: You've got to think that Hardaway is looking to knock Chase's head clean off his shoulders tonight. Hardaway never had a problem with Chase. Heck, he never even knew who he was. But he put himself directly in the crosshairs of Kevin Hardaway. And that is a place that you don't want to be in.

Chase: You think Chase is scared? You think he's intimidated. He knows that he can take Hardaway. And he's going to do just that here tonight.

Clement: You do have to wonder who really is behind all of this. Chase has dropped hints from FGA management to Pat Gordon, Jr to some of Hardaway's former foes over at Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER.

Grayson: Clearly he thinks Gabriel Gambino is behind it. The man flew across the Atlantic, cost Gambino his GFC World Heavyweight Championship and then spent the rest of the night in the pokey. Though I guess we'll know for sure tonight, now won't we?

Cruz: The following contest will be contested under Pride Rules. And it is for the FGA Pride Championship!

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 210 pounds..... "The Future" ANTON CHASE!

(The crowd boos as Chase smiles and throws up a finger in the air.)

Cruz: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland..... weighing in at 229 pounds.... He is the reigning..... defending.... FGA Pride Champion...... ladies and gentlemen..... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

(The crowd cheers as Hardaway holds his title in the air. Hardaway looks at the belt before handing it over to the ref. The ref then goes over and shows the belt to Chase. After Chase looks at it, the ref goes back to the center of the ring and holds it up to all four sides of the crowd. The crowd cheers. After handing the belt off to the timekeeper on the outside, he checks on both men and then calls for the bell.)

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. Chase extends his hand for a handshake. Hardaway stares down at the hand, then back up at Chase. His eyes narrow as he thinks of clocking Chase with a haymaker right then and there. But he decides not to and reluctantly shakes his hand.

Clement: Hardaway wisely shaking Chase's hand, as much as it probably repulses him.

Grayson: He knows what's good for him. He doesn't want to get docked one of those all important rope breaks.

Both men step away from each other before circling the ring. They then inch closer to each other before locking up. After jockeying for position, Hardaway uses his strength advantage to shove Chase away from him. Chase then comes right back over to him and engages in another lock up. After jockeying for position, Hardaway shoves Chase back, sending Chase stumbling into the ropes. The crowd cheers as Hardaway motions at Chase to come and get some more. Chase mutters something under his breath as he circles the ring.

Chase inches over towards Hardaway and motions for a collar and elbow tie up. But Chase ducks the lock up and applies a waistlock from behind. Hardaway reaches down and tries to pull Chase's arms from around him, but it's to no avail. He then reaches back, elbowing Chase in the face. Hardaway then follows up with a side headlock takeover. The crowd cheers. The ref asks Chase if he wants to give up. Chase responds by reversing into a leg scissors headlock. The crowd boos as Chase tries to cinch in the hold. As the ref checks of Hardaway, Hardaway escapes the hold with a kip up. The crowd cheers. As Chase tries to get back up to his feet, Hardaway reaches over and applies a side headlock. Chase then shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he knocks down Chase with a running shoulderblock. As Hardaway runs into the ropes, Chase kips up to his feet. When Hardaway comes back, Chase leap frogs over him. Hardaway then continues to run into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase goes for a hip toss. But Hardaway steps through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. The crowd cheers. Chase gets back up, but Hardaway throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Chase gets back up, but Hardaway throws him down with another arm drag and then transitions into a kneeling arm lock.

Clement: K-Hard now firmly in control after that opening sequence.

Grayson: For now. It's still early.

Chase slaps the canvas in frustration. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chase refuses to quit. Hardaway then cinches in the hold, causing Chase to seethe in pain. The ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But just like last time, Chase refuses to quit. After powering his way back up to his feet, Chase moves Hardaway into the ropes. He then shoves Hardaway off of him, sending him into the opposite set of ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase leap frogs over him. Hardaway then continues to run into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase goes for another hip toss. But Hardaway steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But Chase blocks it. He then punches Hardaway in the midsection, doubling him over. Chase then drapes his leg across the back of Hardaway's neck and performs a back flip. Once Chase lands on his feet, Hardaway knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Chase then rolls to the outside to take a breather.

Clement: What is this?

Grayson: It's called being smart. Hence why it's such a foreign concept to you. This match clearly hasn't been going his way. So why just stay in there and continue to allow yourself to get knocked around. He's doing what a smart, veteran like himself would do. He's putting a stop to the action, he's going to the outside to collect himself and he's...

