Only The Strong Survive

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
"Godly" Ken Davison vs. Michael Kennedy

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. After inching towards each other, they lock up. After jockeying for position, Davison moves Kennedy into the corner. As Davison presses his opponent into the corner, the ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a slow, clean break. After Davison steps back towards the center of the ring, Kennedy heads from out of the corner and locks up. After jockeying for position, Davison places him in a side headlock. He quickly performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Kennedy then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Davison quickly reaches back and elbows Kennedy in the face. He follows up with a snapmare takeover.

As Kennedy scrambles to get back up to his feet, Davison applies another side headlock. But Kennedy shoves Davison off of him and into the ropes. When Davison comes back, Kennedy leap frogs over him. Davison continues to run into the ropes. When Davison comes back, Kennedy goes for hip toss. But Davison steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. Kennedy blocks it. So Davison goes for another hip toss. But again, Kennedy blocks it. So Davison hits him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Kennedy's neck, Davison performs a back flip. Once Davison lands on his feet, Kennedy knocks him down with a clothesline. Davison gets back up, but Kennedy knocks him back down with another clothesline. As Davison gets back up, Kennedy grabs Davison and whips him into the ropes. When Davison comes back, Kennedy bends over to set up a back body drop. Davison counters with a sunset flip. But Kennedy rolls through it, gets up to his feet and connects with a front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Davison kicks out.

Kennedy picks up Davison and wrenches his arm. The ref asks Davison if he wants to give up. When Davison refuses to quit, Kennedy delivers another arm wrench. Davison then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and delivers a palm strike to the face. The crowd boos as Davison turns Kennedy around and nails him with a knife-edge chop. He then grabs Kennedy and whips him into the ropes. When Kennedy comes back, Davison goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Kennedy counters with a leg scissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Davison gets back up, Kennedy goes for the Set It Off. But Davison ducks, grabs Kennedy and delivers a jawbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Kennedy kicks out.

Davison picks up Kennedy and whips him into the corner. Davison runs across the ring. But Kennedy nails him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. After moving Davison into the corner, Kennedy places him in the Muay Thai clinch and delivers alternating knee strikes to the face. Once he lets go, he takes Davison and whips him into the opposite corner. Kennedy runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He then places Davison in a side headlock and goes for a running bulldog. But Davison shoves Kennedy off of him and into the ropes. When Kennedy comes back, Davison knocks him down with a running high knee to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Kennedy gets his shoulder up.

Davison sits up Kennedy and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Kennedy if he wants to give up. When Kennedy refuses to quit, Davison jerks back on the chin. He cinches in the hold as the crowd continues to boo. Kennedy tries to pry Davison's hands from around his chin. But its to no avail. The ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But Kennedy refuses to quit. After a bit of a struggle, Kennedy begins to turn over onto his knees. After battling his way back up to his feet, Kennedy delivers four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. He then runs into the ropes. When Kennedy comes back, Davison goes for a running clothesline. But Kennedy ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Davison comes back, Kennedy throws him down with a spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Davison, runs into the corner and deliver a turnbuckle powerbomb. As Davison stumbles from out of the corner, Kennedy knocks him down with Set It Off. The crowd cheers. Kennedy then picks up Davison, lifts him up from behind and plants him with the MK Driver. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THREE!

Winner: Michael Kennedy

[FGA Office]

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: One man has ascended to the top of the company.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other has descended from the top of the industry.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike:One man come from the squalor.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other came from a comfortable life that he has built for himself throughout his career.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: One man has embraced his reckless lifestyle.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other is still haunted by his demons.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: One man feels as though the sky is the limit.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other feels as if he's running out of time.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: One man came to FGA looking to find himself.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other came to FGA seeking redemption.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: One man feels as if he's finally come close to being tested.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: The other feels as though he came close to having his sobriety tested.

James Earl Jones Sound-alike: They've each face their own trials and tribulations. Tonight, they find themselves on opposite ends of the ring. For Chris Q and Chris Bond, they are destined to collide tonight over the most prized championship in Frontier Grappling Arts. Chris Bond was won the top titles. He knows what it's like to be THE man. He also knows what it's like to hit rock bottom. Chris Q has never tasted defeat in an FGA ring. He has never been pinned or made to submit. Is tonight the night that the self-proclaimed Big Bad of FGA finally meets his match? Will tonight be the night that Chris Bond comes one step closer to redemption? Or will the Battle Hardened veteran become yet another statistic in Chris Q's story? Well he become another man who fought valiantly, yet ultimately failed?



James Earl Jones Sound-alike: All will be answered tonight.... when Only the STRONG Survive!

[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Hello FGA Nation! I am Kevin Clement. And joining me is my colleague Evan Grayson. And we welcome you to this latest FGA supercard presentation. This is Only the Strong Survive! We are coming to you from the Case Gymnasium in Boston, Massachusetts. Tonight, two championships are on the line, a #1 contendership is on the line and a war will be waged in the middle of the ring.

Evan Grayson: This night has been building for several months. Like in the case of The Murder, Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler. Pat Gordon, Jr has been a thorn in The Murder's side since Final Frontier. But tonight, they finally snuff out the Southie Scrapper. And as far as Bob Pooler goes? Well, he'll realize that forming the SuperFriends was one of the worst ideas of his career.

Clement: Well that remains to be seen. The Murder has mugged, attacked, and injured. They have screwed people over. They have struck viciously. They have struck effectively. They have been a force to be reckoned with. But Bob Pooler and Pat Gordon, Jr refuse to lay down. They have fought back and tonight, these two men will wage war against The Murder.

In other action, Johnny Blayze takes the place of Jonathan Collins against Tigre Oro.

Grayson: Tigre Oro was supposed to be getting his long awaited match against Jonathan Collins. But now he faces a determined and focused Johnny Blayze. say what you want about Blayze. But he may have finally turned a corner. And that could mean bad news for the Golden Tiger.

Clement: In our first of two championship matches, Kevin Hardaway defends the Pride Championship against Chandler Scott. Chandler is envious with the love and respect that Hardaway has gotten. So much so that he devised a plan to pay off Anton Chase to try and keep Hardaway from winning the Pride Championship Tournament. And when that failed, he went after K-Hard himself. Now Chandler finds himself in the ring with the Pride Champion. And he may have bitten off far more than he could chew with this one.

Grayson: For one, Chandler is jealous of no one. Number two, Chandler is the True Pride of FGA. And the True Pride will be officially crowned the Pride Champion tonight.

Clement: Nearly two dozen FGA grapplers will take part in the first ever Gold Rush Rumble.

Grayson: It's going to be friend vs. friend. Foe vs. Foe. It will be every man... and woman for themselves. But only one will walk out on top. Only the Strong will Survive!

Clement: And in our main event, Chris Q defends his FGA Championship against Chris Bond.

Grayson: Is tonight the night that Chris Q finally tastes defeat? Can Chris Bond ascend to the top of FGA? Or will The Christ Q Party continue to roll on forward? I can't wait for that one.

Clement: We have a lot of action to bring to you. So let's send it to the ring where Manny Cruz is standing by to give the introductions for our opening contest.

[We’re in the arena, where Manny Cruz is stood in the middle of the ring preparing to introduce the next match]

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is…

[Just as Cruz is about to announce the next match, he’s cut off – cut off in the best way possible, by John Paul Jones’ quite simply epic drum intro for “When The Levee Breaks”, and right on cue with Robert Plant’s harmonica out swaggers Johnny Karma in his regular Karmic TV attire, although his leather jacket is zipped up, and with Cherry Baum standing beside him he’s making a beeline for the ring – well, as much of a beeline as you can make when you’re taking your time to swagger down to the ring…]

Clement: What in the world is Johnny Karma doing out here?

Grayson: I don't know and I don't care. More Karma is always a good thing. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Kev.

[Karma reaches ringside and climbs the ring steps onto the apron, waiting for Cherry to climb onto the apron and hold the ropes open for him, before stepping into the ring and, without breaking stride, indicates many should hand over the house mic]

Clement: I can only imagine what's on his mind.

Grayson: We won't have to guess for much longer.

[Karma hands the mic to Cherry]

Cherry: People and house pets of Boston, a moment of your time…

[Cherry hands the microphone to Johnny K]

Karma: Ladies and…ladies of Boston, if I can snap you from looking on with awe for just a moment, I have an announcement to make. It seems that the people running Frontier Wrestling Arts have lied to you for so long, calling eight of their shows “super shows” even though there was nothing remotely “super” about them.

Well tonight, that all changes, as tonight FWA presents its first super show, because they have their first superstar – the man, the myth, the magician that is, not to put too fine a point on it, me!

[Karma takes his time to bow to all four corners of the arena]

Karma: However, I have some bad news for all of you. You see, I won’t be wrestling in the next match, and instead you’ll have to sit through a couple of less talented members of the roster trying to prove they weren’t texting their friends throughout wrestling school.

Cherry: I know, I know, it sucks for me too.

Karma: However, later tonight I will be setting foot in the Gold Rush Rumble, and when all is said and done there will be seventeen prospectors looking foolish because they couldn’t grab a microbe of gold, whilst I will be sitting pretty as your new 24-carat Contender for the championship.

Cherry: And you know why he says that? It’s because…

[Karma unzips his leather jacket, revealing a New York Yankees jersey under his leather jacket]

Karma: Because, where I come from, people like winners.

[Cherry raises her thumbs and forefingers on both hands, making a large W as karma stands before the Boston crowd in his Yankees jersey]

Karma: Which is why, tonight, I will show you exactly what NYC can do, but Boston cannot – not only will I win, I will do it with style, panache, and with the sort of smarts that extends beyond shouting “Norm!” when a fat guy walks into a bar.

And, with that, I shall let you get back to watching the worst part of the show – the part that I’m not involved with.

