Elizabeth DVD Taping (3.23.13)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
Jason Richards vs. Jason Clark

The bell sounds as Clark runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Richards ducks. When Clark turns around, Richards nails him with a knife-edge chop. Clark returns the favor with a chop of his own. Richards delivers another chop. Clark comes back with a chop of his own. He then delivers another chop.... and another.... and another. He then grabs a hold of Richards and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending Clark into the ropes. When Clark comes back, Richards bends over to set up a back body drop. But Clark counters with a kick to the face, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

As Richards turns over, Clark runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, sending Richards rolling across the ring. Richards tries to get up on all fours. But again, Clark nails him with another punt kick to the ribs, sending him rolling over towards the ropes. As Richards uses the ropes to pull himself up, Clark grabs him and shoves him into the corner. He then unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Clark then takes Richards from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Clark goes for a running kitchen sink to the midsection. But Richards counters with a school boy.

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Clark kicks out.

As both men get up, Clark nails him with a karate body punch, doubling him over. He then nails Richards with a European Uppercut, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Richards bounces off the ropes, Clark nails him with a spinning back kick, doubling him over. He then connects with a sambo side kick to the side of the head, knocking Richards down. He makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Clark picks up Richards and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending Clark towards the ropes. Clark goes for a handspring back elbow. But Richards catches him in mid air and counters with a Bridging Tiger Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Clark gets his shoulder up.

Richards picks up Clark and nails him with a barrage of alternating forearm strikes. He then nails Clark is a spinning back kick of his own, doubling him over. Richards grabs him from the side and delivers a Saito Suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clark gets his shoulder up.

Richards picks up Clark, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Clark around, Richards unleashes a series of Kawada Kicks to the midsection. He then takes Clark and whips him into the opposite corner. Richards charges into the corner and connects with a running corner forearm smash. The crowd cheers. He then brings a groggy Clark from out of the corner, lifts him up and plants him with a brainbuster. The crowd cheers. Richards then points to the top turnbuckle as he heads towards the corner. The crowd cheers. Richards then steps through the ropes, climbs the turnbuckles, leaps off from the top and connects with a diving headbutt. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Clark gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Richards picks up Clark and goes for a vertical suplex. But Clark slips down from behind and shoves Richards into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Clark goes for a superkick. But Richards catches his foot, spins and knocks him down with a legsweep. The crowd cheers. As Clark gets up, Richards nails him with a stiff kick to the chest, followed by a stiff kick to the head, followed by another stiff kick to the chest, followed by another stiff kick to the head. Richards then steps back and goes for a superkick of his own. But Clark catches his foot. He then turns Richards around, grabs him from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Richards rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet, grabs Clark from behind and plants him with the J.R. Driver to cheers from the crowd. As a dazed Clark gets up on his knees, Richards nails him with the Emerald City Flash to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Winner: Jason Richards

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Elizabeth DVD Taping
Court Time Sports Center
Elizabeth, PA

The lights dim slightly when suddenly, the beginning guitar work for This is Absolution is heard followed by orange lights going off near the stage, when the song picks up into a scream, Braydon comes storming out, shouting and pumping up the crowd. He walks to the ring with a sense of purpose, interacting with the fans before sliding in and going towards the ropes, screaming with the fans as the music fades.

Braydon: I apologize for being in a pissed off mood. But I'm sick and tired of this business of The Murder. Specifically, Malcolm Drake.

(The crowd boos at the mention of Drake's name)

Braydon: Drake, you have all this God given talent. You have the ability to take this company to new heights. But instead of leading this company to a new era, you want to lead the firing squad. You don't want to build FGA into something even bigger and better. You want to destroy. Well guess what? That ain't happening!

(The crowd cheers)

Braydon: At Pride, Honor & Excellence, you lost in the finals of the Pride Championship Tournament. Two weeks ago, the ref had the stop your match because you passed out to the Pat Lock. But tonight, I am going to give you an even more humbling experience in this ring. You have injured. You have screwed people over. You have even tried to end careers. You have disrespcted these wrestlers, these fans and this company long enough. Tonight, it's all going to come back to you ten fold. Drake, consider a little Philly Love to be your Memento Mori.

(The crowd cheers)

Braydon: But Malcolm Drake isn't the only man that's pissing me off. I've got a little something to say to our new FGA Champion, Chris Q.

(The crowd boos at hearing Chris Q's name)

Braydon: Chris, much like with Drake, there's no denying your talent. The fact that you hold the belt that we all want speaks volumes. But your attitude and the way you go about things is all wrong. You have basically bullied this roster since the get go. And to be honest, I'm sick of seeing you run roughshod and have your way with everyone. I'm tired of your attitude. I'm tired of your whining. And it's about time someone puts you in your place. So Chris, consider this me putting you on notice. I want the next shot at that FGA Championship.

(The crowd cheers)

Bond: Now hold on just a second, Braydon, hold on.....

(Chris Bond makes his way down to the ring to cheers from the crowd)

Bond: Braydon, I agree with everything you're saying in regards to Chris Q. There's just one problem. It shouldn't be you who gets the next shot at him. It should be me.

(The crowd cheers. Braydon doesn't seem too pleased and crosses his arms. After making his way up the steps, Bond steps through the ropes and walks over towards Braydon)

Bond: Don't take this as disrespect. I respect the hell out of you. You go about things the right way. And two weeks ago, me and you tore the house down in Canada. We gave each other hell and I realized then and there just how tough you really are. But Braydon, for as tough as you are, I was and still am just a little bit better.

(The crowd cheers as Braydon and Bond are now in each others face)

Bond: You had a nice streak going until I ended it. If I get a shot against Chris Q, I'll do the exact same to him.

Cami: Boys, boys, boys....

(Camellia D. Magna can be seen making her way down to the ring)

Cami: You both make some really great points. But here's the thing. I don't think it should be you, Chris or even you, Braydon, who faces Chis Q.

(Camellia walks up the steps and enters through the ropes)

Cami: It should be me.

(The crowd cheers at the announcement. As if on cue, Braydon and Bond look at each other, then back at her. They can be seen mouthing “You!?” in unison)

Cami: Yes, me. Look, I don't have your size, Braydon. And I certainly don't have your legacy, Chris. But what I do have is respect. I have pride. I have integrity, something that I think our new champion lacks. I may not have ever been in the ring with Chris Q, let alone crossed paths with him in the back. But I have a bone to pick with him. Not only have I heard the stories about how he treats women, but I know how he feels about women wrestling in the same ring as men. And if anyone is going to humble him and take that championship from him, it should be me.

(The crowd cheers. But the cheers soon turn to boos when.....)

Chris Q: Everyone just shut the fuck up!

(The crowd boos as FGA Champion Chris Q steps through the curtain. He takes off his shades as he takes a look at all three grapplers in the ring.)

Chris Q: Just what in the hell is all of this? Is this the best that FGA has to offer? A has been, a never was, and some bitch with an underdog act? Give me a fucking break.

(Chris shakes his head as the crowd boos)

Chris Q: Look, I've got no problem defending this belt against all three of you. Hell, there's nothing stopping me from going down there and beating all three of you right now. But it's not going to happen tonight.

(The crowd boos. But Chris Q couldn't care less.)

Chris Q: I'm not about to pull a Fairchild and become an embarrassment to this belt. But there's no way in hell I'm just going to hand out title shots. Especially to you three.

(The crowd continues to boo.)

Chris Q: Over the past four months, I've jumped through every hoop, grabbed every brass ring and beat everyone in my path. You name 'em, I dropped 'em with The Compactor. While everyone else was sucking off Malcolm Drake and calling him “The Man to Watch in 2013,” I was driving people into the mat and racking up wins. While Fairchild was going around beating up women, I was making people my bitch in the ring. I proved that not only was I worthy of a title shot, but I was worthy of being called champion long before I even won this thing. Me beating Fairchild up in Canada just drove the point home.

(A “You Suck” chant breaks out. But again, Chris Q remains unfazed)

Chris Q: You three want a title shot? Hell, fine by me. But here's how it's going to go. On April 6 in New York City, we're going to have ourselves a Triple Threat Match. Bond vs. Jones vs. Magna. Whomever walks out with the victory wins the grand prize of getting their asses kicked by the Big Bad of FGA. Good luck.

“The Earths Rotation Around The Sun” blares throughout the arena as Chris Q raises his FGA Championship belt to boos from the crowd. Bond, Braydon and Camellia look on from the ring. All three of them seething in anger.

[FGA Office]

Santa Claus vs. Zero

"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bing Crosby (techno dance remix) hits the arena as a chill comes over the arena. A light snow begins to fall from the rafters as a sleigh enters the arena carrying the impressively huge mass of Santa Claus and his beautiful, young, hot wife Mrs. Claus, who smiles warmly at Santa as he drops the reigns and stands up in the sleigh. He looks around and smiles as he now hops down quite spryly for an "old" man. He holds up his hand and helps his wife step down from the sleigh. Santa now reaches inside his sleigh and grabs one red and one black Christmas sack made out of crushed red and black velvet material, respectively. Santa chuckles to himself as he slings the sack around himself and catching it on the side of his back around his shoulder. He now hums a merry little Christmas tune as his face tics up into a friendly, yet mischievous smile.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the North Pole. Weighing in at 500 pounds..... SANTA CLAUS!