Clement: ... about to get knocked down. LOOK OUT!

As Chase walks around with his hands on his hips, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When Chase turns around, Hardaway charges forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks him down with the GTFO~! The crowd cheers.

Crowd: K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD! K-HARD!

Grayson: C'mon ref, he wans't ready.

Clement: He should have never turned his back on his opponent.

Hardaway picks up Chase and rolls him back into the ring. He then slides back in, drags Chase away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Hardaway picks up Chase and delivers a headbutt, sending Chase stumbling into the corner. Hardaway heads over towards the corner and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then grabs Chase and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway charges into the corner. But Chase turns and delivers an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. While Hardaway is stunned, Chase hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, jumps off and delivers a flying headscissors takeover. The crowd boos. As Hardaway gets up, Chase runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he slides through Hardaway's legs. When Hardaway turns around, Chase gets back up to his feet. As Hardaway approaches him, Chase throws out a kick. Hardaway catches his foot, but Chase counters with an enzuigiri. The crowd boos as Chase makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Chase picks up Hardaway and nails him with three forearm strikes to the face, sending him stumbling into the corner. Chase then heads into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. The crowd boos. He then takes Hardaway and whips him into the opposite corner. Chase charges into the corner. But Hardaway returns the favor with an elbow of his own. The crowd cheers. As Chase stumbles back, Hardaway heads out of the corner and bounces off the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for the Decap Lariat. But Chase ducks. When Hardaway turns around, Chase scoops him up onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry lift and drops him down into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos.

Clement: Chase nearly drove all the air out of him with that one.

Grayson: Yup. He may have just had the wind knocked right out of him.

Chase picks up Hardaway and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then delivers a double foot stomp before turning and making the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Clement: First near fall for Chase.

Grayson: He's in control now, though.

Chase picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase runs and nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection. The crowd boos as Hardaway is sent flipping down to the canvas. While Hardaway clutches his midsection in pain, Chase circles him, taunting him to boos from the crowd. He then puts the boots to him, stomping away at the ribs. Chase then reaches down, picks up Hardaway, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Chase picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase goes for a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase delivers a swinging side slam backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Chase now targeting the ribs and back of K-Hard.

Grayson: And ever since then, you've seen this match shift right over to Chase's side. This man knows what he's doing. I told you so! Once he gathered himself, he took control of this thing and he's not about to let go.

Chase picks him up and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Hardaway stumbles back, Chase grabs from behind and delivers a half nelson lift into a backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chase turns to the ref and shouts at him to count faster.

Chase picks up Hardaway and goes for a vertical suplex. But Hardaway slips down from behind and shoves Chase into the ropes. As Chase ricochets off the ropes and stumbles back, Hardaway delivers the KTFO~! The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up on one knee, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the bakatare sliding kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Whew! That was close.

Clement: Yeah, but Chase looks like he's on dream street after those blows to the head.

Hardaway then picks up Chase and whips him into the corner. Hardaway charges into the corner and motions for a corner shining wizard. But Chase counters by dumping him over the top rope with a fireman's carry takeover. However, Hardaway lands safely on his feet on the apron to cheers from the crowd. When Chase turns around, Hardaway throws a right hand. But Chase ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. The crowd boos. He then drags Hardaway through the ropes, turns his back to him, hooks his arms, turns, lifts him up and then plants him with the Starmaker. The crowd boos as Chase has a big smile on his face. He then picks up Hardaway, lifts him up and slams him down with the Chaos Theory. The crowd boos as Chase turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chase – 1
Hardaway – 0

Grayson: One down, one to go! Take that! How do you like that?

Clement: It's not over yet.

Grayson: But had this been a normal match, it most certainly would have been. Now Hardaway has to live with that for the rest of this match. It's only a matter of time until he gets that second fall and the Pride Championship.

Chase gets up and circles the ring with his arms raised in the air. The crowd boos as the ref kneels down to check on Hardaway.

Clement: And it doesn't look like Chase is about to let up.

The bell sounds as Chase heads back over to Hardaway. He motions for the ref to move out of the way before he puts the boots to Hardaway. Chase then reaches down, picks him up and whips him into the corner. Chase charges into the corner and goes for a turnbuckle dropkick. But Hardaway moves out of the way to cheers from the crowd. After Chase pulls himself up using the ropes and turns around, Hardaway charges towards the corner and connects with a rolling koppu kick. The crowd cheers. Hardaway picks him up, brings him away from the corner, lifts him up and throws him down with the Williams Driver. The crowd cheers as the ref slides over to start the count.