[Karma hands the mic back to Manny, before he and Cherry leave the ring]

[FGA Office]

Tigre Oro vs. Johnny Blayze

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

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

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

Clement: This was supposed to be Tigre Oro's chance to finally get some revenge on Jonathan Collins. But with Collins' recent injuries, that will have to be put on hold as Johnny Blayze has taken his place.

Grayson: If I'm Tigre, I'm not exactly upset with this situation. Let's be honest. Tigre hasn't looked right ever since being injured by Collins. And no disrespect to Blayze, but he's not in Collins' league.

The lights go dark and spotlights circle the top of the ramp as "Ladies & Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play over the sound system. The fans boo as through the black curtain separating backstage from the main arena bursts a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a bit of brown stubble on his chin. He is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head.

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Blayze raises his fists in the air as the lights go back on. He then struts down to the ring, jaw jacking with fans on both sides of the aisle giving them all a piece of his mind.

Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more

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. The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hoodie and throws it down to the floor below.

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

He then jumps off and does a few fist raises in the air in time with the music.

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

The music fades as he backs into his corner. The ring announcer then introduces him to the crowd.

Cruz: From Daytona Beach, Florida…weighing in tonight at 215 pounds…...

"HOT STUFFFFF" JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

Clement: Jonathan Collins has taken advantage of Johnny Blayze's insecurity and jealousy towards the likes of Pat Gordon, Jr, Bob Pooler and Kevin Hardaway. Now Blayze has convinced himself that he's fighting for some cause that doesn't even exist.

Grayson: No, his so-called friends abandoned him and he finally found someone who actually believes in him.

Clement: Or so he thinks...

The bell sounds as Blayze knocks down Oro with a spinning heel kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Blayze gets this match started with a cheap shot to an unsuspecting Tigre Oro. I wonder if he learned that from Collins?

Blayze then gets up and puts the boots to Oro. He picks up Oro, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Oro around, Blayze delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Oro and whips him into the opposite corner. Blayze runs over, hops onto Oro and monkey flips him from out of the corner. But Oro lands on his feet to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How did he do that?

Clement: Tigre Oro showing off his ring presence. And now he takes off into the ropes...

He then heads into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he delivers a whirlybird headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Blayze gets up, but Oro throws him down with a deep arm drag. The crowd cheers. Blayze gets back up, but Oro throws him back down with another deep arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Blayze gets up, Oro grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses, sending Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, he goes for a wheelbarrow into a bulldog. But Blayze counters with a belly to back suplex. The crowd boos.

Clement: And just like that, Blayze grounds the Golden Tiger.

Grayson: If this were pre-injury Tigre, I'd think we would actually have a match on our hands. But like I said before, he hasn't looked as crisp in the ring since his injury.

Blayze picks up Oro and whips him into the corner. Blayze charges into the corner, hops onto Oro and monkey flips him from out of the corner to boos from the crowd. When Oro gets up and turns around, Blayze heads from out of the corner and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd boos. Blayze picks up Oro, lifts him up and delivers another belly to back suplex. After dragging him into position, Blayze climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with the Blayze of Glory to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

"Ladies & Gentlemen" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY BLAYZE!

Blayze gets his arm raised in victory to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Johnny Blayze gets the win. Blayze is proud of himself. And I think that if Collins were able to see this match, he'd be proud of Blayze, too.

Clement: Fighting another man's battle is something to be proud of now?

[FGA Office]

It started innocently enough…

“We're going to PICK the bones and scavenge the carcass of what we leave behind of F.G.A. So bask in the fallacy of life while you can. A murder... of horrible crows is coming.”

The voice of Malcolm Drake bellows out as the video feed loads up. Footage of the Elizabeth DVD taping from December last year can be seen.

The crowd boos as Drake slides back into the ring, picks up the chair and repeatedly jabs Demore in the left leg with the chair. The bell repeatedly sounds as the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: C'mon Drake, you got the win! You got what you wanted! You don't have to do this.

Grayson: Of course he doesn't have to do this, Kev. He knows that. He just doesn't care.

The crowd continues to boo. But the boos soon turn to cheers once Jake Winchester, Akrista O'Hare and Alyssa Casteele run down to the ring.

Clement: And here comes the cavalry!

Grayson: What took them so long? They get lost.

Winchester, O'Hare and Casteele circle the ring. Drake looks around frantically as he clutches the chair in his hands. Almost as if on cue, all three wrestlers slide into the ring. As soon as they get up to their feet, Drake hurls the chair at Akrista. As Akrista swats the chair down, Drake drops down and rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd..…

The Murder appeared from the darkness…

Clement: Hey, just wait a second. What's going on here?

Akrista O'Hare slowly rolls back into the ring. She slowly pulls herself using the top rope. As she favors her shoulder, Malcolm Drake rolls back into the ring behind her. The sound causes Akrista to turn around. She sees Drake with evil intentions in his eyes. Just then, an unknown man hops over the barricade and slides into the ring behind her.

Clement: Wait just a minute. That's Dom Harter! Dominic Harter is in the ring with Malcolm Drake!

The two men begin to circle Akrista. They begin to circle her like two crows waiting to swoop in for the kill. But before anything can happen, Pat Gordon, Jr races down to the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Grayson: What in the.....?

As soon as PGJR slides in, he begins to swing the chair like a madman, sending both Drake and Harter retreating to the outside. The crowd cheers as Drake has words for PGJR. But PGJR drops the chair and motions for him to get back in the ring. Instead, Drake and Harter turn around and walk up the aisle to boos from the crowd. Back in the ring, PGJR heads back over to Akrista and shakes her hand. The two smile to cheers from the crowd.

The hero came to save the day. But soon enough the first blood was spilled in this war…

Drake picks up Mangold, grabs him by the wrist from behind and then knocks him down with the Mors Omnibus. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: Drake gets the IMPRESSIVE victory. Everyone talked, including myself, about how Mangold was the strongest man on this roster. Everyone talked about how he was a God Among Men. Well look at your God now? And it doesn't look like Drake is done yet.

Clement: Oh come on now!

Drake goes back over and puts the boot to Mangold to boos from the crowd. He then turns and waves someone down to the ring. After attacking Mangold some more, Dom Harter makes his way to the ring with a steel chair hand.

Clement: Great, and now that conniving little bastard has a steel chair in his hand.

After Harter slides into the ring, he hands the chair over to Drake. Harter then goes over, grabs Mangold's leg and drapes it across the middle rope. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes down across the leg with a flying knee drop. The crowd boos as Mangold clutches his leg while screaming in pain.

Clement: He just dropped down across Mangold's leg! That leg may be broken!

Drake then goes over and swings away at Mangold's leg using the chair. But the boos turn to cheers as Pat Gordon, Jr storms down to the ring.

And the cavalry arrived…

As PGJr hits ringside, Dom Harter slides out of the ring with a steel chair in hand. He blocks PGJr's path as he repeatedly jabs the air, keeping PGJr at bay. Just then, Akrista O'Hare makes her way to the ring to cheers from the crowd. Both Akrista and PGJr motion forward. Harter continues to switch his sights between the two of them. They both then charge forward at Harter. Harter throws the chair at PGJr. But PGJr swats it down before brushing past him and rolling into the ring. Drake sees this. But PGJr runs over, delivers a double leg takedown and mounts himself on top of him to cheers from the crowd.

But once again Harter attacks from behind, nailing Akrista in the back of the neck with a double ax handle. After shaking off the effects of the fall, Drake rolls back into the ring and helps Harter double team her. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Bob Pooler races down to the ring.

Grayson: Bob Pooler?

Clement: What's he doing out here?

As soon as Pooler gets in the ring, Harter runs over to attack him. But Pooler takes him down with a High Velocity Hug. The crowd cheers. Drake then takes Akrista and goes for an irish whip. But Akrista reverses, sending Drake into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Akrista grabs him, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Bob Pooler makes the save...

Grayson: Much to the surprise of Akrista O'Hare.

The Murder slowly gets up on the outside. After point at all three grapplers, the duo turns and makes their way up the aisle. Back in the ring, Akrista helps up PGJr. She then looks over at Pooler who makes a "tip of the cap" motion before exiting the ring. Akrista stares at Pooler before turning to Mangold and attending to him with PGJr......…

Faced with adversity, The Murder began their crusade to purge the FGA of their enemies.

A commotion can be heard off in the distance as the cameraman frantically paces throughout the backstage area.

Various crashes, thumps and the moans of a woman can be heard.

The cameraman slows down as he comes across various debris on the ground.

Once he turns around the corridor, he stops. Directly in front of him stands Dom Harter, who throws down a lead pipe. Pacing back and forth in front of him is Malcolm Drake. Drake then charges over and repeatedly punt kicks someone in the ribs. He then drops down to one knee, grabs someone by the hair with his left hand and repeatedly punches the person in the face with his right hand. Drake then gets up, uses the back of his forearm to wipe his nose and cocks his head to the side as he admires The Murder's work. He then lifts up his leg before delivering a hard stomp to the person's face. Just as Dom is about to pick up the lead pipe again, backstage personnel rush up to The Murder, causing the duo to slowly put their hands up before backing away.

Backstage officials attend to the downed individual. As the cameraman approaches, the person is revealed to be a battered, bloodied and bruised Akrista O'Hare..…

The attack lit a fire under our hero…

A garbage can comes tumbling through the backstage curtain, sending trash scattering across the entryway. Pat Gordon, Jr. follows close behind in a blind rage. His screams curse Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter. Pat's face is beet red and he's bearing his teeth like a wild animal. He picks up the garbage can and lifts it over his head.

PGJR: "RRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

The trash can crashes like thunder when he slams it into the concrete floor repeatedly. Spit flies out of his mouth.

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

Having thoroughly crushed the garbage can, the Southie Scrapper punts it away. He moves up the entrance ramp toward the ring, completely oblivious to the fans at ringside. They've never seen him like this before.