Mrs. Claus comes to a standing position next to her husband as he now climbs into the ring. He opens the crushed red velvet Christmas sack and begins to toss red and green wrapped Christmas gifts out into the fans. They rabidly stomp, shove and trample over one another just to get one of the gifts. Santa just chuckles inside the ring. The black Christmas sack, however, remains closed and is currently resting in Santa's corner. He now pulls on the ropes and bellows out a mighty "HO...... HO...... HO!" at the top of his voice.. with the fans all chiming in right along with him. He now leans over in his corner as the big breasted Mrs. Claus whispers something to him, as they both await Santa's opponent to make his entrance.

Clement: What a treat this is going to be for everyone. The one and only Santa Claus is making his in-ring debut here in FGA.

Grayson: You've got to be kidding me, right? You know that's not the real Santa, right?

Clement: Of course it is! Didn't you seem him handing out gifts to everyone?

Grayson: I bet that beard isn't even real.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 189 pounds.... ZERO!

Grayson: First we have some overweight bum who thinks he's Santa Claus. Now we've got this joker who thinks that he's some vigilante superhero. If FGA that desperate for talent? Who is next, the Easter Bunny?

Clement: Say what you want about Zero, but he's been on the right side of the win/loss column more often than not this far in his short FGA career. And would you look at the mass on Santa? He's quite the intimdating force in there.

The bell sounds as Zero circles Santa. He then runs over and delivers a kick to the back of the thigh. Santa cringes in pain as he grabs his leg. Zero distances himself from Santa before sizing him back up. He inches over towards Santa and delivers another stiff kick to the back of the thigh.

Clement: Zero wisely trying to take Santa's legs out from under him.

Grayson: Why doesn't he just reach into his "utility belt" and use his rope?

Clement: Because that would get him disqualified, silly.

Zero quickly backs up and sizes him up. He inches closer towards Santa and throws out another kick. This time, Santa catches his foot.

Grayson: Uh oh. I guess someone is about to be punished for being on Santa's "Naughty List."

Clement: You've got that right.

He then yanks Zero over to him and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Zero gets back up, but Santa knocks him back down with a punch to the face. Zero gets back up, but Santa knocks him back down with another punch to the face. The crowd cheers. As Zero gets back up, Santa grabs him by the head with both hands and delivers a headbutt, sending Zero stumbling into the corner. Santa then heads over towards the corner. But Zero throws out a kick to the midsection. He then nails Santa with another kick to the gut... and another. Zero then delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He grabs a hold of Santa and goes for an irish whip. But Santa reverses, sending Zero into the ropes. When Zero comes back, he goes for a running shoulderblock. But he just bounces off of Santa and falls to the canvas.

Grayson: Real smooth, Zero.

Clement: The masked luchador may want to go with another strategy because brute strength is clearly not working.

Zero gets up. After sizing Santa up and down, he runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Santa doesn't budge. So Zero runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for another clothesline. But again, Santa doesn't budge. Zero then looks Santa up and down before going for a dropkick. But Santa side steps and swats him down to cheers from the crowd. As Zero tries to get up, Santa knocks him down with a clubbing shot to the back. Zero tries to get back up, but Santa knocks him down with a double ax handle smash to the back. He then picks up Zero and whips him into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Santa goes for a clothesline. But Zero ducks, quickly turns around and delivers three kicks to the back of Santa's thigh. He then runs into the ropes. When Zero comes back, he connects with a basement dropkick, knocking Santa down to one knee. He then connects with a step up enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. While Santa is dazed, Zero grabs him and plants him with a DDT. The crowd cheers as Zero struggles to push him over and makes the cover.

Clement: He's finally got Santa down! He makes the cover.

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Santa shoves Zero off of him to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a display of strenght there by Santa.

Grayson: Who knew he had time to bench press in between sldiing down chimeys around the world.

As Santa tries to get back up to his feet, Zero nails him with five right hands to the face. He then runs back into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Santa knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. As Zero gets back up, Santa picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then bounces into the ropes. When Santa comes back, he connects with a leg drop.

Clement: That's got to hurt. 500 pounds right across the chest!

The crowd cheers as Zero clutches his chest in pain. Santa then turns over and makes the cover.

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Zero gets his shoulder up.

Santa picks up Zero and places him in a front facelock. The ref asks Zero if he wants to give up. But Zero refuses to quit. He then begins to hit Santa with a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. Once Santa lets go, Zero grabs him and delivers a kneeling jawbreaker to cheers from the crowd. While Santa is dazed, Zero runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Santa counters with a powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up and runs into the ropes. When Santa comes back, he conencts with a jumping body splash. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg.

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Zero gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: I'm surprised he didn't knock all the air out of Zero with that splash.

Clement: I agree. Santa had a good 300 plus pound weight advantage over Zero. And he's using every bit of that large frame to his advantage thus far.

Grayson: Maybe Zero should reach into his utility belt and try throwing his batarng at Santa.

Santa picks up Zero and whips him into the ropes. When Zero comes back, Santa bends over to set up a back body drop. But Zero counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Santa swings his arms wildly. Once he regains his balance, he sits down on Zero with seated senton. The crowd cheers. Santa then brings Zero over and pushes him into the corner. He unleashes a flurry of punches before connecting with a running splash into the corner. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Season's Beatings!

After Zero falls out of the corner, Santa picks him up and brings him towards the center of the ring. After hooking his arms, Santa lifts him up and plants him with the Sleigh Ride to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SANTA CLAUS!

Mrs. Claus climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. After making her way over to Santa, she raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd. Santa touches his belly and lets out a "HO! HO! HO!"

Clement: Santa Claus picks up his first win in FGA has he used his weight to literally squash Zero in the ring.

Grayson: I take it Zero isn't getting that Tonka truck for Christmas, huh?

Just as Zero and Santa Claus prepare to leave the ring, they’re interrupted by John Paul Jones’ epic drumming to signal that the Court Time Sports Center is about to be blessed with greatness.

Clement: What in the world?

Grayson: I don't know that music.

As the greatness of Jimmy Page starts to play over the PA system, out walks Johnny Karma with his #1 fan Cherry Baum stood by his side, strutting onto the entranceway with a self-satisfied grin plastered over his face and a microphone in his hand.

Grayson: It's Johnny Karma.

Clement: Johnny Karma, one of FGA's recent signings coming out here to observe the aftermath of this match. But what does he want?

[Karma holds up his hand, signalling that the music should be turned off so he can speak, before removing his dark glasses and handing them to Cherry before he speaks]

Johnny Karma: People of Elizabeth, your lives just got that little bit better because you can now cast your eyes upon true greatness.

[Karma uses his free hand to brush his hair back, as he keeps his attention focused on the ring]

Johnny Karma: However, I am not here to draw attention to myself at the expense of the match you have just witnessed. What I am here to do is to ask each and every one of you to give Zero a round of applause for the performance he just gave you.

[The crowd start to applaud, with a few “Zero” chants thrown in, and even Cherry Baum applauds]

Johnny Karma: I want you to applaud Zero for the simple reason that he put in such a commendable performance, even though he cannot wrestle.

[The crowd’s applause turns to jeers]

Johnny Karma: If you think that what you have just witnessed, an exhibition of how many rotations a man can flip, is what makes for good wrestling it is clear you need me more than you know.

So I am here to offer you, the gymnast, and opportunity that can make you – or it can break you. At the next show, I am offering you the opportunity to take part in a wrestling match against yours truly in the hope that what I can teach you will make you something other than a flippy little frog.

So do you accept my offer, Zero? I’m a busy man, so my offer only stands for the next thirty seconds, so…tick-tock…tick-tock…

[Karma looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist, before looking up at Zero awaiting his response. Zero then points directly at Karma to cheers from the crowd. Karma gives a sly smile back.]

[FGA Office]

[Backstage - we see Justice Young standing near a door that leads out to the loading area of the Court Time Sports Center as if he's waiting for a particular person to walk into the building. And like clockwork, in walks Johnny Blayze with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Blayze is wearing a black sweater with a white shirt, a pair of Grey jeans, and black dress shoes. Despite it being night time, Johnny Blayze has a pair of sunglasses on and his brown hair is nicely spiked up. The bronzer on his face gives him a well-toned complexion that brings out his "fake and bake" tan.]

Justice Young: Johnny Blayze….just the man I was hoping would walk through that door. Can I get a moment of your time?

[Blayze drops his bag to the ground]

Johnny Blayze: Absolutely…but who _are_ you again?

[Justice looks at him for a moment without saying a word.]

Blayze: Sorry…still new here. Haven't quite met all the proper people and gotten the right names in place.

Justice: Oh…that's quite alright. Justice Young is the name and scoops are my game.

Blayze: Ah…gotcha.

[He places a hand on Justice Young's shoulder.]

Blayze: Well then Mister Young, what scoop can I give you?

Justice: Well I think the question a lot of people are asking around the Internet and Twitter is "why did Johnny Blayze show up at an EXODUS Pro show?".

Blayze: Why? You ask "why?" I say why not.

Justice: Aren't you taken aback by the actions of Jonathan Collins since he's appeared in FGA? I mean the attack on Tigre Oro a few weeks ago to say the least was an awful display of sportsman-like behavior.

Blayze: Oh absolutely but like I said on Twitter, I am a slave to promises of wine and women. And when someone offers you a trip out to California on a private jet with the simple caveat that you appear on their show, you'd be a fool to turn them down. Plus I relished at the chance to crawl under Dom Harter's skin on both coasts in a single weekend.

Justice: But still…you have to admit Jonathan Collins is a bit of a scumbag.

Blayze: Scumbag is such a _harsh_ word. One saved for guys like Dom Harter or Malcolm Drake or better yet… my opponent tonight, Chandler Scott. Now if you don't mind, I should get ready for my match.

[Blayze picks up his bag and places it over his shoulder again.]