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Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chase just barely got his shoulder up in time.

As Hardaway picks up Chase, Chase reaches up and rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd. The ref quickly steps in and warns Chase. But Chase pays him to mind. He then delivers a kick to the midsection, doubling Hardaway over. Chase turns around and tries to hook his arms for another Starmaker. But before he can turn Hardaway over and lift him up, Hardaway breaks free and lifts Chase up onto his shoulders with an electric chair lift. The crowd cheers as Hardaway walks around the ring with Chase held up on his shoulders. But Chase reaches down and repeatedly punches Hardaway on top of the head to boos from the crowd. The ref then charges Chase one rope break for the blatant closed fists. Chase then slips down from behind. After spinning Hardaway around, he goes for a kick to the midsection. But Hardaway catches his foot and spins Chase around. When Chase comes back, Hardaway throws out a kick of his own. But Chase catches his foot to boos from the crowd. He then wags his finger at him. Chase then spins Hardaway around. But Hardaway uses the momentum to nail Chase with a spinning back fist. The crowd cheers. While Chase is stunned, Hardaway kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up and delivers The End of Heartache. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chase – 1
Hardaway – 1

Grayson: No!

Clement: And just like that, Hardaway just tied this match up 1-1. It's anyone's match now!

The bell sounds as both men charge toward the center of the ring. Chase delivers a forearm strike. Hardaway responds with a european uppercut. Chase delivers another forearm strike. Hardaway responds with another european uppercut. Chase delivers yet another forearm strike. Hardaway responds with yet another european uppercut. Chase delivers another forearm strike... and another.... and another.... and another. While Hardaway is dazed, Chase runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Hardaway picks up Chase, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chase around, Hardaway unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the chest. He then grabs Chase and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then turns and tries to bulldog Chase out of the corner. But Chase shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chase throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as he crawls over and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chase picks up Hardaway and goes for a powerbomb. But Hardaway counters with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Hardaway picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. Hardaway then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he makes it to the top, Chase dives over and pulls down on the top rope, causing Hardaway to slip and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos.

Chase heads into the corner. After climbing the turnbuckles, he grabs Hardaway and delivers a frankensteiner. The crowd boos. Chase then picks up Hardaway, grabs him from behind and takes him down with The Chase Factor. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How did he get up!?

Clement: I don't know.

Chase picks up Hardaway and hoists him onto his shoulders. He then goes for The Bad Situation. But Hardaway slips down from behind. When Hardaway turns around, he kicks Chase in the midsection and then whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Hardaway bends over to set up a back body drop. Chase counters with a sunset flip. But Hardaway rolls through it, rolls up to his feet and blasts Chase with a buzzsaw kick to the head. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Chase and whips him into the corner. Hardaway charges into the corner and connects with a corner shining wizard. The crowd cheers. He then takes Chase by the arm, leads him from out of the corner and then turns him inside out with a short-arm Decap Lariat. The crowd cheers. Hardaway then picks Chase up, scoops him up across his shoulders and then delivers the Asylum Bomb. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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"Violence (Enough is Enough)" blasts over the PA to cheers form the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL Pride Champion, KEVIN HARDAWAY!

Hardaway gets handed championship belt. He then raises it in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hardaway's done it! He's sucessfully retained his championship!

Hardaway climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises the Pride Championship to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Chandler Scott comes from out of nowhere and low blows him, causing him to fall to the canvas.

Clement: Chandler Scott!? What's going on here!?

Grayson: What do you think!?

As Hardaway curls up on the canvas in pain, Chandler rolls to the outside. He shoves Manny Cruz out of the way, snatches up the steel chair and folds it up. After sliding back into the ring, he crouches down and waits impatiently for Hardaway to get up. As Hardaway gets up, Chandler comes up from behind and nails him in the back with the chair, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd boos. As Hardaway tries to get up oin all fours, Chandler raises the chair above his head and cracks Hardaway across the back with the chair. The crowd boos as Hardaway turns over onto his back in pain. Chandler then proceeds to repeatedly hit Hardaway over and over and over and over and over again with the chair. He then throws it down once he's satisfied.

Clement: I cannot believe this. Was it him? Was it Chandler Scott this entire time!?

Grayson: Who do you think it was!?

Chandler looks up and scans the crowd. He curls his lip as the crowd boos, voicing their displeasure with him.