Clement: "What the hell? Has he completely lost it?

Grayson: "Pat Gordon, Jr. is obviously distraught after what the Murder did to Akrista O'Hare earlier. All we really know about their relationship is that they were close friends. He seems to be very upset over this whole ordeal."

Clement: "Well she got what was coming to her. You don't mess with a team the caliber of Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter and expect not to get hurt! And if he's not smart, he'll end up the same way!"

He finds a steel chair at ringside and grabs it.

CLANG!

Gordon hits the chair against the guardrail, sending some fans scurrying back.

PGJR: "DRAKE! HARTER! YOU BASTARDS!"

CLANG! CLANG!

A couple of chair shots for the ring post now. Then he hammers it against the apron a couple of times. Into the ring he goes. He proceeds to wallop the turnbuckle with the chair.

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

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

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

At ‘Pride, Honor & Excellence’ two of them met within the confines of that hallowed squared circle in an epic battle…

PGJr reaches down, picks up Harter and whips him hard into the barricade.

The crowd cheers. PGJr quickly reaches back into the ring, yanks Harter down and then yanks him into the ring post.

PGJr then begins to untape his wrist.... and wrap Harter's ankles together with the tape. The crowd cheers as Harter is trapped.

PGJr raises the chair above his head. But before he can swing it down with the might of Thor, the ref swipes it from out of his hands and tosses it to the outside to boos from the crowd.

As PGJr stumbles back, Harter lifts him up from behind and drops him on the base of his neck with a belly to back suplex.

Harter picks up PGJr, places him in a front facelock and savors the moment before planting him with a DDT.

Harter then gets up on his knee, turns around and cocks his head as he sees PGJr laying in pain. He then gets up to his feet, reaches down, picks up PGJr and plants him with a pulling piledriver.

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

PGJR: "DAMN YOU MALCOLM DRAKE! DOM HARTER! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!!”

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

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

Clement: Aw, now what does that leech want?

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

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

Pooler slides in, spins Harter around and hammers away with right hands to the face. He shoves Harter into the corner and rocks him with a series of right hands.

Blayze slides in, he helps PGJr back up. The two then go over and help Pooler fight off The Murder to cheers from the crowd. Pooler clotheslines Harter to the outside as PGJr and Blayze double clothesline Drake to the outside. The crowd cheers as “Chariots of Fire” blasts over the PA.

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

Suddenly The Murder found themselves outnumbered…outclassed?

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

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

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

Clement: And here comes the cavalry!

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

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

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

In situations such as these, you can pull yourselves up…or you can drag your enemy down…

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.

And plant the seeds of doubt…

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.

The camera rushes over and we see Blayze dropping down onto all fours. The unknown woman can be heard laughing in the distance as Blayze cringes in pain.

Malcolm Drake twirls an aluminum bat before striking down and hitting Blayze across the back. Blayze screams in pain as he falls to the floor. He then tries to get back up on all fours. But Dom Harter runs over and delivers a punt kick to the head. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the hall. Drake and Harter can be heard antagonizing Blayze as he tries to slowly crawl away from them. He then tries to use the edge of a nearby table to pull himself up. But Harter takes the bat, runs up behind Blayze and chokes him with the bat. Blayze can be heard gagging as Harter tries to choke the life out of him. He then lets go, sending Blayze stumbling against the wall.

Drake grabs Blayze, runs towards the opposite wall and slams Blaze face-first against said wall. Dom Harter then runs over and nails Blayze with a knee to the midsection. Blayze then slumps down against the wall. The Murder proceeds to put the boots to him. Harter then reaches down and chokes Blayze with his hand. While Blayze can be heard gagging, Drake walks back over and picks up the bat. He begins tapping the barrel of the bat against the floor as he makes his way back over to Blayze. Once Harter lets go and moves out of the way, Drake grips the bat with both hands and repeatedly jabs the top of the barrel of the bat into Blayze's head.

As you sow, so shall you reap…

The music quickly turns Pooler's and Hardaway's attention to Chandler, who slowly makes his way down the aisle. He circles the ring, never taking his eyes off of either men and vice versa. Chandler tries to roll into the ring. But as soon as Pooler approaches, he quickly rolls back out. He continues to circle the ring. Chandler tries to climb up onto the apron. But as soon as Hardaway throws out a kick, he quickly hops back down. Both men continue to stare holes right through Chandler. But while they're backs are turned, The Murder jump the barricade.

Clement: THE MURDER! THE MURDER IS HERE!

Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter slide into the ring. Before Pooler and Hardaway know it, Pooler is being knocked down from behind with a double clothesline. The crowd boos as The Murder puts the boots to him. Hardaway hears this, so he turns around, goes over and pulls Harter off of Pooler. Hardaway turns him around and nails him with a series of European Uppercuts to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos once Chandler slides in and attacks Harter from behind. The crowd boos as Chandler then takes Hardaway and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. After Chandler goes to the outside and attacks Hardaway, Harter comes from out of the corner and helps Drake double team Pooler.

Clement: This damn Murder has struck once again. Damn them. DAMN THEM! And that gloryhound Chandler Scott is no better than them.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and whips him hard into the barricade. As Hardaway cringes in pain, Chandler sizes him up. He then charges forward at Hardaway. But Hardaway ducks and sends Chandler flying over the barricade and into the crowd with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers.

Back in the ring, The Murder continue to stomp away on Pooler to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Pat Gordon, Jr races down to the ring.

Clement: And here comes the Southie Scrapper! The backup is here!

PGJr slides into the ring, runs over and tackles Drake down to cheers from the crowd. He mounts himself on top of Drake and hammers away with right hands to the face. But Harter comes from behind and gouges his eyes to boos from the crowd.

Back on the outside, Chandler pull himself up using the edge of the barricade. But Hardaway reaches over, grabs his Pride Championship belt from off the time keeper's mini table and blasts Chandler in the face with it, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

Back in the ring, Drake facewashes PGJr in the corner while Harter delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to Pooler. Hardaway then rolls into the ring. He goes over, turns Drake around and nails him with a flurry of right hands to cheers from the crowd. While Hardaway is on Drake, PGJr pulls himself up in the corner. He then heads into the opposite corner and kicks Harter below the belt from behind to cheers from the crowd. PGJr and Pooler then grab a hold of Harter and toss him through the ropes and to the floor. Meanwhile, Hardway sizes up Drake, runs and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

The three men look around at each other. As The Murder regroup on the outside, PGJr and Pooler go over and embrace Hardaway to cheers from the crowd. All three men shake each other's hands. A quick shot of the entrance way reveals Johnny Blayze, who stands there with his hands on his hips. He looks none too pleased at the embrace going on in the ring. PGJr waves at him to come down to the ring. Pooler then smiles as he sits down on the middle rope and holds up the top rope for Blayze. But Blayze just shakes his head before turning and walking back through the curtain to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

One down…

Two to go…

Hardaway takes a step towards Chandler as The Murder slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Still Hardaway hasn't seen them, his vision being focused on Chandler Scott who is now near the ropes. Drake strikes first, a forearm across the back of Hardaway's head sends the Pride champion stumbling forward. A flurry of punches from Malcolm Drake has Hardaway staggered, until he blocks one and fires back with an uppercut. The crowd cheer briefly; they immediately change their tune as Harter drops to his knees and delivers a low-blow to the Pride champion. Chandler, having exited the ring as soon as The Murder struck, is now somewhere out in the audience. He stops and turns back towards the ring, laughing as he sees the crows swarm over their fresh meat.

Grayson: This is payback, sweet revenge for New York when Kevin Hardaway stuck his nose in The Murder's business.

Clement: This is nothing short of an ambush. And look at Chandler Scott; he saw this attack coming and now he's walking away up the aisle with a huge smile on his face.

Hardaway crumbles to his knees after the low blow as Harter delivers a thunderous knee strike to the side of the head. Drake takes charge and assumes a mounted position astride the Pride champion's chest. He begins to wail away with hard rights, repeatedly striking Hardaway around the eye. The Murder drag Kevin back to his feet; the champion is struggling to stand as Drake grabs him by the arm. Mors Omnibus! The short arm lariat sends Hardaway slumping to the mat as Harter lays in the boots. They're interrupted, however, as a wave of cheers nearly blows off the roof though as the fans see Pat Gordon Jr. and Bob Pooler running down the aisle. As they get near the ring both members of the Murder hastily exit, devious grins upon their faces as they mock their opponents. Drake and Harter head back up the aisle as, in the ring, Pat and Bob help the Pride champion back to his feet. All three men glare up the aisle, locking eyes with The Murder before they walk back behind the curtain.

Tonight at ‘Only The Strong Survive’ The Murder go up against their toughest challenge yet, the team proclaimed as The Superfriends. Can this path of destruction continue or will the resistance last through the onslaught?

There's only one way to find out…

[FGA Office]

Pat Gordon, Jr & Bob Pooler vs. The Murder

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 and Dom Harter burst through the curtain. Drake and Malcolm stop beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 418 pounds. They are the team of Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter.... THE MURDER!

They recoil from those fans that attempt to touch them. 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. Harter climbs up onto the apron, and steps through the ropes. He scans the crowd with a snarl.

Clement: This is a match that is four months in the making. Since their inception, The Murder have caused carnage and left nothing but destruction in their wake. They have injured, ended careers and have screwed people out of this company. They want to rip this company apart. They want to tear it down and build it up in their image. One man has stood in their way: Pat Gordon, Jr. And over these past few months, they have systematically ripped away at his support system. Akrista O'Hare, brutalized and carted out of FGA. Ryan Kidd, screwed out of the company. Johnny Blayze, manipulated into turning against him. And there have been many others. But if everything goes according to plan, tonight will be the night that The Murder gets what's coming to them,

Grayson: Or tonight could be the night where Pat Gordon, Jr gets put out of his misery.