Justice: Just one more question…

[But it's too late because Johnny Blayze has already walked out of frame heading towards the locker room.]

[FGA Office]

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

Chandler: For the past two weeks, everyone has wanted to know why did I do what I did. Why did I attack Kevin Hardaway? Why did I target him? I told you people that I didn't owe you any explanation. I also said that if I did offer up any motives, it would be on my time. When I was good and ready to. And right now, I feel like spilling my guts. Because what type of mastermind would I be if I didn't take you people through all the steps?

(Chandler looks around as the crowd boos.)

Chandler: Now I'm no stranger to getting booed. Not only that, but I'm used to being under appreciated. I'm used to not getting the respect that I rightfully deserve. While certain people fall in and out of the company, I was the constant. While a guy like Blaine Harrison... Ben Hanson... whatever the hell you want to call him... would rather quit after I handed him his ass and took his title to boot, I stuck with the company after that same title was stolen from me. While a guy like Blaine Harrison would rather leave this place for two companies that are now as dead as his career, I stuck with FGA and made it into the hottest company in all of professional wrestling. I was the one that brought these people in. I was the reason for the talent explosion. FGA became an attractive destination for the Bob Poolers, the Chris Bonds, the Braydon Jones, the Leon Corellas, the Dom Harters, the list is long... I made this company an attractive destination for all of them. Not Blaine. Not anyone else. Me.

Yet what did I get? Did I get any respect? Was I shown any appreciation? Did I get so much as a simple thank you? No, of course not.

(Madison wags her index finger as the crowd boos.)

Chandler: We can even go a little bit further back than that. When Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER first invaded this company in October and looked to knock Pat Gordon's head clean off his shoulders, who was the first one out there to come to his aid? To his rescue? Was it Blaine Harrison? Was it Ryan Kidd? How about A.J. Fairchild? How about that stoned slacker Mike Smith, remember him? Maybe that joke Jared James? Was it any one of your other beloved chosen ones? Of course not. It was me. I stuck my neck out on the line for this company while everyone else was sitting in the back twiddling their thumbs.

Yet what did I get? Did I get any respect? Was I shown any appreciation? Did I get so much as a simple thank you? No, of course not, because actually showing some humility and showing gratitude to the “dastardly” Chandler Scott is beneath you for some reason.

(Chandler shakes his head in shame as the crowd boos.)

Chandler: You know, I can deal with people cheering for Pat Gordon Jr over me. I can even settle with the front office making Blaine Harrison into their little poster boy. But what I will not allow is for some outsider to come in here and get a hero's welcome while I'm treated like garbage.

(A “Chandler Sucks” chant breaks out. But Chandler pays them no mind. Meanwhile, Madison tries to get them to simmer down.)

Chandler: Is it all starting to become a little bit clearer? Final Frontier 2012. Right after my match with Blaine Harrison, guess who comes waltzing out through the curtain? None other than Kevin Hardaway.

(The crowd cheers as the mention of his name. Chandler decides to roll his eyes at this reaction.)

Chandler: So Kevin Hardaway comes out and he gives you people this sob story. He pitches you the sob story about how he was screwed, how he was fired from the company that he helped build. He continued to feed you people a bunch of sentimental crap and you all ate right out of his hands. And as soon as he said that he was signing to FGA, you rejoiced. You jumped for joy. But why? Because he shook Pat Gordon, Jr's hand? Because he got fired and decided to stick it to his former company by coming here? This is the same man who just a month prior was leading an invasion into this company. This was a man who, let's be honest, is no different than The Murder. The Murder are hell bent on tearing this company down. And so was Kevin Hardaway. Yet I don't hear you people cheering for Malcolm Drake or Dom Harter. So what makes him so different? You people boo me, a man that helped build this company and carried this company when it's golden boy turned his back on it.... yet you cheer that lying bastard Kevin Hardaway?

To hell with Kevin Hardaway!

(Chandler nods his head as the crowd boos. The crowd then breaks out into another “Chandler Sucks” chant.)

Chandler: So once I saw all of that go down, I decided to put a plan into motion. And that plan was to take Kevin Hardaway out. Now I wasn't going to do it myself because let's face it, putting my hands on Kevin Hardaway is sooooooooo beneath me. And I certainly wasn't about to subject Preston Blake to the same thing. So knowing that FRONTIER and Warped recently had a joint show, I made a few phone calls and reached out to their Evolution Champion – Anton Chase.

(Chandler smirks as the crowd boos.)

Chandler: And the job was very simple. Drop Kevin Hardaway and then make him question everyone around him. Let him know that he had been hired to make Hardaway's life hell. I wanted Hardaway to be so paranoid and off his game that he didn't know who he could trust. And Chase played his part almost perfectly. He threw Pat Gordon's name out there. He thew Matt Montell's name out there. Even Gabriel Gambino's. And Hardaway, being the gullible idiot that he is, fell for that last name hook, line and sinker. So much so that he flew across the Atlantic, crashed a FRONTIER show, cost Gambino his GFC World Heavyweight Championship and then proceeded to get arrested on sight and got thrown in jail.

(Chandler grins, as if he's proud of this achievement. The crowd, meanwhile, continues to boo.)

Chandler: Now this plan didn't go off without a hitch. There were some complications along the way. Hardaway was never supposed to even sniff that Pride Championship. But as the old saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. And deep down, I knew that guys like Jake Winchester, Leon Corella, Malcolm Drake and even you, Anton, couldn't get the job done in the ring against him. So that's when I decided to unveil myself two weeks ago in Canada. And I proceeded to beat the holy hell out of Hardaway with that steel chair!

(Chandler cackles as the crowd boos. He then pretends to swing a chair. He and Madison snicker as the crowd boos.)

Chandler: It's real simple, Hardaway, it's real simple. I don't like you. I certainly don't respect you. And I want you out of this company. My Company! You are a man who invaded this company looking to destroy. Then, after you got thrown out on your ass, you come groveling back here and because you shed some tears, now all is forgiven? No, no, no. My mind is like a steel trap. I remember everything you said and did during your little FRONTIER invasion. And you're the same bastard then that you are now. This act may be fooling all of these idiots, but certainly not me.

(Chandler shakes his head while Madison wags her index finger.)

Chandler: Oh now you want to boo me? Now you want to boo? When I was speaking out against that woman beater A.J. Fairchild, you couldn't wait to cheer me. When I was going up against that vagabond who is now masquerading as the FGA Champion, you couldn't wait to cheer me. But now that I'm telling the truth about your beloved little Kevin Hardaway, you boo me. But Preston Blake tried to tell you people the truth about A.J. Fairchild. You all booed him and we all saw how that turned out. This is no different.

(The crowd boos as Madison nods her head.)

Chandler: Hardaway, you walk around with a belt that you're not even worthy of carrying. You hold that Pride Championship, but you know nothing of the word. You know nothing of pride, honor or excellence. But guess who does? This guy right here. I am the constant in this company. I am the backbone. I am the true Pride of FGA! And one way or another, I will rid this company of you. Just like I rid this company of another lying fraud once upon a time I'll beat you in the middle of the ring and send you packing, just like I did No Heart Harrison. And once you're long gone, everyone in this company will have no choice but to genuflect at my feet and praise me for what I am: the TRUE Pride of FGA!

( Chandler drops the mic as “Ride of the Valkyries” plays over the PA. The crowd boos as Chandler heads into the corner, climbs the ropes and raises his arms in the air. )

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Tyler Graves vs. Jonathan Collins

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. “Air That I Breathe“ by All That Remains suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the stage being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Tyler Graves. He roars and pumps the crowd as they cheers him on.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 20 pounds. He is “Pro Wrestling's Prodigal Son”, TYLER GRAVES!

As the red lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena still and pumps up the crowd again. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then proceeds to jump in to the ring. He then walks to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then drops down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponent.

Clement: Tyler Graves makes his debut tonight in FGA.

Grayson: And his debut match will also be his last. How about that?

Clement: Graves admitted this week that the drive isnt there anymore.

Clement: So why even bother showing up? Is he that hard up for money? Or is he just some hasbeen who, after taking a look around and seieng the talent around him, knew that he couldn't hang?

Clement: That's a little harsh, don't you think?

The lights in the building start to dim as the opening of "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons starts to play. Finally, as the lights go to complete black...

I'm waking up
to ash and dust.
I wipe my brow and sweat my rust.
I'm breathing in the chemicals...

The lights come back and start flashing in time with the music, and as the lead singer makes the sound of choking after chemicals, out walks Jonathan Collins in his gear and a long, black sleeveless hooded jacket. Walking down the aisle, he takes a few moments before slapping a couple of hands. Finally taking the steps up into the ring as the chorus is about to start.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Anaheim, California. Weighing in at 212 pounds. He is the Director of EXODUS Pro.... “The Saint of Violence”, JONATHAN COLLINS!

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Clement: Speaking of harsh, here comes the Director of EXODUS Pro, Jonathan Collins. Collins has been nothing but disrespectful to Tigre Oro over the past several months. He's even nailed Tigre with two cheap backfists to the head!

Grayson: Hey, it's not Collins' fault that Tigre wouldn't let him walk away. Collins wanted to peacefully leave the ring. Tigre put his hands on him. And you don't put your hands on another man. But regardless, Collins apologized. But apparently that wasn't good enough for people like you, Tigre and the rest of these sheep. So Collins baited him out into the ring two weeks ago, only to put him in his place. Now Tigre knows where he stands. And that's firmly below Collins' level.