Crowd: CHANDLER SUCKS! CHANDLER SUCKS! CHANDLER SUCKS!

Chandler smirks as he heads towards the ropes. As he steps through the ropes, he looks back and sees Hardaway trying to slowly pull himself up using the ropes. Annoyed, Chandler steps back into the ring and picks up the steel chair. As soon as Hardaway turns around, Chandler clocks him over the head with a steel chair, knocking him down. The crowd boos as Hardaway lays motionless on the canvas. While Hardaway is out cold, Chandler glances over and sees the Pride Championship belt. He slowly makes his way over to the belt and picks it up. After looking at it, he turns the camera and smirks as he slowly raises the belt to boos from the crowd. Chandler looks down at Hardaway before tossing the belt onto his unconscious body.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT

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FGA Championship Match
(c) A.J. Fairchild vs. Chris Q[/center]
"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. When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

Clement: Chris Q is the man with the perfect record. He's defeated the likes of Alistair Mangold, Akrista O'Hare, Leon Corella, Pat Gordon, Jr and most recently, Chandler Scott. It didn't matter the size, the style or the gender, no one has been able to beat Chris Q yet. After compiling a near four month winning streak, Chris Q now finds himself on the doorstep to greatness. Now is his chance to kick the door down and take the most prestigious prize in this company. But is tonight the night that he meets his match?

Grayson: A.J. has shown that he'll do anything to keep that title. He even turned on the fans and his best friend Ryan Kidd. There are no lengths that we won't go to keep his belt.

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

The loyal fans seated along the entrance ramp area, make the bowing down motion as A.J. strolls pass them. Nearing the end of the exit ramp, A.J. lifts a fist into the air, pumping it a couple of times before darting towards the ring apron. Hopping onto the ring apron, A.J. wipes his boots on the mat, and turns to look at all of the fans in attendance, with a small smirk on his face he grabs the ring ropes and lunges himself over and into the ring.

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

His music dying down, ad the light returning to normal, A.J. walks toward an empty corner and sits with his back propped up against the second rope, getting himself mentally prepared for his match.

Clement: Chris Q has run through everyone since stepping onto the scene in November at the One Year Anniversary Show. It was on that show that Chris Q had his very first match for FGA, a dark match against Alistair Mangold. On that same night, A.J. Fairchild won the FGA Championship. Now, nearly four months later, both of these men are in the main event fighting over the FGA Championship. A lot has changed since that time. But one thing that hasn't changed is A.J.'s grip on the FGA Championship. And if Fairchild has his way, that fact won't be changing anytime soon.

Grayson: A lot has been made in the past about A.J.'s so-called "inconsistency." But the bottom line is this. When the title is on the line, A.J. always shows up. Be it against Chandler Scott, in a Best 2 out of 3 Falls against Kidd, or even in a Triple Threat Ladder Match when he was outnumbered, A.J. comes through with a clutch performance when his belt is on the line. For 112 days, A.J. has held that belt. But that reign of his is in more danger tonight than it's ever been in.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA Championship!

(Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.)

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From Lone Oak, Texas.... weighing in at 241 pounds.... he comes in tonight with a perfect 7-0 record.... he is the self-proclaimed Big Bad of FGA, CHRIS Q!

(The crowd boos. But Q pays them no mind as he doesn't take his eyes off Fairchild.)

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Manhattan, New York.... weighing in at 190 pounds.... he is the reigning... defending.... FGA Champion.... A.......J..... FAIRCHILD!

(The crowd boos as Fairchild climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his belt in the air. After hopping down, Fairchild hands the belt over to the ref. The ref goes over and shows it to Chris Q. But again, Q doesn't even look at the belt and stays focused on A.J. After holding up the belt to all four sides of the crowd, the ref hands the belt off to the timekeeper. He then calls for the bell.)

The bell sounds as Chris Q runs over and knocks A.J. Fairchild down with a running shoulderblock.

Clement: And Chris Q is immediately on the attack.

Grayson: He was just waiting to pounce on A.J.

He then picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Q hoists him up into the air, moves out of the way and watches as Fairchild crashes against the canvas. As Fairchild tries to get up on all fours, Q runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking him over onto his back. As Fairchild turns over onto his side, Q runs back over and delivers a kick to the back. Fairchild then rolls underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. As Fairchild tries to pull himself up using the ropes, Q nails him with a shoulder thrust through the middle and top ropes. He then grabs Fairchild and goes for a vertical suplex back into the ring. But Fairchild slips down from behind and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll.