"Chariots of Fire" blasts over the PA as Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler race down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: And their opponents, making their.....

Clement: Looks like Gordon, Jr and Pooler aren't waiting for this match to start!

Grayson: And neither are The Murder!

The bell sounds as The Murder attack Pooler and PGJr to boos from the crowd. Drake brings PGJr into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Across the ring, Harter gouges Pooler in the eyes as he moves him into the opposite corner. Once he lets go, he chokes Pooler with both hands. In the opposite corner, Drake delivers a series of shoulder thrusts. After The Murder look back and give a nod to each other, they grab their opponents and go for an irish whip. But PGJr and Pooler reverse, sending The Murder towards the center of the ring. The crowd cheers as The Murder collide with each other. As they stumble around the ring, PGJr runs over and knocks down Drake with a Wicked Lariat. Pooler then runs over and takes down Hater with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. As Harter gets up, Pooler runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. PGJr then picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, PGJr and Pooler throw him down with a double back body drop. The crowd cheers as Drake arches his back in pain.

Clement: Finally, a member of The Murder is on the wrong end of a two on one attack. It isn't as much fun when the shoe is on the other foot.

As Pooler heads out onto the apron, PGJr picks up Drake, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He turns Drake around and nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over, PGJr nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling across the ring. PGJr goes over, grabs Drake and shoves him back into the corner. PGJr marches back into the corner and unleashes a flurry of right hands, sending Drake slumping down in the corner. While Drake is in the seated position, PGJr delivers a series of mudhole stomps to cheers from the crowd. He then chokes Drake across the throat with his foot while pulling down on the top rope to cheers from the crowd. The ref gives PGJr until the count of five to break the hold.

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

PGJr lets go....... only to reach down and choke Drake with both hands to cheers from the crowd. The ref then gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref; ONE..... TWO..... THREE..... FOUR....

PGJr reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down, yanks up Drake by his hair, places him in a side headlock and rakes him along the top rope. Drake then stumbles into the PGJr/Pooler corner. Pooler then reaches over the top rope, grabs Drake and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. PGJr heads over and tags in Pooler.

Clement: Bob Pooler now tagged in. Call me crazy, but I would say that it appears that The Murder has underestimated the fight that's in Pat Gordon, Jr and Bob Pooler.

Grayson: They've dominated the early goings of this match. But it's still early.

The crowd cheers as Pooler gets in the ring. He turns Drake around and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then reaches over and tags PGJr back in. PGJr gets in and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He reaches over and tags Pooler back in. Pooler gets in and delivers a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then reaches over and tags PGJr back in. PGJr gets in, grabs Drake, brings him from out of the corner and delivers an arm wrench. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. When Drake refuses to quit, PGJr delivers another arm wrench. He then tightens his grip around Drake's wrist before delivering another arm wrench.... and another. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. When Drake refuses to quit, PGJr delivers another arm wrench to cheers from the crowd. He then drags Drake back towards the corner by the arm and tags in Pooler. Pooler then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle as PGJr holds out Drake's arm. Pooler leaps off from the top turnbuckle and delivers a flying double ax handle smash across the arm. The crowd cheers as Drake drops down to one knee in pain.

Clement: You would think that these two have been teaming for years. The frequent tags. The cutting off the ring. Keeping their opponent isolated in their corner. Pooler and Gordon are operating like a well-oied machine.

Grayson: Their hatred of The Murder and everything that they stand for has united them. They are the united front. But like I said earlier, it's still early. All it takes is one slip up for The Murder to get back into this.

Pooler picks Drake up and delivers an arm wrench. He then heads back over into the corner and tags PGJr back in. PGJr gets in and delivers an elbow smash across the arm to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Drake and brings him down with a snapmare. He follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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PGJr picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, PGJr knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He then bounces into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, he connects with a jumping elbow drop to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall for Gordon, Jr. You would think it'd be The Murder manhandling their opponents. But this match has been anything but.

PGJr picks up Drake and places him in a front facelock. He then drags Drake over towards the corner and tags in Pooler. Pooler climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers a flying double ax handle smash across Drake's back. PGJr lets go as Drake collapses to his knees. Pooler then picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Pooler goes for a clothesline. But Drake ducks and heads into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Pooler scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Harter breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back. The crowd boos.

Clement: Dom Harter with some timely interference.

As Harter heads back out onto the apron, Pooler picks up Drake and whips him into the corner. Pooler charges into the corner, but Drake nails him with an elbow to the face. As Pooler stumbles back, Drake runs from out of the corner and goes for a yakuza kick. But Pooler catches his foot, spins him around and then knocks him down with a European Uppercut. The crowd cheers. After dragging Drake into position, Pooler hooks his arms around and his legs and leans back, catapulting Drake into the corner to chees from the crowd. PGJr then nails Drake with a right hook to cheers from the crowd. As Drake turns around, he turns right into a running corner clothesline from Pooler. The crowd cheers. As Drake falls from out of the corner, Pooler reaches over and tags in PGJr.

The crowd cheers as PGJr gets back in. He picks up Drake, delivers an inverted atomic drop and then drops him with a haymaker to cheers from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Drake again gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: They've been building to this moment for four months now. The Murder aren't going to go out without a fight.

Clement: With the way that the fight has been taken to them, they may not have much left.

PGJr picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, PGJr bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake counters with a high knee lift to boos from the crowd. He then goes over, picks up Drake, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Drake tags in Harter.

Clement: And Drake finally makes the tag to get the fresh man in. And this is just what The Murder needed.

Grayson: Back to square one.

Harter gets in and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then chokes PGJr with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Just as the ref says “FIVE”, Harter lets go. He then smirks as he backs away. As the ref reprimands him, Drake takes the rope from the top turnbuckle pad, wraps it around PGJr's neck and chokes him with it to boos from the crowd.

Clement: C'mon ref, turn around. Turn around!

Drake quickly lets go as the ref turns around. Harter then runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then brings PGJr from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But PGJr reverses, sending Harter into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he slides through PGJr's legs. When PGJr turns around, Harter pushes himself up to his feet. He then rushes over towards PGJr, jumps up and takes him down with a Loiu Thesz Press. The crowd boos as Harter mounts himself on top of PGJr and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face. He then gets up off of PGJr before delivering a stomp to the face. He then picks up PGJr and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Harter throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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PGJr gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up PGJr, brings him over towards the corner and tags Drake back in. The crowd boos as Drake gets in and nails PGJr with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the corner. Drake unleashes a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then takes PGJr, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. The crowd boos as PGJr stumbles into the adjacent corner. Drake then comes up from behind and delivers a back rake, causing PGJr to arch his back in pain. After turning PGJr around, Drake grabs him and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake charges into the corner and goes for a yakuza kick. But PGJr catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. He then shoves Drake down to the canvas. As Drake rolls back up to his feet, PGJr comes from out of the corner and goes for a Wicked Lariat, but Drake ducks. When PGJr turns around, Drake takes him down with an Ace Cutter. The crowd boos as Drake turns him over and makes the cover.

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Pooler drags Drake off of PGJr to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Hey ref, DQ him! He's not the legal man.

Clement: I didn't hear you calling for a disqualification when Harter broke up the pin earlier on.

As Pooler heads back out onto the apron, Drake picks up PGJr and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then heads over to PGJr's legs, holds them up, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd boos as PGJr holds himself in pain. Drake then brings PGJr back up to his feet. He then hoists PGJr with a double leg pick up and rams him back-first into the corner. Harter then holds PGJr in place as Drake delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. The crowd boos. After Harter lets go, Drake unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes to the face. Each forearm shot sends PGJr slumping down in the corner. Drake then facewashes PGJr before running into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a running facewash to boos from the crowd. He then tags in Harter.

Clement: The Murder have put a halt to Gordon, Jr and Pooler's momentum and have firmly taken control of this match.

Grayson: They are doing to Gordon, Jr exactly what him and Pooler were doing to them early on. Manhandling him. Keeping him in their corner. Keeping the weaker man in the match. This is what they want. They want to slowly pick apart PGJr. They don't want to put him out of his misery. Not yet at least. They want this to be as slow and painful as possible. They get off on this type of stuff.

The crowd boos as Harter gets in and chokes PGJr with his foot. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Harter lets go. He picks up PGJr, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But PGJr kicks him square in the face to cheers from the crowd. As Harter stands up and stumbles back, PGJr runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd. Harter crawls over and makes the cover.

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PGJr gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Gordon, Jr thought he was going to get his team back into this. But Harter just put a stop to those plans.

Clement: But he didn't put him away.

Harter picks up PGJr and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Harter lifts him up and throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to boos from the crowd.

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PGJr gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And again, Pat gets his shoulder up!

Grayson: He should just do the smart thing and stay down. He's doing no one any favors by playing the hero. Especially himself.

Harter goes over and tags Drake back in. Once Drake gets in, The Murder picks up PGJr and whip him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, The Murder knock him down with a double clothesline. The crowd boos as Drake drops down and makes the cover.

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Pooler breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

As Pooler heads out onto the apron, Drake picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. Drake charges into the corner and goes for a lariat. But PGJr dives out of the way, causing Drake to crash into the corner to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Drake misses the clothesline! Gordon may have found his opening. Can he take advantage?

Grayson: Can he even get over and make the tag?

While Drake is dazed, PGJr tries to crawl his way over towards the corner. But Drake dives over, grabs him by the ankle and then drags him towards the center of the ring to boos from the crowd. He then delivers several stomps to the back of the head. He then picks up PGJr and sets him up for a piledriver. But PGJr counters with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. PGJr then drops to his knees.

Clement: And again, Pat Gordon, Jr narrowly escapes what could have been a knock out blow.

Grayson: But again, can he make the tag?

Pooler can be seen jumping up and down on the apron as he extends his arm for the tag. PGJr bends to crawl across the apron. But Drake gets up, scurries over and places him in a front facelock to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Not so fast!