As the chorus plays, Collins starts to climb the turnbuckles, flipping back his hood and saluting the crowd Using his hand to slap his hand on the turnbuckle to the beat of the song quick, he raises his hand one more time before shimmying off his jacket and hopping down, waiting for the match to start.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. Collins quickly tries to slide over and swipe Graves' legs out from under him. But Graves strafes out of the way. After Collins gets back up to his feet, he inches over towards Graves before lunging into a collar and elbow tie up. Graves quickly places him in a side headlock. But Collins shoves Graves off of him and into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins throws him down with a hip toss. Collins goes to follows up with a jumping leg drop. But Graves rolls out of the way. As Collins sits up, Graves goes to blast him with a shoot kick to the chest. But Collins leans back, ducking the kick. Once Graves turns around, Collins kips back up to his feet. But Graves meets him with a kick to the midsection. He then places Collins in a side headlock. But Collins shoves Graves off of him and into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins leap frogs over him. Graves continues to run into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins drops down to the canvas. Graves then hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins throws him down with an arm drag. Graves gets back up, but Collins throws him down with another arm drag. He then transitions into a kneeling armlock. The ref asks Graves if he wants to give up, but Graves refuses to quit.

Clement: Collins controlling the match in the early going. You've got to think that Tigre is going to be out for revenge the next time he crosses paths with Collins.

Grayson: Why? Did he not learn his lesson? Everytime he steps into the ring with Collins, he gets his lights knocked out. Why do you think he's not here tonight? I'll tell you why. It's because he's scared.

Clement: I highly doubt that.

The ref asks Graves again if he wants to give up. But Graves refuses to quit. After fighting his way back up to his feet, he shoves Collins off of him and into the ropes. When Collins comes back, Graves leap frogs over him. When Graves turns around, Collins throws him down with a side headlock takeover. The crowd boos as Collins cinches in the hold. The ref again asks Graves if he wants to give up. But Graves refuses to quit. He then reaches up with his free hand and pulls back on Collins' head. He then quickly transitions into a leg scissors headlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Collins if he wants to give up. But Collins refuses to quit. After tussling around, Collins is able to free himself with a kip up. As Graves scrambles to get back up to his feet, Graves places him in a side headlock. But before he can cinch in the hold, Graves slips out and reverses into a hammerlock from behind. Collins tries to free himself, but its to no avail. Graves then jerks the arm, inflicting more pain on the arm. He then quickly spins Collins around and knocks him down with a short range lariat. The crowd cheers as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Collins kicks out.

Clement: Tigre Oro will get his chance to get his hands on Jonathan Collins at Only The Strong Survive.

Grayson: If I were him, I'd call up management and beg for them to call the match off. Collins is a veteran in that ring. Tigre is still wet behind the ears. He's too stubborn to admit that he'd be outclassed in the ring against Collins.

Graves picks up Collins and delivers an arm wrench. Collins can be seen seething in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Collins wags his finger at him. He then quickly reaches over and counters into an arm wrench of his own. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Graves rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters into another arm wrench. The ref asks Collins if he wants to give up. But Collins refuses to quit. Graves then yanks Collins over to him and applies another side headlock. But Collins shoves Graves off of him and into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Graves leap frogs over him and runs into the ropes. When Collins turns around, Graves knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Collins gets back up, but Graves knocks him down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Collins gets up, Graves goes for a third dropkick. But Collins side steps and swats him down. As Graves gets up, Collins runs over and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Graves gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Quick near fall there by Collins. You've got to wonder, is he underestimating Graves out there?

Grayson: I doubt that. Sure, Graves won't be here after tonight. But he's not about to let his first match an FGA ring end in a los. He's got too much pride for that.

Collins picks up Graves, lifts him up from behind and delivers an atomic drop followed by an inverted DDT. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Graves kicks out.

Collins picks up Graves and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Graves and goes for an irish whip. But Graves reverses, sending Collins into the opposite corner. Graves charges into the corner. But Collins nails him with an elbow to the face. As Graves stumbles back, Collins hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and takes him down with a Blockbuster. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Graves gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another close call there for Graves.

Collins picks up Graves, turns him around and then brings him down with a neckbreaker. He then picks up Graves and brings him into the corner. After hoisting himself up onto the middle ropes, Collins grabs Graves and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Graves shoves Collins off in mid turn. As Collins lands on his feet, Graves charges from out of the corner and goes for a running lariat, but Collins ducks. He then runs into the ropes and goes for a handspring back elbow. But Graves connects with the Sudden Impact in mid air, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He turns Collins over and makes the cover.

Clement: What a counter by Graves! This could be it!

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Collins gets his shoulder up.

Graves picks up Collins and whips him into the ropes. When Collins comes back, Graves grabs him, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. He then crouches down as he waits for Collins to get up. As Collins begins to pull himself up on the outside, Graves stands up and runs into the ropes. When Graves comes back, he charges forward and goes for a Fosbury Flop. But Collins moves out of the way, causing Graves to crash stomach-first onto the floor. The crowd boos.

Clement: And nobody's home as Graves lands hard on the floor.

Grayson: I bet that's going to leave a mark.

As Graves slowly gets up on his knees, Collins runs over and blasts him with the Parallax Shock. The crowd boos. He then picks up Graves, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Graves gets his foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Collins picks up Graves and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Graves stumbles back, Collins places him in a full nelson and transitions into a release Tiger Suplex. The crowd boos as he crawls over and makes the cover.

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Graves gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How did he get up?

Clement: I don't no. Collins suplexed him right onto the base of his neck.

Collins picks up Graves, hooks his arms from behind and lifts him up for a Dragon Suplex. But Graves counters into a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers.

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Collins gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Only two!

Graves picks up Collins and whips him into the ropes. When Collins comes back, Graves throws him down with a snap scoop powerslam. He then runs across the ring, hops onto the middle rope and connects with a Lionsault to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Collins gets his shoulders up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And again, Collins gets the shoulder up!

Grayson: C'mon, Saint.

Graves picks up Collins and nails him with a spinning back kick, doubling him over. He then delivers a roundhouse kick, knocking Collins down to one knee. After sizing him up, Graves unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the chest before connecting with a jumping enzuigiri. The crowd cheers. Graves picks up Collins and whips him into the corner. Graves charges into the corner and connects with a corner high knee. He then follows up with a running bulldog from out of the corner to cheers from the crowd. Graves then heads across the ring, steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he raises his arms in the air before leaping up for a Swanton Bomb. But Collins rolls out of the way, causing Graves to crash back-first onto the canvas. The crowd boos.

Clement: And Graves misses again with another high risk move!

Grayson: He just doesn't learn, does he?

Collins gets up, picks up Graves and whips him into the ropes. When Graves comes back, Collins hoists him up, turns and throws him down with the End of Silence. He then gets up and sizes up Graves, waiting impatiently for him to get up. Once Graves slowly gets up and turns around, Collins blasts him with the ZERO Hour to boos from the crowd. Collins makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Radioactive” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JONATHAN COLLINS!

The ref raises Collins' arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Jonathan Collins backed up some of his talk tonight as he gains his first win in FGA.

Grayson: You sound shocked. But you shouldn't be. If you know that man's history, you'd know that he's going to be someone to keep our eyes on in the coming months. In the meantime, Tigre Oro better prepare to get outclassed at Only The Strong Survive.

[FGA Office]

Someplace within the hallways of the Court Time Sports Center was a rotund man standing and leaning his back against the wall. Unbeknownst to the audience, the figure was Wayne Carruthers -- the latest signed talent on the promotion's roster. And with a hand rubbing against the hairs dropping down from his chin, Carruthers' facial expression was that of a deep thought laced with a bit of confusion. He mumbled and grumbled, though his words were not auditory in its clearest form. Then suddenly, the chubby guy shot his focus across from himself, eyes widened and his mouth opened to take a quick yet deep breath.

Wayne Carruthers: Hi my name is Wayne! [Pauses] Meh... [Repositions himself] Hey I'm Wayne Carruthers!

Though his arms were beside him when speaking, Wayne's hand returned to his chin. Obviously, Wayne was reciting his introduction. To whom? Apparently himself.

Wayne Carruthers: I'm the newest member of FGA! [Pauses] Damn that sounds a little corny...

As Carruthers lowered his voice into whispers, background noise was apparent as several unknown figures began to walk past Wayne. Looking up, he decides to stop a guy, approaching the male as if he was in a hurry to be in search of someone.

Wayne Carruthers: Excuse me, do you know a guy by the name of Mike Rotch? I'm in bit of a heated pickle at the moment and I heard Mike Rotch might be able to solve the problem. You know where I can find the fella?

The stranger, flustered by Wayne's anxiousness, quickly scatters away and leaves Carruthers alone once again.

Wayne Carruthers: Damn it! Does anyone know how I can get a hold of Mike Rotch?! It's really important!

Several snickering laughs are heard from the background while Carruthers is left standing in the middle of the corridor with a somber and sad expression on his face as the scene fades into black...

[FGA Office]

Chandler Scott vs. Johnny Blayze

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Madison Stewart. From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds.... CHANDLER SCOTT!

After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: Chandler Scott revealed why he did what he did to Kevin Hardaway not only two weeks ago, but why he hired Anton Chase as well.

Grayson: He sounded pretty justified to me.

Clement: He sounded jealous. But what more do you expect from Chandler when he's not the center of attention? He acts like a spoiled brat when everyone isn't fawning over him.

Grayson: That's because they should be.

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.... “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: Johnny Blayze has a tough task tonight against Chandler Scott. But in the back of his mind, he has to be wondering about The Murder.