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Q kicks out, sending Fairchild into the ropes. As Q gets back up to his feet, Fairchild goes for a running clothesline. But Q ducks, sending Fairchild into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Q knocks him back down with a shoulder block. He then reaches down, picks up Fairchild and knocks him back down with a right hand to the face. Q reaches down, picks Fairchild back up and knocks him back down with another right hand to the face. He reaches back down, picks up Fairchild and nails him with a headbutt, sending Fairchild stumbling into the corner. As Q approaches, Fairchild throws out a kick to the midsection. He then delivers another kick. Fairchild then comes from out of the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. But Fairchild's momentum is stopped once Q rakes him across the eyes. He then delivers a clubbing shot to the back of the neck, knocking Fairchild down.

Clement: Chris Q continues to stay all over the champion in the early part of this match.

Grayson: He knows what's at stake. He's been waiting for this moment for nearly four months. He's been dying to get in the ring to prove that he truly is the best that FGA has to offer.

Q picks up Fairchild and delivers a hard chop to the chest, sending Fairchild stumbling into the corner. Q heads into the corner, grabs Fairchild and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Fairchild stumbles out, Q runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. He then reaches down, picks up Fairchild, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Q turns Fairchild around and delivers a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then brings Fairchild from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Q goes for a clothesline. But Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. Q gets up, but Fairchild knocks him down with a dropkick. As Q gets back up, Fairchild grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Fairchild connects with a flying knee strike, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Q slowly gets up on the outside, Fairchild runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and connects with a slingshot corkscrew splash, knocking Q down to boos and applause from the crowd.

Clement: A.J. goes to the air and knocks Chris Q down!

Grayson: This is what A.J. has to do if he wants to walk out of here with that belt. He's got to keep the action quick. He's got to take it to the air. If Chris Q gets his hands on him, he's going to pound him into the canvas.

Fairchild then picks up Q and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Fairchild waits for Q to get back up. Once Q turns around, Fairchild connects with a springboard dropkick, knocking him down. He then walks across the ring, steps through the ropes and waits on the apron for Q to get back up. When Q gets back up and turns around, Fairchild goes for a springboard flying clothesline. But Q sidesteps and swats him down. As Fairchild tries to get back up on all fours, Q runs over and delivers another punt kick to the ribs, knocking Fairchild over onto his back. While Fairchild is down, Q runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping body splash. He hooks the leg.

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Fairchild kicks out.

Q picks up Fairchild and nails him with another right hand, sending Fairchild stumbling into the ropes. Fairchild then bounces off the ropes, comes back and connects with a forearm strike to the face. Fairchild rears back and delivers another forearm strike to the face.... and another.... and another. He then takes Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he knocks Q down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Clement: Quick kickout there from Chris Q.

Grayson: Yeah, but A.J.'s got him off his feet. He needs to keep him off his feet and on the canvas.

Fairchild picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Fairchild goes for a clothesline. But Q ducks and runs into the ropes. When Q comes back, Fairchild throws him down with a japanese arm drag. Q gets back up and turns around, but Fairchild throws him back down with another japanese arm drag. As Q gets up and turns around, Fairchild runs over, hops onto his shoulders and delivers a hurricanrana. He then gets up and steps through the ropes. When Q gets up and turns around, Fairchild knocks him down with a springboard flying clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall there from Fairchild.

Grayson: A.J. is starting to build up some momentum. He's getting ready to turn the tide...

Fairchild picks up Q and whips him into the corner. Fairchild then charges into the corner and connects with a corner dropkick. After Q falls down, Fairchild turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Fairchild picks up Q, wrings his arm and then follows up with the Combo Shinigami. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chris Q gets his shoulder up. It almost seems like Chris Q won't stay down.

Grayson: This match is for the biggest prize in FGA. You're going to have to hit Chris Q with a mack truck to keep him down.

Fairchild picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Fairchild lifts him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Q is doubled over, Fairchild sets him up for the Haydouken 93. But Q counters with a back body drop. Q then bends over to catch his breath. Once he stands back up and turns around, Fairchild kips back up and then connects with the Flying Mariachi. While Q is dazed, Fairchild kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a snap DDT. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up. Fairchild then looks at the ref and claps his hands three times.

Clement: A great display of A.J.'s athleticism there. But again, he can't put Chris Q away.

Grayson: A.J. is growing frustrated, too. He can't get upset. He needs to stay focused on mounting the offense and trying to put Q away.