Clement: Drake gets over juuuuust in the nick of time!

Drake tries his best to cut off PGJr. But PGJr continues to will his way towards the corner to cheers from the crowd. Just as PGJr is dangerously close to tagging out, Drake lets go and delivers a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. He then runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, PGJr throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: How close was that?

Grayson: Too close.

PGJr picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Drake goes for a running lariat, but PGJr ducks and runs into the ropes. As both men bounce off opposite set of ropes, they charge at each other and deliver a lariat, knocking each other down to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: They may have just knocked the air right out of each other.

Clement: Can Pat make it over to his corner and tag in Pooler? Does he have anything left in him?

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

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

Both men still appear to be motionless.

Ref: …...FIVE.............. SIX............... SEVEN.........

While Drake is still on his back, PGJr turns over onto all fours and begins to crawl towards his corner. The crowd cheers as Pooler repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle pad. Just as PGJr is about to make the tag, Harter gets into the ring and rushes over. But the ref turns and holds Harter back just as PGJr makes the tag. The crowd cheers as Pooler gets into the ring. He picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Pooler takes him down with the Equilibrium to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as the ref turns around, sees Pooler and orders him back out onto the apron.

Clement: What is the ref doing? Pat made the tag!

Grayson: Yeah, but he didn't see it! Harter distracted the ref just as Gordon made the tag!

The crowd boos as Pooler tries to argue his case, but the ref doesn't want to hear any of it. Harter then goes towards the center of the ring and makes a loud clap. As Drake rolls out of the ring, Drake puts the boots to PGJr to boos from the crowd. After Pooler reluctantly heads back out onto the apron, Harter picks PGJr and goes for a vertical suplex. But PGJr slips down from behind, grabs Harter and deliver a german suplex to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: GORDON! GORDON! GORDON! GORDON! GORDON!

Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr again with a clutch move!

Grayson: But can he make the tag! And make the tag when the ref is looking at him!

Pooler claps his hands in unison with the chants. While Harter clutches the back of his neck in pain, PGJr can be seen clawing his way over towards the corner. Pooler can seen frantically waving PGJr over towards the corner.

Clement: He's almost there! He's almost within reach!

As Harter pulls himself up using the ropes, Pooler reaches his arm out as far as he can. PGJr then leaps over and goes for the tag. But Pooler hops off the apron, letting PGJr land face-first onto the canvas. The cheers have come to a sudden stop and have been replaced with shock and awe.

Clement: What in the.... ? What just happened? Did he slip?

Grayson: I don't think he slipped. I think he did it on purpose.

Clement: Nooooooo, not Pooler. He wouldn't do that! No...... noooo........

As PGJr slowly looks up at Pooler, Pooler smirks as Drake and Harter rush over and stomp the hell out of him to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Nooooooo! Pooler! Nooooooo!

Grayson: Oh yes, Kev. Oh yes!

Pooler stands on the outside with his arms folded as The Murder continue their assault. They pick up PGJr and whip him into the corner. Drake runs into the corner and connects with a yakuza kick. He then moves out of the way as Harter rushes into the corner and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest. PGJr crumbles from out of the corner to boos from the crowd. Drake then picks up PGJr and holds him upside down. After Harter hoists himself up onto the middle rope, he jumps off and grabs PGJr's legs as The Murder deliver a spike piledriver. Pooler can be seen applauding from the outside.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Clement: That son of a.... that.... that SON OF A BITCH Bob Pooler! What in the HELL is the matter with him?

Grayson: What if.... what if this was the plan all along?

Clement: No... nooooooooo......

Harter then picks up PGJr, lifts him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Superunknown" blares throughout the arena to a chorus of boos.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE MURDER!

The crowd continues to boo as Pooler slides into the ring. He slowly makes his way over towards The Murder before embracing them. A downpour of boos washes over all three men.

Clement: Dammit, Pooler! Damn you! Why!? WHY!? WHY!?

Drake and Harter then hold up PGJr. After grabbing PGJr by the throat and taunting him, Pooler takes a few steps back before blasting him in the face with Dr. Teeth, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think I just saw a couple of Pat's teeth fly into the front row.

Clement: This isn't the time for jokes! Bob Pooler has turned on Pat Gordon, Jr! I thought he was his friend! Pat thought he was his friend! he thought He could trust him! We all thought we could trust him! But he may just be the worst of all of them! I can't believe this GARBAGE!

The boos then turn to cheers as Kevin Hardaway races down to the ring.

Clement: Thank God for Kevin Hardaway. Finally, someone who won't turn on Pat Gordon, Jr!

But as soon as he slides into the ring, he gets tackle down by all three members of The Murder. The crowd boos as The Murder drag him towards the ropes. Hardaway tries to resist. But the strength in numbers it too much. Instead of attacking Hardaway, they twist the middle and top ropes together and trap his arms between them. Hardaway grunts and growls as he tries to violently shake himself free. But its to no avail. Pooler goes over to taunt him. But he quickly moves out of the way as Hardaway tries to kick him with his legs. Hardaway is then forced to helpless watch as all three members of The Murder stomp away on PGJr to boos from the crowd.

Clement: This is sick. Come on, dammit! Someone needs to come out here and stop these three!

Grayson: No one wants to get in The Murder's way. They're smarter than that.

Pooler picks up PGJr, hooks his arms, lifts him up and takes him down with Midnight:30. Harter picks him up, grabs him from behind, hoists him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World.

The boos turn to cheers as Johnny Blayze races down to the ring. All three members of The Murder turn towards Blayze, causing Blayze to stop dead in his tracks.

Clement: Johnny Blayze! It's Johnny Blayze!

Grayson: What is he doing?

Clement: Maybe there's some humanity left in Blayze afterall! Maybe some sense has finally been knocked into him! Get in there, Blayze! Get in there and help your FRIEND! He's your friend, Blayze, he's your FRIEND!

Blayze slowly climbs up onto the apron. He looks at PGJr, then The Murder, then back at PGJr, then back at The Murder.

Clement: What is he waiting for? GET IN THERE, BLAYZE!

Blayze turns and scans the crowd. He looks as the crowd is pleading for him to get in the ring and help save PGJr. Blayze slowly turns back towards PGJr. He shakes his head before dropping off the apron. The crowd lets out a disappointing sigh as Blayze turns his back to PGJr. As Blayze heads back up the aisle, the boo birds come back out.

Grayson: Wow. So much for that...

Clement: I thought Blayze was better than that. I thought Blayze was more of a man than that. If the situation was reversed, Pat Gordon, Jr would go to hell and back for him! He would run in there and try to save him even if it was 20 to one. But that Balyze is nothing but a coward. COWARD!

The bell repeatedly sounds as Drake then steps out onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and connects with the Mors Vincit. He gets back up, steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with another Mors Vincit.

Clement: Someone please! Enough's enough!

The bell repeatedly sounds as Drake gets up, steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a third Mords Vincit. The boos are overwhelming as The Murder stands tall over the crippled body of PGJr. FGA official race down to the ring. The office enter the ring and kneel over PGJr, checking in on him. Satisfied with their work, The Murder leave the ring. They walk tall with smirks on their faces as the crowd lets them know just how little they think of them....

[FGA Office]

Backstage in the locker room area we find former FGA Heavyweight Champion, Michael Tomkins, sitting on a bench. His body is arched forwards and full of tension. Both of his hands are covering his face as he stiffly rocks slightly, from side to side. Standing on his right is Dan Thornton, with a stoical stance. Justice Young walks into the shot, looking rather excited to greet the returning talent. Justice quickly raises his microphone to address the audience at home.

Justice: As you all would have heard by now, Form…

Tomkins has at this point nudged Dan Thornton who as motioned towards Justice Young. Thornton stares intently into the eyes of Justice Young, intimidating the interviewer. Tomkins takes the chance to swipe the mic easily from Justice.

Tomkins: Hello, Justice Young. Before we get things started here, I think I should introduce you to Dan Thornton. He is a new member of the roster, and he didn’t get a news bulletin when he signed his contract. This made him slightly irritated. I should warn you that being slightly irritated, he may be inclined to react in a violent fashion. So I suggest you pick your words carefully, Mr Young.

Justice Young looks from Mike to Dan with an expression that a mouse trapped between two cats might have. Tomkins forcefully pushed the mic into Justice Young’s chest, making him take it back.

Justice: You haven’t been around for the past….

Tomkins: We seem to be going in the wrong direction, Justice. Michael Tomkins will not be explaining why he was absent. He won’t be telling any stories or whimsical fortunes that you have come to expect. Where was I? Not here. Why am I back? For the Championship. I don’t care about winning. I don’t care about dominating. All I want is what is rightfully mine. Blaine Harrison was a cheating thief and he stole my Title. I never lost to Blaine. You all have seen proof of this. It’s in his head. He stole my Title. I have come to terms with the fact that I don’t have it now. However, I demand that I have it back. So the FGA will be held to ransom until I receive my Title back. I don’t care what we have to do. Necessities.

Thornton takes the microphone from Justice Young and smashes it against the floor.

Thornton: This interview is over.

Tomkins: Have a nice day, Justice.

Michael Tomkins winks as Young turns quickly on the spot and walks away in a hurry. The former Champion then looks to the camera with a cheery smile on his face.

Tomkins: Back in my castle with my dragon and my magic hat. I will break down the barricade and fend off the guard and eventually find my way to where the phony King stands. When that time comes, the fairy tale is over. The FGA will come back to reality and all will be right again.

[FGA Office]

Pride Championship Match
(c) Kevin Hardaway vs. Chandler Scott

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.

Clement: Chandler Scott's issue with Kevin Hardaway is rooted in nothing but jealousy. He's jealous over the fact that Hardaway, a man that at one time was Public Enemy #1 here, is now respected more than him. He put together a plan to take out Hardaway. When that didn't work, he attacked the man himself. Now, the self-proclaimed True Pride of FGA tries to win the Pride Championship.