Grayson: As he should be. Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter have showed that they can and will strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. He may think he has his buddies Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler on his side. But The Murder will do whatever they have to do to isolate those three and pick them off one by one. Leaving Pat Gordon, Jr for last, of course.

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before leaping up on to the turnbuckles in the nearby corner, raising his fists in the air once more. He then jumps off and does a few groin thrusts in time with the music before it fades and he is introduced to the crowd.

The bell sounds as both men lock up. Chandler quickly uses his strength advantage to shove Blayze away from him. He then poses to boos from the crowd. But Blayze decides to open up him and pose him, resulting in cheers from the women in the crowd. Chandler then turns and kicks the bottom rope in frustration.

Clement: How about that? Blayze is giving Chandler a taste of his own medicine.

Grayson: What a showoff!

Clement: Showoff? What about Chandler? What would you call him?

Grayson: The greatest FGA Champion ever.

Once he regains his composure, he circles the ring. The two then heads toward the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Chandler quickly shoves Blayze down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Chandler drops down and does a set of pushups. A quick shot of Madison shows her applauding. Chandler stops showboating as he pushes himself back up to his feet.

Clement: You know, the last two times Chandler showboated like this, he got beat by both Ben Hanson and Chris Q. You would think he would have learned his lesson by now.

He then circles the ring. Both men head towards the center of the ring and lock up. Chandler quickly uses his strength advantage to move Blayze into the corner. The ref then heads over to give both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE..... TWO..... THREE.... FOUR....

Both men appear to make a slow, clean break. But as Blayze's arms are in the air, Chandler takes a cheap shot and slaps him across the face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think Blayze may have just had some sense slapped into him!

He quickly scurries back towards the center of the ring and eggs Blayze on. Blayze begins to seethe in anger as he holds the side of his face. He then storms out of the corner and locks back up with Chandler. After jockeying for position, it's Blayze who moves Chandler into the corner. But Chandler quickly changes position, pressing Blayze up against the corner. The ref again gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR....

Both men make a clean break. But while Chandler's arms are in the air, Blayze shoves him back to cheers from the crowd. Chandler, clearly offended, decides to lunge at Blayze. But Blayze ducks. When Chandler turns around in the corner, Blayze slaps the taste out of his mouth to cheers from the crowd. He then delivers a series of knife-edge chops. After bringing Chandler from out of the corner, Blayze goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Blayze into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chandler goes for a knife-edge chop. But Blayze ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chandler goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Blayze counters with a spinning headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Blayze runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Chandler gets knocked to the outside. You've got to think that Kevin Hardaway is enjoying this.

Grayson: I highly doubt Chandler cares what Hardaway thinks.

While Chandler is on the outside, he decides to take a breather and walk around the ring. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Blayze nails an unsuspecting Chandler with a baseball slide, knocking him down. Blayze then taunts Chandler, telling him to get up. As Chandler pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Blayze goes for a vaulting body press to the outside. But Chandler catches Blayze in mid air.

Clement: Oh no. This doesn't look good for Blayze....

After shifting Blayze across his shoulder, Chandler runs towards the ring post. But Blayze slips down and shoves Chandler forward, causing Chandler's face to smack against the ring post. The crowd cheers as Chandler stumbles around before falling to his knees. Blayze then rounds the corner and delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back. He then picks up Chandler and rolls him back into the ring. Blayze then climbs up onto the apron. As Chandler gets up and turns around, Blayze knocks him down with a slingshot clothesline. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Blayze picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blayze nails him with a back elbow, knocking him down. He makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Blayze picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blayze knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: And another nearfall for Johnny Blayze. Chandler isn't looking so hot out there right now.

Grayson: This match is far from over. So just relax.

Blayze picks up Chandler and goes for a vertical suplex, but Chandler blocks it. Blayze then tightens his grip and goes for another vertical. But again, Chandler blocks it. Chandler then lifts Blayze up, walks over towards the ropes and throws Blayze down with a front suplex across the top rope. The crowd boos as Blayze hangs across the top rope. Chandler then steps back before running forward and delivering a high knee lift, knocking Blayze off the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos.

Clement: And Blayze is sent tumbling to the floor after that knee lift to the face.

Chandler drops and rolls to the outside. He then picks up Blayze and throws him down with a scoop slam. He reaches down, picks up Blayze and throws him down with another scoop slam. Chandler then picks up Blayze, wraps his arms around his waist and rams him back-first against the side of the ring. While Blayze cringes in pain, Chandler brings him away from the ring and throws him down with another scoop slam. The crowd boos as Blayze arches his back in pain. Chandler then rolls back into the ring and tells the ref to count him out. The ref reluctantly does so.

Ref: ONE..... TWO..... THREE.....

Grayson: Blayze looking a little worse for wear right now.

Clement: Can he get back into the ring to beat the count?

Ref: FOUR..... FIVE..... SIX.... SEVEN....

As Blayze slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, Chandler goes to deliver a shoulder thrust through the ropes. But Blayze sees it coming and counters with a knee strike to the head. The crowd cheers. While Chandler is doubled over, Blayze goes for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Chandler swings his arms wildly. Once he regains his balance, he reaches down, grabs Blayze by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. After tosses Blayze into the corner, Chandler charges at him. But Blayze nails him with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Chandler stumbles back, Blayze heads from out of the corner, bounces against the ropes and goes for a cross body block. But Chandler catches him in mid air and counters with a rib breaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chandler scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Blayze and delivers a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. He then lifts up Blayze and holds him in the air. After about a span of ten seconds, Chandler falls back and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd boos as Blayze sits up holding his back in pain. While Blayze is still in the seated position, Chandler comes up from behind and delivers a rolling neck snap. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Clement: And Blayze continues to hang in there as he gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: He needs to hang it up.

Chandler picks up Blayze, hoists him up and applies a bearhug. The ref asks Blayze if he wants to give up. Once Blayze refuses to quit, Chandler squeezes tighter, causing Blayze to groan in pain. The ref asks Blayze again if he wants to give up. Once Blayze refuses to quit, Chandler squeezes even tighter. Blayze can be seen cringing in pain. While Blayze is trapped, the crowd tries to rally behind him.

Crowd: JOHNNY BLAYZE! JOHNNY BLAYZE! JOHNNY BLAYZE! JOHNNY BLAYZE!

Blayze begins to feed off the energy of the crowd. He can be seen pumping his fists in rhythm with the chants. He then reaches his arms back, only to nail Chandler with an bell clap to the ears that breaks the hold. The crowd cheers. While Chandler holds his ears in pain, Blayze runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Drop. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it!

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Blayze gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chandler picks up Blayze, brings him into the corner and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle turnbuckle, Chandler grabs Blayze and goes for a superplex. But Blayze blocks it. Blayze then punches Chandler in the ribs until Chandler lets go. Blayze then takes Chandler and nails him with a forearm strike to the face, sending him falling back-first to the canvas. The crowd cheers. Blayze then slowly stands up on the top turnbuckle. Once Chandler gets up and turns around, Blayze connects with a flying cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Blayze connects with the diving cross body! That could be it!

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Blayze picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blayze kicks him in the midsection and takes him down with a sitdown faceslam. The crowd cheers. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Blayze picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Blayze bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chandler counters by lifting Blayze up for a powerbomb. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers once Blayze counters with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Blayze grabs him and whips him into the corner. Blayze runs into the corner, hops onto Chandler and monkey flips him from out of the corner. The crowd cheers. Once Chandler gets up and turns around, Blayze runs from out of the corner and goes for a leg lariat. But Chandler catches him in mid air and counters with the Valediction. The crowd boos.

Clement: What a counter by Chandler Scott.

Grayson: You can count to three or 300. It's over......

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“Ride of the Valkyries” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Chandler yells at the ref to raise his hand. The ref reluctantly raises Chandler's arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler Scott gets his first win of 2013 with this victory over Johnny Blayze. But it was not easy by any means. And now he's got a very pissed off Kevin Hardaway breathing down his neck.

Grayson: Do you honestly think that Chandler is sweating Hardaway? Hardaway is nothing to him. And when their paths cross in the ring, Chandler will handle him just like he's handled everyone else.

As Johnny Blayze pulls himself up using the ropes, The Murder can be seen climbing over the barricade.

Clement: What in the world? That's Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter! What are they doing out here!?

Grayson: I don't know. But I doubt they're out here to tell Blayze "better luck next time."

The Murder slide into the ring, run up behind Blayze and jump him from behind. After bringing Blayze down to mat, the duo stomp the hell out of him to boos from the crowd. As Drake heads out onto the apron, Harter picks up Blayze. He then hoists him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos. After Drake climbs up to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off and connects with Mors Vincit to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as The Murder then leave the ring just as quickly as they entered. They then climb back over the barricade and make their way into the crowd as referees and backstage personnel check on Blayze.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Sunday, April 28.

[FGA Office]

[Backstage - we find Johnny Blayze sitting in a chair being attended to by the medical team. A mixture of sweat and blood drips off of his head; all results from the heinous attack by The Murder moments ago. Blayze spots a production assistant walking by and jumps out of the chair to get right in his face.]

Blayze: WHERE’S GORDON AND POOLER?!?!?

PA: Excuse me?

Blayze: You heard me...where are Pat Gordon Junior and Bob Pooler. Don’t play dumb with me, kid. Have you seen them or not?

PA: Um...I think I saw Pat Gordon Junior down that way.

[The PA points off-frame. Blayze stomps off in that direction, leaving the PA and medical team behind. Still not completely stitched up, he’s leaving a trail of blood droplets in his wake.]