Fairchild brings Q into the corner, hoists him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the top rope, Fairchild hops onto his shoulders and goes for a frankensteiner. But Q counters by throwing him down with a seated powerbomb.

Clement: Chris Q just threw Fairchild down to the canvas like a ragdoll!

Grayson: I don't even know how A.J. will be able to stand after that.

As Fairchild arches his back in pain, Q slowly stands back up on the top turnbuckle. After turning around, Q flips off and connects with a moonsault. He makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Clement: How did he kick out of that?

Grayson: He doesn't want to lose that belt.

Q picks up Fairchild, scoops him up and delivers a rib breaker. He makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Fairchild, throws him down with a scoop slam and follows up with a jumping elbow drop. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Fairchild, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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

Clement: And now Chris Q is beginning to lose his temper.

Grayson: Chris Q has been aggressive with the constant covers. He wants that belt bad. He's salivating over it. He can taste it. He's so close. But A.J. keeps on fighting back.

Q picks up Fairchild and goes for an irish whip. But Fairchild reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks down Fairchild with a crossbody block. He hooks the leg.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up. Q begins to tug at his hair in frustration.

Clement: A.J. gets his shoulder up again!

Grayson: Chris Q is about to snap....

Q picks up Fairchild and whips him hard into the corner. As Fairchild stumbles out, Q grabs him and delivers a snap suplex. He then gets up, heads over to Fairchild's legs, holds him up and turns him over into a Boston Crab. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. When Fairchild refuses to quit, Q pulls back, causing Fairchild to groan in pain. The ref asks Fairchild again if he wants to give up. When Fairchild refuses to quit, Q pulls back, causing Fairchild to groan in pain. Fairchild tries to push himself up off the mat. But Q pulls back. The pain causes Fairchild's arms to collapse.

Clement: Fairchild's trapped with nowhere to go. Is this how it ends? Is this the end of Fairchild's championship reign?

Q can be heard barking at Fairchild to tap out. But Fairchild refuses to quit. Fairchild then begins to claw his way towards the side of the ring. He then pushes himself up off the mat and tries to inch closer and closer to the ropes. Fairchild reaches out.... but he's not close enough to the ropes. Q then pulls back, causing Fairchild to groan in pain. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. But Fairchild refuses to quit. He then wills himself to claw himself closer and closer to the ropes. Fairchild reaches out..... and grabs the bottom rope. The ref then gives Q until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. He then picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Q delivers a big back body drop. Fairchild can be seen arching his back in pain. Q then goes over, picks up Fairchild, turns him around and takes him down with the Cracker-Jack. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up. Q then places his hands over his face in frustration.

Clement: So close.

Grayson: I thought he had him.

Q picks up Fairchild and whips him hard into the corner. As Fairchild stumbles out, Q goes for a running forearm smash. But Fairchild ducks and quickly rolls him up from behind with a school boy.

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Chris Q kicks out.

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

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Q throws a wild haymaker. But Fairchild ducks, hops onto his shoulders and executes a victory roll.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Q grabs Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he jumps up, turns in mid air and delivers a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Fairchild kicks him in the midsection and plants him with the Haydouken 93. He makes the cover.

Grayson: It's over. It's over!

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up. Fairchild holds up three fingers at the ref.

Clement: Sooooooooo close.

Grayson: Wow.

Fairchild crouches down and waits patiently for Q to get back up. When Q gets up and turns around, Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini. But Q ducks and lifts Fairchild up onto his shoulders. The crowd gasps as Fairchild kicks his legs, trying his hardest to get out. But its to no avail as Q looks directly into the camera before planting him with The Compactor. The ref slides over to start the count.

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"The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: here is your winner.......... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!

The ref goes over and hands Chris Q the FGA Championship. Q looks at the belt before raising it high above his head. The crowd boos.

Clement: And he's done it! New champion! We've got a new champion! Chris Q has dethroned A.J. Fairchild and is the new FGA Champion!

Grayson: The Chris Q Party rocks on! He's been saying it for months. But no one wanted to believe him. Now they have no choice. Chris Q is the FGA Champion. He is the top guy. Chris Q is not just the Big Bad of FGA, but he is THE man!

Chris Q climbs onto the middle ropes, looks at his newly won championship belt and then raises it over his head to boos from the crowd. Q takes pleasure in antagonizing the crowd, motioning for them to keep it going. He just chuckles as he holds his belt in the air once again to a downpour of boos.