Grayson: Chandler Scott is jealous of no one. He is the True Pride of FGA. Hardaway may be the Pride Champion in name. But Chandler is the true champion. He deserves that belt. That belt was made for a man of his stature. He deserves to be called the Pride Champion. And he will win that belt tonight.

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

Clement: You can see the fire burning in Hardaway's eyes. He wants to bring the violence tonight. He wants to rip Chandler apart. He wants to shut his big mouth up for good.

Grayson: That's all well and good. But this match is fought under Pride Rules. So what Hardaway needs to do is keep his anger in check.

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

The crowd cheers.

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 255 pounds...... CHANDLER SCOTT!

The crowd boos as Chandler hops in place.

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

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. The ref calls for both men to step to the center of the ring. After going over the Pride Rules, he gives them the opportunity to shake hands. But Hardaway and Chandler continue to stare holes through each other. The ref then instructs them to head back to their corners. Hardaway takes his championship belt and kisses the center plate. He then hands the belt over to the ref. After the ref holds the belt up to all four sides of the crowd, he hands the belt over to the timekeeper. He asks both men if they're ready. Once they acknowledge that they are, he calls for the bell.

The bell sounds as Hardaway marches across the ring towards Chandler. But Chandler quickly drops and rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh what is this?

Grayson: Chandler will fight when he wants to fight. He's going to make Hardaway wait until he's good and ready.

Clement: He's scared, that's what he is.

After taking his sweet time walking around the ring, Chandler rolls back in, then quickly rolls back to the outside. The crowd boos.

Clement: For crying out loud, Chandler!

Frustrated with Chandler's antics, Hardaway rolls to the outside and begins to give chase to cheers from the crowd. After a lap around the ring, Chandler rolls back into the ring. As soon as Hardaway slides in, Chandler begins to stomp away at him to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And Hardaway just fell right into his trap. Chandler's so smart, taking advantage of Hardaway's short temper. Though I have to admit, it isn't that great of a feat to set off a ticking timebomb like Hardaway.

Chandler reaches down, picks up Hardaway, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Hardaway around, Chandler delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Hardaway, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he knocks down Chandler with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Hardaway throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a hip toss. But Hardaway blocks it, delivering a punch to the midsection that doubles him over and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Hardaway picks up Chandler, cups him by the back of the neck with both hands and moves him back towards the corner while delivering alternating knee strikes to the face. After a jumping knee strike, Chandler stumbles back into the corner. Hardaway heads into the corner and delivers a series of stiff kicks to the chest. After delivering another kick, Chandler clutches his chest in pain as he stumbles out of the corner. But Hardaway grabs him and shoves him back into the corner. Hardaway unleashes another series of stiff kicks to the chest to cheers from the crowd. Each kick sends Chandler slumping down in the corner. Once Chandler is down, Hardaway delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. The crowd cheers. He then chokes Chandler with his foot while pulling down on the top rope for leverage. The ref gives Chandler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Hardaway lets go. He then warns Hardaway about using the choke. But Hardaway ignores him. After picking Chandler back up, Hardaway takes him and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway charges across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow from Chandler. The crowd boos as Hardaway stumbles back. Chandler then makes his way from out of the corner and bounces against the ropes. When he comes back, Chandler goes for a running forearm strike. But Hardaway ducks, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler kicks out again. But so far, Hardaway has controlled the early going of this match.

Grayson: I thought that Hardaway would be unable to control himself. And I'm sure that Chandler wished that were the case. But Hardaway has been able to control himself and has literally kicked the crap out of Chandler thus far.

Hardaway picks him up, snapmares him over and delivers series shoot kicks to the back to cheers from the crowd. Chandler can be seen arching his back in pain. While Chandler is still sitting in pain, Hardaway heads into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the Bakatare Sliding Kick to cheers from the crowd. But before Hardaway can turn over and make the cover, Chandler rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler now wisely heading to the outside.

Grayson: Yeah, Hardaway has those lethal kicks. Those "educated feet" as some people would call them. This match has quickly turned in Hardaway's favor. It's a wise move by Chandler to put on the brakes.

As Chandler tries to take a breather, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When Chandler turns around, Hardaway charges forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks him down with the GTFO~! to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY!

Clement: But what wasn't wise was turning his back to Hardaway! And K-Hard just made him pay.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and rolls him into the ring. After climbing onto the apron, Hardaway waits for Chandler to get up. When Chandler turns around, Hardaway connects with a springboard dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Hardaway picks up Chandler, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a series of shoot kicks to the chest, Hardaway takes Chandler and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Chandler stumbles from out of the corner, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he goes for a bulldog. But Chandler shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler scoops him up. But Hardaway counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. As both men get up, Hardaway nails Chandler with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Chandler is doubled over, Hardaway grabs him and goes for a vertical suplex. But Chandler blocks it, lifts up Hardaway and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Finally Chandler is able to get a break in this match.

Clement: And he's got Hardaway in a bad spot right here.

While Hardaway is hung across the top rope, Chandler runs over and nails him with a high knee lift, sending Hardaway tumbling to the floor to boos from the crowd. Chandler rolls to the outside. He picks up Hardaway and slams his head into the apron. After rolling Hardaway back into the ring, Chandler rolls himself back in. He picks up Hardaway, delivers a double leg pick up and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Chandler repeatedly nails Hardaway with shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then unleashes a series of stiff forearm strikes to the face. Chandler then takes Hardaway and whips him into the opposite corner. Chandler runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. After Chandler stumbles back, he shakes it off and runs right back into the corner. This time, Hardaway nails him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway charges from out of the corner, hops onto Chandler's shoulders and falls back for a hurricanrana. But Chandler hoists Hardaway back up, spins around and throws him down with the Valediction to the shock of the crowd.

Grayson: Yes!

Clement: Chandler just delivered that spinning sitdown powerbomb out of nowhere! Could this be enough?

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chandler turns and looks at the ref in shock.

Grayson: What?

Clement: Chandler can't believe it, either!

Chandler soon snaps out of it. He quickly picks up Hardaway, lifts him up onto his shoulders, spins and throws him down wit the Valediction to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

Hardaway – 0
Scott – 1

Clement: And just like that, Chandler is up 1-0 on Hardaway. And now it's do or die for the champion.

Grayson: All the pressure is on him now. To his credit, Hardaway has been down in nearly every Pride Championship Match he's been in after the first fall. However, he was laying into Chandler with those kicks. I mean he was kicking the hell out of him. But in an instant, Chandler was able to shift the tide and get up 1-0 on him.

Chandler paces back and forth as Hardaway lays on his back in pain. Hardaway starts to turn over and pulls himself up using the ropes. Once the rest period ends, Chandler comes up from behind and nails him with a series of clubbing shots to the back. The crowd boos as Chandler brings Hardaway into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. Chandler hooks Hardaway's arm over the top rope and delivers several headbutts to it. The crowd boos as Hardaway clutches his arm in pain. Chandler then steps through the ropes, takes the arm and then drops down off the apron, dropping the arm across the top rope. The crowd boos as Hardaway clutches his arm in pain.

Clement: Chandler now going after the arm. I'm not sure how wise that is, especially after Hardaway spent the majority of this match attacking him with various kicks. You'd think he'd try to take the legs out for at the very least keep this match on the ground.

Grayson: True. But if Chandler works over the arm enough and if Hardaway gets hurt, he can't pick up Chandler for that Asylum Bomb. He won't be able to pick up Chandler for that End of Heartache.

Chandler rolls back into the ring. He goes over, grabs Hardaway and throws him down with a hammerlock scoop slam. The crowd boos as Hardaway clutches his arm in pain. Chandler reaches down, picks him back up and throws him down with another hammerlock scoop slam. The crowd boos. Chandler then rolls to the outside, reaches into the ring, grabs Hardaway by the wrist and yanks him hard shoulder-first into the post post. The crowd boos as Chandler repeatedly takes the arm and swings it hard against the ring post. Hardaway clutches his arm while he groans in pain. The crowd continues to boos as Chandler rolls back into the ring and stomps away on the arm.

Clement: That arm has to be in pain right now.

Grayson: You think? Did you heard the thud when Chandler kept throwing that arm against the ring post?

As Chandler picks up Hardaway, Hardaway shoves him away with his good arm. As Chandler comes back over towards him, Hardaway nails him with a shoot kick to the chest. He then nails Chandler with another shoot kick... and another. The crowd cheers. Hardaway then takes Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chandler counters with with a hammerlock DDT. The crowd boos as Chandler turns over and keylocks the arm.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Clement: Nice counter there by Chandler.

Grayson: And did you see how he keylocked the arm when he went for the pin? It looks like he's taking a page out of his buddy Preston Blake's book with this strategy.

Clement: Preston's well known for targeting the arm. Maybe Preston taught Chandler a thing or two before the match.

As Chandler picks up Hardaway, Hardaway nails him with several punches to the midsection using his good arm. But his comeback is stopped with an eye rake to boos from the crowd. The ref then gives Chandler a warning for the eye rake. Chandler grabs a hold of Hardaway and goes for a vertical suplex. But Hardaway blocks it. Chandler tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Hardaway blocks it. He then nails Chandler with several punches to the ribs. Once Chandler lets go, Hardaway delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection. After Chandler slips down into a sitting position, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running soccer kick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

After Hardaway picks up Chandler, he nails him with a shoot kick to the right leg. He then nails him with a shoot kick to the left leg. Hardaway then goes for a roundhouse kick. But Chandler catches his foot. He then spins Hardaway around. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler jumps up and takes him down with a double knee armbreaker. The crowd boos as Hardaway clutches his arm in pain. Chandler then picks up Hardaway, lifts him up across his shoulders and delivers an inverted shoulderbeaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and scoops him up across his shoulder. He then makes his way across the ring and delivers a running shoulderbreaker to boos from the crowd. Chandler makes the cover.