Blayze: GORDON! Where the hell are ya?

[He continues to walk down the hallway and out from around a corner steps Pat Gordon Junior himself. He’s wearing the same street clothes we saw him in earlier.]

PGJR: Hey Johnny, I was just looking for you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I just checked in on Pooler. He’s getting ready for his match or he’d be here, too.

Blayze: *sarcastically* Oh that’s just great. You wanna know what’s up.

[He jabs a finger in Gordon’s chest]

Blayze: But shouldn’t it be *I* asking *YOU* what’s up?

PGJR: What do you mean?

[Blayze throws his hands in the air]

Blayze: Enough with the questions, man. All I want to hear out of your mouth right about now is some damn answers.

[And two fingers in the air from Blayze...right in the face of PG Junior]

Blayze: Twice now... I’ve been there for you and Pooler when The Murder was around. Twice I helped save your butts. Yet tonight, that didn’t mean SHIT to either of you guys when it was MY back up against the wall.

[Blayze grows enraged as seconds go by]

Blayze: I mean for <bleep> sake, I know all about how you made sure to watch Ryan Kidd’s back a few months ago when he was facing Preston Blake. So I have to wonder -- am *I* not as good of a friend as Ryan Kidd? Did it ever dawn on you that Preston would possibly show up tonight while I was tangling with Chandler Scott?

PGJR: Blay -

[Gordon, sensing Blayze is a bit irrational, starts to speak but is cut off by Blayze]

Blayze: I mean...come on dude...I thought the three of us were supposed to be a team; watching the others back no matter what the situation. So I gotta know what was so GODDAMN important that it took you and Pooler FOREVER to get down to the ring and help your fallen teammate?

PGJR: Listen, Johnny. I’ve got your back. Sorry if I’m a little slow making it down the aisle sometimes. Lord knows the Murder hasn’t let me forget about being too slow to save Alistair Mangold and Akrista O’Haire. Do you know how much sleep I’ve lost over what happened to them?

Blayze: To be honest with ya, Pat....I really don’t want to hear anything about Mangold or O’Haire right about now. They left this company rather than get back up and fight against the likes of Harter and Drake. That’s not me....I don’t run from a fight. If we’re going to rid this company of The Murder, then we need to stop dwelling on the past and worry about the future...namely making sure blatant attacks like tonight don’t become a regular occurrence.

PGJR: That’s the spirit, Johnny! Next time, we’ll be ready for them. We’re a team, Johnny. A team!

[Gordon puts his arm around Blayze but the gesture is shrugged off.]

Blayze: I don’t know man...that’s all well and good but right now, I think I need some time to myself. Maybe I’ll catch up with you after the show. Maybe not.

[Blayze walks off leaving Pat Gordon Junior a little perturbed as we cut back to ringside.]

[FGA Office]

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

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

Clement: Braydon Jones had some strong words at the start of tonight's show, going as far as to say that he feels that he should be the next in line for a FGA Championship Match.

Grayson: Yeah, and I want a million dollars. But I'm not getting that, just like Braydon Jones isn't getting an FGA Championship Match. Don't get me wrong, Braydon isn't that bad. But he's trying to go from the shallow end of the pool all the way to the deep end. In my opinion, he's not ready for the likes of Chris Q. If he couldn't even get past Chris Bond, what makes him think that he can take the champ.

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: And his opponent, representing The Murder. 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: Malcolm Drake, despite his victories outside of the ring, has been on a losing streak inside of it for the past several shows. He's arguably at the most vulnerable that he's ever been.

Grayson: So what? All wrestlers go into slumps. Malcolm Drake is currently in one. But he'll get out of that funk tonight against Braydon Jones. But as far as him being vulnerable, he's anything but. Have you not seen the carnage that both him and Dom Harter have caused?

The bell sounds as Braydon motions for Drake to come over to him. But Drake is in no hurry to do such a thing. So Braydon storms over towards Drake. But Drake quickly strafes out of the way. Once Braydon zeros in on Drake, he begins to inch his way over towards him. He then lunges over at Drake. But Drake ducks out of the way to boos from the crowd. Braydon then turns around and continues to stalk Drake around the ring.

Clement: It doesn't look like Malcolm Drake is any hurry to engage with Braydon Jones.

Grayson: And why should he? Much like Zero earlier on, Malcolm is at a large size disadvantage.

Drake continues to back up until he accidentally backs himself up into the corner. He then goes to his left, but Braydon blocks his path. He then goes to his right. But again, Braydon blocks his path. Braydon then lunges at Drake. But again, Drake moves out of the way. When Braydon turns around, Drake lights him up with a flurry of right hands to the face to boos from the crowd. He then nails Braydon with a knee strike to the midsection. After placing Braydon in a side headlock, Drake rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending Braydon stumbling into the corner. Drake then comes up from behind and delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back. He then turns Braydon around and tries to whip him into the opposite corner. But Braydon won't budge. So Drake tries to irish whip him for a second time. But again, Braydon won't budge. He then smacks Drake's arm off of him, grabs him by the throat and tosses him into the corner to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Drake looked like he was about to mount him offense. But now he's right where he doesn't need to be. And that's trapped in the corner with Braydon Jones right in front of him.

Braydon delivers five repeated clotheslines to the chest to cheers from the crowd. He then sizes up Drake before delivers a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts, followed by a series of knee strikes. He then takes Drake moves him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. But Drake quickly grabs onto the ropes, drops and rolls to the outside. The crowd boos.

Clement: And now Drake is running to the outside like a coward.

Grayson: Why in the world should he just stand there and let Braydon continue to hit him?

Not wanting Drake to rest up, Braydon storms over to the ropes, steps through them and hops down to the outside. He proceeds to chase Drake around the ring to cheers from the crowd. Drake then rolls back into the ring. As soon as Braydon slides in, Drake nails him with a punt kick to the head. The crowd boos.

Clement: See? No cowardice on Drake's part. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Drake puts the boos to Braydon, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd. He then delivers repeated knee drops to the back of the neck. Drake then turns Braydon over and makes the cover.

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Braydon gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Drake makes the cover again; this time, hooking the leg.

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Braydon gets his shoulder up. Drake responds by choking Braydon with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref quickly goes over and gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR...

Drake lets go. He picks up Braydon, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Braydon around, he nails him with three hard elbow strikes to the jaw. He then nails Braydon with a series of punches to the face. Each punch sends Braydon slumping down into the corner. While Braydon is down, Drake chokes him with his foot while he pulls down on the top rope for leverage. Again, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR....

Drake breaks the hold.... only to reach down and choke Braydon with his hand to boos from the crowd.

Ref: ONE..... TWO..... THREE..... FOUR....

Drake reluctantly lets go. He takes a step back, only to end up facewashing Braydon with his boot. He then runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Drake comes back, he charges forward and delivers a running facewash to boos from the crowd. He then drags Braydon away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Braydon kicks out.

Clement: After a rough start, Malcolm Drake has turned this match around in his favor.

Grayson: You act as if you're surprised. Did you forget why they call him The Godkiller? Don't you remember what he did to Alistair Mangold, another wrestler that was physically stronger yet mentally inferior to him?

Drake sits him up and fish hooks his mouth. The crowd boos as Drake tries to rip his mouth apart. Braydon can be seen kicking his legs as he groans in pain. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE..... TWO..... THREE...... FOUR.....

Drake lets go. He picks up Braydon, only to gouge him in the eyes. Braydon stumbles into the ropes as he covers his eyes in pain. While Braydon's back is turned to him, Drake approaches from behind and delivers a back rake. After turning Braydon around and delivering a slap across the face, Drake takes Braydon and whips him into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, Drake delivers a lariat. But Braydon only stumbles back. So Drake runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a yakuza kick. But again, Braydon only stumbles back. So Drake heads back into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a roaring elbow. But Braydon counters with a knee strike to the midsection, followed by the Bully Driver. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: I thought it was over there.

Grayson: No, but it was close.

Braydon picks up Drake, brings him over near the ropes and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Braydon picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Braydon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake counters with a high knee lift, followed by an Ace Crusher. The crowd boos as he turns Braydon over and makes the cover.

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Braydon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Drake picks up Braydon and whips him into the corner. Drake runs into the corner and goes for another yakuza kick. But this time, Braydon catches his foot and shoves him down. As Drake rolls up to his feet, Braydon comes from out of the corner and turns him inside out with a lariat. The crowd cheers. He then runs into the ropes. When Braydon comes back, he jumps up and connects with a running senton. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Drake, lifts him up and drops him with Philly Love. The crowd cheers as Braydon goes for the cover.

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“This is Absolution” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, BRAYDON JONES!

Braydon raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. He then points directly at the hard camera and makes a belt motion around his waist.

Clement: Malcolm Drake's losing streak continues as Braydon Jones picks up an impressive victory.

Grayson: He lost to Chris Bond last time out. But beating the Head Crow of The Murder isn't a bad way to bounce back.

Clement: And you can see Braydon sending a strong message to not only Chris Q, but to Chris Bond and Camellia D. Magna as well. "The Bully" has his sights set on the FGA Championship. And he'll go through all three of them to get it.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Kevin Hardaway vs. Bob Pooler

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts by way of Montreal, Quebec, Canada. 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: Bob Pooler had to sit and watch as The Murder struck and took apart a helpless Johnny Blayze earlier tonight. But before him and Pat could even do anything, The Murder flew away just as quickly as they swooped in.

Grayson: He did? He HAD to watch? Or maybe he just didn't feel like wasting his time helping Johnny Blayze. Maybe him and Pat Gordon Jr felt like getting rid of the dead weight and battling The Murder themselves.