Grayson: That's got to be it.

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Hardaway kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Not quite!

Chandler sits up Hardaway and applies a Buffalo Sleeper. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. When Hardaway refuses to quit, Chandler jerks back on the arm. After a few, the ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. When Hardaway refuses to quit, Chandler jerks back on the arm again to boos from the crowd. Hardaway slowly turns over onto his knees. He then slowly gets up to his feet. After nailing Chandler with a knee strike to the midsection, Hardaway sends Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway takes him down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway runs over and nails him with a running headbutt to cheers from the crowd. Chandler stumbles back into the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Chandler comes back and nails Hardaway with a stiff forearm strike to boos from the crowd. Hardaway stumbles back. After bouncing off the ropes. Hardaway comes back and nails Chandler with another running headbutt. The crowd cheers as Chandler stumbles back. After bouncing off the ropes, Chandler comes back and nails Hardaway with another stiff forearm strike. The crowd boos as Hardaway stumbles back. After bouncing off the ropes, Hardaway comes back and nails him with a European Uppercut using his good arm. The crowd cheers as Chandler stumbles back. After bouncing off the ropes, Chandler comes back to attack Hardaway. But Hardaway knocks him down with a rolling koppu kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: So close! I thought Hardaway had him.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Hardaway charges into the corner, but Chandler nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd boos as Chandler hammerlocks his arms before throwing him shoulder-first into the ring post. The loud thud upon impact can be heard throughout the building. He then moves a doubled over Hardaway out of the way. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Chandler grabs Hardaway by the arm and delivers a tornado singe arm DDT to boos from the crowd. Hardaway can be heard groaning in pain after an audible pop can be heard. Chandler then crawls over and makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Hardaway looks to be in a lot of pain now. Even moreso than he was before.

Clement: Chandler really may have hurt that arm after that last move.

Chandler picks up Hardaway, hammerlocks his arm and follows up with a bridging northern slights suplex to boos from the crowd.

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Hardaway gets his good shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Frustrated, Chandler slaps his hands three times at the ref.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and scoops him up across his shoulders. He then goes for a running powerslam. But Hardaway slips down from behind and shoves Chandler into the corner. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Hardaway nails him with a Decap Lariat using his bad arm. The crowd cheers. But Hardaway can be seen rolling around clutching his arm in immense pain.

Clement: Hardaway connected with the Decap Lariat!

Grayson: But look at him! He's in pain! He used the bad arm!

Clement: He may have used the bad arm, but that's the type of warrior Hardaway is. He'll do something that will hurt himself if it means putting the other man away.

As Hardaway gets up and clutches his arm in pain, Chandler grabs him from behind and applies the Crossface Chickenwing to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There it is!

Clement: Crossface! He's got the Crossface locked on! Chandler taking a page out of Preston's book with the Crossface Chickenwing!

Chandler cinches in the hold as Hardaway can be heard groaning in pain. Chandler tries to bring him down to the mat. But Hardaway fights it off. The crowd cheers for Hardaway, stomping their feet and chanting his name. Meanwhile, Chandler taunts him and repeatedly yells at him to tap. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up, but Hardaway refuses to quit. So Chandler begins to swing Hardaway violently from side to side.

Clement: Hardaway is fighting back with everything he's got!

Grayson: But at what cost!?

The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. So out of anger, Chandler takes Hardaway and delivers a chickenwing suplex to boos from the crowd. Chandler then gets up as Hardaway's limp body lays on the canvas. He goes over, picks up Hardaway, lifts him up, spins around and throws him down with the Valediction to boos from the crowd. Chandler makes the cover.

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"Ride of the Valkyries" blares throughout the building to a downpour of boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEW Pride Champion, CHANDLER SCOTT![/b]

Chandler gets up as Madison heads into the ring. Se takes the belt and hands it over to Chandler. The two hug as the crowd boos.

Clement: Chandler Scott has done it! Chandler has defeated Kevin Hardaway to become the new Pride Champion!

Grayson: The True Pride is finally officially recognized as the Pride Champion. How great is this?

Clement: Speaking of great, how about the courage of Hardaway? How about that man's fighting?

Grayson: Yeah, yeah, he put up a good fight, who cares! Let's hear it for the new champion!

Madison raises Chandler's arm to boos from the crowd. Chandler then turns as he sees the ref trying to help Hardaway up to his feet. So Chandler runs over and shoves the ref out of the way. He then takes Hardaway and throws him down with a scoop slam. Chandler then drops down into a cross armbar.

Clement: What the hell is he doing? he won the match already?

Grayson: Okay, so?

Clement: SO!?

The bell sounds as Chandler repeatedly jerks back, hyperextending Hardaway's arm to boos from the crowd. Hardaway can be heard groaning in immense pain as Chandler snaps his arm. But he doesn't let go. He continues to keep the hold applied as the bell repeatedly sounds.

Clement: Dammit, someone come down here and stop this!

The boos engulf the building as Chandler keeps the cross armbar applied. Just then, several officials and referees race down to the ring. After getting into the ring, they physically pry Chandler off of Hardaway. As Chandler gets up and is reprimanded by some of the officials, the others attend to an injured Hardaway. Hardaway curls up in pain as he clutches his arm. Chandler takes a look over at the damage that he's caused and smirks. He then shoves one of the officials out of the way before kneeling down next to Hardaway. Chandler takes the Pride Championship belt and taunts Hardaway by rubbing it into his face.

Crowd: CHANDLER SUCKS! CHANDLER SUCKS! CHANDLER SUCKS! CHANDLER SUCKS!

Chandler then stands up before delivering one last stomp to the arm. Hardaway twitches as he clutches his arm in pain. Both Chandler and Madison finally exit the ring. The boos continue as Chandler walks up the aisle holding his newly won Pride Championship in the air.

Clement: Absolutely disgusting behavior by Chandler Scott. Absolutely disgusting! That's not what the Pride Championship stands for! He calls himself the True Pride? I'm actually embarrassed that that man is a title holder again. He knows better than that!

Grayson: I think Chandler did what he had to do. And that was prove a point to everyone in FGA Nation.

Clement: Really, and what's that?

Grayson: Hardaway can't hold a candle to him!

Clement: You're nearly as bad as he is.

Grayson: Whatever. Hardaway wanted violence? Well, he just had the violence brought to him!

[FGA Office]

Wayne Carruthers: Boston! Where are all my Wayniacs at?! Because tonight is the night! Tonight, we're determining the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble and crowning the newest number one contender for the FGA Championship. And trust me, I'm letting it be known for the other two dozen guys and gals in this match that they better prepare themselves for the "Wild Thing"... They better get ready because fury will be unleashed... And when the dust settles down to the ground, you'll be looking at me, the guy in front of the line, Wayne Carruthers. Now someone go tell a Chris to shine that belt...

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Dom Harter: Finally the night has arrived, the Gold Rush Rumble is here and I have have the chance to earn myself a shot at the FGA Heavyweight Championship. All I have to do is outlast seventeen of the toughest opponents that they could find for me. Sixteen opponents who are dumb enough to get in the ring with Malcolm Drake and myself ... Heh, this truly is a feast for crows.

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[Where most other members of the FWA roster are giving their thoughts for the Gold Rush Rumble, instead Cherry Baum is waiting with a piece of paper in hand]

Cherry: Given how J-K is so focused on preparing for the match, he gave me this brief statement.

[Cherry looks at the piece of paper]

Cherry: "Much as I hate to deny the Frontier Wrestling Arts fans a little dose of Karma, I have a Gold Rush Rumble to prepare for so a better use of my thirty seconds is to stay focused, and when I hit that ring I won't be distracted and I can toss the slackers, the deadbeats, the losers and the dweebs to the floor and prove how much the Gold Rush Rumble means to me. Ciao."

***

The camera cuts to Alexia Brandt, in full ring gear in front of the FGA banner. As she adjusts the tape around her wrists, she speaks to the camera, the excitement in her eyes betraying the pre-match adrenaline rush she's on.

Alexia: Here we are, finally, the Gold Rush Rumble. We all know the rules, the number of participants, and most of all the prize for the last one standing. Every single athlete who is going to step between those ropes has had these things running through their head for weeks, trying to find an edge; some advantage that will ensure their victory and that precious #1 Contendership.

For me, there is no advantage. I'm coming into this match with probably the worst odds out of anyone. Not only am I new to FGA, but I'm new to this sport. The Gold Rush Rumble is a match that requires a well-rounded skillset, and I'll be the first to admit I haven't developed that yet. I don't blame the fans or the experts for counting me out before the bell, there's too much going against me.

There's one thing that I've got though, and that's a drive to win. See, to win the Gold Rush Rumble means more than just a fat purse and a title shot. To be the last one standing out of 18 othe people, that earns you something far greater.

Respect.

Respect not just from the head office and everyone in the back, but respect from the fans, the people who truly pay our cheques and keep up coming back to the ring.

I got into this sport to get that respect, to show everyone that women need to be seen as equals when they step into the ring. If winning the Gold Rush Rumble is the way to do it, you can believe that I'm not going to let anything stand in my way. I'm going to make my debut one to talk about for years to come, how I faced the best in Frontier Grappling Arts, came out on top, and showed the entire wrestling world what it means to Fight Like a Girl.

***

We see Johnny Blayze in his black leather pants and no t-shirt as he stands backstage in front of an "Only The Strong Survive" banner preparing for the Gold Rush Rumble later in the night. He stokes his goatee as he begins to speak.

Blayze: Gold Rush Rumble...the biggest opportunity for me here in FGA. But it's not the future shot at the FGA Championship that I am hunting for. No...no...no...I'll leave that brass ring for the fools.