Clement: You're way off base.

Grayson: Am I?

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at 229 pounds. He is the reigning Pride Champion..... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

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

Clement: The current Pride Champion has known that he's been a marked man for several months now. But he never knew who was behind it. That was until two week ago when Chandler Scott viciously attacked him with a steel chair. And after hearing Chandler's explanation, it's clear to me that he's nothing but jealous of Hardaway. He's jealous of the respect that he gets from the wrestlers. He's jealous of the cheers that he gets from the crowd.

Grayson: You make it sound like Chandler is some spoiled child who is throwing a tantrum because he's not getting the attention that he wants.

Clement: Because that's exactly what he is!

Grayson: No, Chandler is trying to fight for what's right.

Clement: I don't know what warped reality that Chandler is living in. But to everyone else, Chandler is nothing but a self serving hypocrite who wants to be the center of attention.

Grayson: The man is a hero and should be treated as such.

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They then lock up. Pooler quickly places Hardaway in a side headlock. But Hardaway shoves Pooler off of him and into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, he knocks Hardaway down with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Hardaway gets back up to his feet. When Pooler comes back, Hardaway leap frogs over him. Pooler continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Hardaway goes for a hip toss. But Pooler steps through it and counters with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Hardaway gets back up, but Pooler throws him down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Hardaway gets back up, Pooler goes for a dropkick. But Hardaway moves out of the way and swats him down. As Pooler gets back up, Hardaway throws him down with an arm drag of his own. The crowd cheers. Pooler gets up, but Hardaway throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Pooler gets back up, Hardaway grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Pooler takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Pooler picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Pooler takes him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Hardaway gets back up, Pooler charges at him. But Hardaway ducks and dumps Pooler over the top rope with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers. But Pooler is able to land safely on his feet on the apron. When Hardaway turns around, Pooler connects with a springboard cross body block. The crowd cheers.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall there for Bob Pooler. While you know he's focused on getting a non-title win over Hardaway, you've got to know that in the back of the mind, he's thinking about The Murder.

Grayson: Of course. Especially after what they did to Johnny Blayze earlier tonight. I'm sure the two of them and Pat Gordon Jr are on high alert.

Pooler takes Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Hardaway goes for a clothesline. Pooler ducks the clothesline, floats across his back and tries to bring him down with a crucifix. But Hardaway counters with a Samoan Drop. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Nice counter there by Kevin Hardaway. Speaking of being preoccupied, you know that Hardaway just has to be dying to get his hands around the neck of Chandler Scott.

Grayson: For what, telling the truth? For exposing him for what he is? I don't blame Chandler Scott for anything that he's done. And if you and the rest of these people had any common sense, you would be cheering this man instead of vilifying him.

As Pooler sits up in pain, Hardaway nails him with repeated stiff kicks to the back. The thud from each kick can be heard throughout the building. Hardaway then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Pooler with a Bakatare Sliding Kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Hardaway picks up Pooler and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the chest. Each kicks sends Pooler slumping down in the corner. He then picks up Pooler and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway charges into the corner. But he ends up eating a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Hardaway stumbles back, Pooler runs from out of the corner, leaps up and takes him down with Equilibrium. The crowd cheers as he turns Hardaway over and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Pooler with another nearfall. Thus far, there's thankfully been no sign of The Murder.

Grayson: But that doesn't mean that they're not lurking. No one ever sees them coming until it's too late.

Pooler takes Hardaway and whips him into the corner. Pooler then charges into the corner. But he ends up eating an elbow to the face. As Pooler stumbles back, Hardaway hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and knocks him down with a diving European Uppercut. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Pooler just getting his shoulder up in the nick of time there.

Hardaway picks up Pooler, grabs him by the wrist and goes for the Decap Lariat. But Pooler ducks. He quickly grabs Hardaway from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But Hardaway backflips out of it, landing safely on his feet. When Pooler turns around, he turns right into a spinning backfist from Hardaway.. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Pooler, lifts him up and throws him down with the Williams Driver to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Williams Driver! He may have it here.

Grayson: But he's not going for the cover.

Hardaway gets up, steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Hardaway leaps off and goes for a diving double foot stomp. But Pooler rolls out of the way. After Hardaway lands on his feet on the canvas, his momentum sends him rolling forward. Once Hardaway gets up and turns around, Pooler runs over and knocks him down with the High Velocity Hug. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

Clement: What a spear by Pooler!

Grayson: Hardaway looks like he just had the wind knocked out of him!

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

After picking up Hardaway and throws him down with a scoop slam, Pooler points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. So Pooler smiles as he heads out onto the apron. He begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he has one foot on the top turnbuckle, Hardaway runs up the turnbuckle, grabs Pooler and throws him down with a flying arm drag off the top. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And now both men are down after that arm drag off the top!

Grayson: Does Hardaway have anything left to make the cover?

The crowd cheers. Half of the crowd chants for Pooler while the other rallies behind Hardaway. But the cheers soon turn to boos once Chandler Scott makes his way down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh what the hell does he want?

Grayson: To see Hardaway lose up close and personal, probably.

Hardaway is the first to get up to his feet. He waits patiently for Pooler to get up. But he soon notices the boos from the crowd. So he turns and sees Chandler staring right at him. Hardaway goes right over to the corner and begins yelling at him. Chandler just smirks and tells him to turn around. As soon as Hardaway turns around, he nearly gets his head knocked off with a Dr. Teeth that comes from out of nowhere. The crowd cheers as the smack from the kick can be heard throughout the building.

Grayson: I think I just saw some of Hardaway's teeth flying into the fifth row!

Chandler applauds as he sees Hardaway out of it. But while he's busy taking joy in Hardaway getting knocked down, he doesn't see Pooler running towards him. When he does, its too late as Pooler knocks him down with a baseball slide. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: What the hell was that for?

Clement: Pooler doesn't want or need Chandler's help. And he just let him know that with that baseball slide right to his big mouth.

Pooler then turns around and waits for Hardaway to get up. Once Hardaway turns around, Pooler runs over, leaps up and brings him down with a second Equilibrium. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Hardaway, hooks his arms, lifts him up and delivers the Midnight: 30. The crowd cheers as he turns Hardaway over and makes the cover.

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“Unleashed” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, BOB POOLER!

Bob Pooler gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. He then turns around and checks on Hardaway.

Clement: Bob Pooler gets the victory over Kevin Hardaway

Grayson: With a huge assist thanks to Chandler Scott.

Clement: And Pooler showed just how “thankful” he was, didn't he?

Grayson: He's ungrateful, just like everyone else when it comes to Chandler Scott. But when Chandler beats Hardaway and sends him packing, you people will be praising him then.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Dom Harter vs. Chris Bond

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

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

Clement: We've seen the comments from Dom Harter leading up to this match. It seems as though he is treating this as if he has some personal vendetta against Chris Bond.

Grayson: I'm sure Dom Harter is justified in his ill feelings towards Chris Bond due to their past. Besides, Chris Bond has done nothing but take shots at Harter since he walked through the door, even though Harter has remain tight lipped. Bond is going to pay for opening his mouth tonight.

"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.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out on Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas. Weighing in at 230 pounds..... CHRIS BOND!

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

Clement: Earlier tonight, Chris Bond stated his case for being the next in line for an FGA Championship Match. If he can get past Braydon Jones and Camellia D. Magna, he'll get that chance at Only The Strong Survive.

Grayson: But before that can even happen, he's got to worry about making it out of this match in one piece. Dom Harter has a tendency to get pretty violent in there.

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

Clement: And this match is starting off with some fireworks!

The crowd continues to cheer as Bond begins to gain the upperhand. Each right hand knocking Dom further and further back across the ring. As Harter appears to be dazed, Bond runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter knocks him down with a running yakuza kick to boos from the crowd.

As Bond tries to get up, Harter immediately goes over and unleashes a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck. While Bond is doubled over, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he knocks Bond down with a running knee lift. The crowd boos as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Grayson: I wonder. If Harter beats Bond tonight, where will that put him? You would think he'd have a good case to make for a title shot, wouldn't you?

Clement: After all the carnage that he has caused, I don't think the FGA officials are in any hurry to reward him with anything.

Grayson: Well that's not fair.

Harter picks up Bond, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Bond around, Harter lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. Harter then takes a moment to bark insults back at the crowd. But once he turns his attention back to Bond, Bond grabs him and flings him into the corner. He then unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own that echo throughout the arena. He then grabs a hold of Harter and whips him into the opposite corner. Bond charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline that knocks him down. Bond begins to feed off the cheers from the crowd. He turns and plays up to the crowd as they continue to cheer him on. But once he turns around and heads back over to Harter, Harter rakes him across the eyes. The crowd boos.

Grayson: And that's what he gets for taking his eyes off the competition. Playing up to these sheep won't win you matches, let alone titles. Bond has been around the block. Surely he knows that.

After a knee thrust to the midsection, Harter takes Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Harter goes for a basement dropkick. But Bond wisely leap frogs over it and continues to run into the ropes. When Harter gets up, Bond runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Harter gets up, Bond knocks him back down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Harter gets up, Bond quickly kicks him in the midsection and follows up with a DDT. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Harter kicks out.

Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr is not in action tonight. But you have to think that he's got his eyes glued to this match backstage.

Grayson: I'm sure he does. Just because he made Malcolm Drake pass out on the last show doesn't mean his business with The Murder is over. Him, Johnny Blayze and Bob Pooler are all dying to get their hands around the necks of The Murder.

Bond sits him up and appears a rear chinlock from behind. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But when Harter refuses to quit, Bond jerks back, causing Harter to cringe in pain. He then slaps the canvas in frustration. After a few, the ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But again, Harter refuses to quit. He begins to slowly turn over onto his knees. After getting up to his feet, Harter reaches back with both hands, grabs Bond by the back of the neck and counters with a jawbreaker, breaking the hold. Bond is then sent stumbling back into the corner. While Bond is stunned, Harter gets up, charges into the corner and connects with a double knee lift to the chest. The crowd boos as Bond tumbles from out of the corner and to the canvas. Harter makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Bond, only to grabs him around the waist and ram him back-first into the corner. With Bond in the corner, Harter proceeds to deliver a series of hard shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After standing up, Harter unleashes a series of stiff forearm strikes to the face, sending Bond slumping down in the corner. With Bond now down in the corner, Harter puts the boots to him, stomping away at his chest. He then steps back, only to choke Bond with his foot while pulling down on the top rope for leverage. The crowd boos as Bond can be sees flailing his legs. The ref quickly gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE.......TWO......THREE......FOUR.....

Harter reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down and slowly pulls Bond back up to his feet. Harter grabs him by the arm and whips him into the opposite corner. He then charges into the corner and goes for another running double knee lift. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Harter to crash against the turnbuckles and fall onto his back. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Harter may have gone to the well too many times. Bond could see the move coming and wisely got the heck out of dodge.

Grayson: Come on, Dom, get up!

As Harter pulls himself up using the ropes, Bond comes up from behind and kicks his leg out from under him, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Bond then waits patiently for Harter to try and get back up. As Harter pulls himself back up using the ropes, Bond charges behind him and delivers a hard kick, sending Harter backflipping down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. He then reaches down, grabs Harter by the hair and pulls him back up to his feet. He then lifts Harter up and delivers a kneebreaker. The crowd cheers. As Harter hobbles on one leg, Bond sizes him up before delivering a chop block from behind. The crowd cheers as Harter goes down. Bond then circles Harter like a vulture, taunting him along the way before putting the boots to him. After reaching down, grabbing Harter by the hair and pulling him back up to his feet, Bond grabs a hold of his right leg. He signals for a dragonscrew legwhip to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Harter counters with an enzuigiri, sending Bond stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron.

Clement: Bond tries to work over the leg of Dom Harter. But he may have taken too long, allowing Harter to counter with that kick to the side of the head.

As Bond slowly pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes, Harter tries to walk off the pain in his leg. Once the pain is at a tolerable level, he charges at Bond. But Bond grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Harter tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: And Harter takes a hard fall to the outside!

After hopping down to the floor, Bond waits for Harter to get up. Once he does, Bond rocks with him with a punch to the face that knocks him down. Harter slowly gets back up, but Bond knocks him back down with another punch to the face. The crowd cheers. As Harter gets back up, Bond delivers a knee strike to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Harter and whips him hard against the barricade. The crowd cheers. As Harter stumbles away from the barricade, Bond delivers a back body drop onto the floor. The crowd cheers as Harter can be seen holding his back in pain. Bond then rolls back into the ring and waits for Harter to join him. As Harter slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, Bond nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then stands up, grabs Bond and tries to suplex him back into the ring. But Harter slips down from behind and nails Bond with a kidney shot. Bond cringes in pain as the crowd boos. After bringing Bond away from the ropes, Harter hooks his arm around his neck and delivers a reverse implant DDT. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Not satisfied, Harter makes the cover again.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Frustrated, Harter mounts himself on top of Bond and hammers away with a flurry of right hands to the face. The crowd boos as Harter tries to make Bond's face unrecognizable.

Clement: Harter now just letting all his anger out on Chris Bond.

Grayson: I told you it was personal, Kev.

He then gets up off of Bond and barks insults back at the crowd, causing the crowd to get on him even more. Once he's done antagonizing them, Harter picks up Bond, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. Once he lets go, Bond stumbles into the corner. After turning Bond around, Harter unleashes a series of headbutts that send him slumping down in the corner. While Bond appears to be dazed, Harter steps back towards the center of the ring. After sizing Bond up, Harter charges into the corner and connects with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd boos as he drags Bond from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Harter then angrily slaps his hand against the canvas three times.

Grayson: Why won't he just stay down?

Clement: Because he's got the heart of a champion. Because he doesn't want to lose a match. Especially to the likes of Dom Harter.

Harter picks up Bond and goes for an irish whip. But Bond reverses, sending Harter into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Bond throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd cheers. Bond stays on his knees, trying to find the energy to make the cover. Once he does, he rolls across Harter and hooks the leg.

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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: So close! He almost had him!

Grayson: He did, but he wasn't quick enough to make the cover.

Bond picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Bond throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers. After Bond gets up, he begins to circle Harter. He delivers a stomp to the chest, followed by a stomp to the left arm and left leg. He then delivers stomps to the right leg and right arm. Bond finishes up his attack with a jumping stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd. Bond then reaches down, picks up Harter and sets him up for a DDT. But Harter grabs Bond by the arm, wrings it and follows up with a short-arm clothesline. The crowd boos. He then picks up Bond, only to take him down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Harter stands on his knees while putting his hands on his hips.

Grayson: What is he going to have to do to put Bond away?

Harter picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond counters with a jumping faceplant to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Harter and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. After reaching through the ropes, grabbing Harter and dragging him across the middle rope, Bond plants him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers as he pushes Harter over and makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Bond rubs his hand across his head in disbelief.

Clement: And yet another nearfall. Both of these men have come within a half a second of getting that three count!

Bond picks up Harter and goes for a vertical suplex. But Harter slips down from behind and counters into an O'Connor Roll.

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Bond uses the strength in his legs to shove Harter off of him, sending him into the ropes. Bond quickly gets back up to his feet. When Harter comes back, Bond turns him inside out with a running lariat. The crowd cheers. He then goes over, picks up Harter and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He positions Harter for a Death Valley Driver. But Harter reaches over and rakes him across the eyes. The crowd boos as Harter is able to slip down from behind. He then turns Bond around, kicks him in the midsection, hooks his arms and plants him with Spin The Black Circle.

Clement: That's it!

The crowd boos as he turns Bond over and makes the cover

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Clement: NO!

Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Harter places his hands over his face in disbelief.

Harter picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Harter delivers a sitout spinebuster. The crowd boos. He then goes over, sits up Bond and locks him in the Futility. The crowd boos as Harter cinches in the hold. But instead of kneeling down, Harter squats down. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. While Harter keeps the hold locked on, the crowd begins to rally behind Bond.

Crowd: Let's Go, Booooond, Let's Go! (Clap-Clap) Let's Go, Booooond, Let's Go! (Clap-Clap) Let's Go, Booooond, Let's Go! (Clap-Clap)

Grayson: He's got that hold locked in tight.

Clement: But Bond is trying his best not to succumb to the pain.

The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. He then reaches up, grabs Harter by the head with both hands and pulls it forward. He then reaches up and repeatedly knees Harter in the face until Harter breaks the hold. The crowd cheers. After both men struggle to get back to their feet, Harter nails Bond with a forearm strike to the face. Bond delivers a right hand. Harter delivers another forearm strike. Bond comes back with another right hand. Before Harter can deliver another blow, Bond beats him to the punch with another right hand. He then delivers another right hand.... and another... and another. The crowd cheers. While Harter is dazed, Bond kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for a piledriver. But Harter counters with a double leg takedown. He then reaches down, hooks Bond's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner. The crowd boos. As Bond turns around, Harter charges into the corner. But Bond delivers an elbow strike, sending Harter stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. While Harter is dazed, Bond charges from out of the corner and goes for another running lariat. But Harter ducks, lifts him up onto his shoulders and plants him with a Samoan Driver. The crowd boos. Harter then picks up Bond, hoists him up into position and then plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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“Superunknown” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!

Harter gets up on his knees and raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a tremendous back and forth match that was. You could tell that both men really wanted to prove something to the other.

Grayson: But Harter was able to once again come away with the victory. Let's hope this kicks off a 16 match losing streak for Bond, right?

[FGA Office]

Clement: We're about a month away from Only The Strong Survive, FGA's upcoming supershow event. The event will be held at the Case Gymnasium at Boston University. Chris Q will defend his FGA Championship against either Chris Bond, Braydon Jones or Camellia D. Magna. But another marquee match at that event will be the Gold Rush Rumble.

Grayson: Some of FGA's finest grapplers will take part in this timed battle royal. The last grappler standing will receive a guaranteed FGA Championship Match. Thus far, the likes of Kevin Hardaway, Pat Gordon Jr, Jake Winchester and both members of The Murder have been announced.

Clement: Tonight, even more names will be added to the Gold Rush Rumble. Names like Anton Chase, Tigre Oro, Jonathan Collins, Bob Pooler and Johnny Blayze have now been entered into the Gold Rush Rumble. What do you think of those names?

Grayson: It's a great list of talent. And when you add those names to the list of five that were previously announced, this match is starting to get stacked. While he hasn't won any gold here, Anton Chase does know what it's like to compete at a high level and hold a championship. Jonathan Collins is a well traveled veteran. The same could be said for Bob Pooler who is on a roll. Tigre Oro has tremendous upside. And despite how much he annoys me, even I can admit that Johnny Blayze is a talent.

Clement: Over the course of the next two weeks, even more names will be announced for the Gold Rush Rumble. So remember to check FGA Online for the latest info on all things FGA. Coming up next, it's the main event. Chris Q will take on Jake Winchester in non-title action. So let's throw it back to the ring for the introductions....