What I am to do tonight in the Gold Rush Rumble is to send a message. A message to the Dom Harter and Chandler Scotts of the FGA roster....guys who think this match is a cakewalk for them...

I am not the same Johnny Blayze that lost to Zero or to Santa Claus. Hell, I'm not even the same Johnny Blayze who waltzed right over Danielle Tyler.

So make all your jokes at my expense but tonight...

Blayze gets real close to the camera so only his eyes are seen by the viewer.

Blayze: I'm having the last laugh.

And fade.

[FGA Office]

Gold Rush Rumble

Cruz: The following contest... is the Gold Rush Rumble!

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Cruz: Over the course of the afternoon, several FGA grapplers drew numbers at random. The first two grapplers will enter the ring. Every 90 seconds, another grappler will enter the ring. The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and having both feet hit the floor. The winner of this contest will be declared the 2013 Gold Rush Rumble winner and will receive an FGA Championship Match on May 12!

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Cruz: Now let us find out who drew number one....

Grayson: Who is it? Who is it?

[The arena is bathed in a warm glow of orange and red lights as the sheer epicness of John Paul Jones’ drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp, still wearing his Yankees jersey, with Cherry Baum stands beside him his a microphone in hand]

Grayson: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Clement: Johnny Karma, this conceited loudmouth from New York has drawn number one. Karma better hope he's as good as he says he is. Because that's the only way he's going to make it to the end.

Cherry: People of Boston, at last there isn’t a trades descriptions violation by calling this a “super” show as the first, the only, and the greatest superstar in Frontier Wrestling Arts is here, and tonight he weighs in at a buff, tough, just can’t get enough 233lbs – he is…JOHNNY KARMA!!!

[Cherry hands Johnny K the mic, as he approaches the ring]

Karma: Ladies and…ladies of Boston, welcome aboard the maiden flight of Karmic Airways, where the pilots are the coolest, manliest men you ever met, the flight attendants are careful and attentive…

[Cherry hops on the spot at the compliment]

Karma: …and the passengers are treated like luggage. So sit back, relax, and may I remind everyone else involved in the match that the emergency exits are situated all around them, and if they want to take to the air all they have to do is give me a reason to fly.

[Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before removing the Yankees jersey and taking a running start to slide into the ring]

Dan Thornton comes down to ringside and sets at the table next to Grayson and Clement. He is offered a headset, which he humbly accepts. Grayson and Clement welcome him, to which he merely says “thanks.”

Clement: Dan Thorton, one of the newest members of the FGA roster. Dan, what brings you down here?

Thorton: ...........

Grayson: Who is your pick to win this thing?

Thorton: .............

Grayson: You don't like talking much, do you?

Thorton: ............

Grayson: Alrighty then.....

Cruz: Now let us find out who drew number two...

Grayson: Who could it be? Who could it be?

"Zero" plays as Zero heads to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: It's a man that Karma is very familiar with. Zero!

Grayson: Let me tell you something. Karma wiped the mat with him a couple of weeks back. And now he's going to send him soaring over the top rope.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They inch over towards each other and lock up. After jockeying for position, Karma places Zero in a side headlock. After a bit of a struggle, Zero shoves Karma off of him and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he knocks Zero down with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. As Karma runs into the ropes, Zero kips back up to his feet. When Karma comes back, he knocks down Zero with another running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. He then heads into the ropes as Zero kips back up. When Karma comes back, he knocks Zero back down with yet another running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. As Karma runs into the ropes, Zero kips back up. When Karma comes back, Zero side steps, grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers are premature as Karma lands safely on the apron. As Zero holds his arms up in the air, Karma pulls himself back in under the bottom rope. He then gets up, runs, grabs Zero from behind and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor (Zero – ELIMINATED).

Grayson: Thanks for playing, Zero!

Cherry Baum applauds from the outside as Karma circles the ring with his arms held out and a big smile plastered across his face.

Clement: Karma makes short work of Zero. But he better gets focused as the third entrant is right around the corner.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#3 - Jake Winchester step through the curtain and makes his way down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Well well, if it isn't Old Man Winter. I mean Winchester. Isn't it a little late for him? I thought his bed time was five hours ago?

After climbing onto the apron and stepping into the ring, Winchester nearly gets clotheslined out by Karma. But Winchester ducks the move. When Karma turns around, he gets lit up with a series of right hands to the face from Winchester. The vet then delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. Winchester grabs a hold of Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. As Karma stumbles out, Winchester brings him down with a big back body drop. The crowd cheers. As Karma gets up, Winchester runs over and knock him down with a shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. As Karma gets up, Winchester grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Winchester goes for a clothesline. But Karma ducks. When Winchester turns around, he gets nailed in the face with Check Your Chiclets. The crowd boos as the attack sends Winchester stumbling back into the ropes. While Winchester is dazed, Karma runs over and delivers a clothesline, sending him over the top rope and to the floor to boos from the crowd. (Jake Winchester – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: See you later, Winchester. I hope he didn't break his hip on the way down. You know, the elderly and their fragile bones....

Clement: I'll give Karma credit. He's been impresses thus far. But who knows who is on the other side of that curtain.

Karma heads into the corner, climbs up onto the top rope and sits down. He pretends to be looking at his watch as the crowd boos.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#4 - Braydon “The Bull” Jones steps through the curtain and makes his way down to the ring to cheers from the crowd. Karma wisely slips down from off the top turnbuckle and waits for Braydon in the center of the ring.

Clement: And here comes The Bully!

Grayson: Boy, they don't get any smaller, huh?

Clement: Nope. And it's only going to get tougher from here on out.

After climbing up onto the apron, Braydon steps through the ropes. He and Karma then circle the ring. The two then lock up. After jockeying for position, Braydon shoves Karma into the ropes to cheers from the crowd. Realizing where he is, Karma quickly scurries away from the ropes. He then inches back over and locks up with Braydon. After jockeying for position, Braydon shoves Karma down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Karma rolls to the outside. He goes over to Cherry who cups her hands around her mouth and whispers something into his ear. One of the ref's on the outside instructs Karma to get back into the ring. But both Karma and Cherry shoo him away.

Clement: What is he doing? get back in the ring.

Grayson: For what? There's no count out. There's no disqualification. He can do whatever he wants.

Braydon stands with his hands on his hips, waiting impatiently for Karma to get back in the ring. Fed up with waiting, Braydon steps through the ropes and hops down to the outside. Karma turns and sees Braydon approaching him, so Karma takes off. The crowd cheers as Braydon proceeds to chase Karma around the ring. After completing a lap, Karma slides back into the ring. After Braydon rolls back in and gets up to his feet, Karma tries to surprise him with Check Your Chiclets. But Braydon catches his foot. The crowd cheers as Braydon wags his finger at Karma. He then spins Karma around. When Karma comes back, Braydon goes for a big boot. But Karma catches his foot. The crowd boos as Karma gives Braydon a taste of his own medicine by taunting him. He then delivers an an inverted atomic drop. While Braydon is doubled over, Karma grabs him, runs and tries to toss him over the top rope. But it's to no avail. So Karma nails him in the midsection, wraps his arms around his left leg and tries to lift him over the top rope. Braydon fights back. So Karma reaches down and hoists up Braydon, sending him over the top rope and to the floor (Braydon Jones – ELIMINATED)

Clement: And ANOTHER elimination by Johnny Karma!

Grayson: Don't act so surprised. I know you're in the presence of greatness and all. But sheesh.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#5 – Santa Claus is accompanied to the ring by Mrs. Claus to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh come on!

Clement: Christmas may very well come early as Gool ol Saint Nick comes down to the ring with Mrs. Claus.

As Santa climbs up onto the apron, Karma runs over and nails him with a series of right hands to the face. But Santa shoves him down to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets right back up and attacks, clubbing away at Santa. But Santa shoves him right back down. As Karma gets up, he dives over and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. After hitting two more shoulder thrusts through the ropes, Karma grabs Santa and goes for a suplex. But Santa doesn't budge. So Karma tightens his grip and tries another suplex. But again, Santa doesn't budge. Karma begins to look around concerned. Before he can attempt to lift up Santa, Santa lifts him up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: No, no, no, no , no....

But the cheers turn to boos as Karma nails Santa with a knee to the head on the way up, forcing Santa to drop him back down into the ring.

Grayson: Phew!

Clement: Karma barely escaped being eliminated! But what in the world was he thinking? I don't know what was worse, the fact that he was trying to suplex Santa INTO the ring. Or the fact that he was trying to suplex a man that's 500 pounds.

Grayson: Oh, you mean the same 500 pounder that's the Junior Heavyweight Champion of the UWL?

As Santa steps through the ropes, Karma goes over and tries to kick away at his leg. But Santa grabs Karma and delivers a headbutt, sending Karma stumbling down to the canvas. As Santa approaches him, Karma gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Santa catches him in mid air. The crowd cheers as Santa carries him around the ring. Karma can be heard yelling at Santa to put him down. So Santa obliges by throwing him down with a hard bodyslam. The crowd cheers as Santa delivers an elbow drop. Santa gets up, lifts up his leg and drops a leg across his chest to cheers from the crowd. Santa then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping bodysplash to cheers from the crowd. A “SANTA! SANTA! SANTA!” chant breaks out as Karma can be seen clutching his midsection in pain.

Clement: Karma now is looking worse for wear. He controlled this Rumble early on. But now he looks to be in a bad way.

Grayson: C'mon Karma, roll to the outside.

Santa picks up Karma and scoops him up across his shoulder. He then runs towards the ropes. But before he can launch Karma to the outside, Karma slips down from behind and shoves Santa into the ropes. When Santa comes back, Karma nails him with a double ax handle. Karma runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Santa with a double ax handle, sending Santa stumbling back. Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with another running double ax handle, sending Santa stumbling back. Karma then runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running high knee, sending Santa stumbling into the ropes. While Santa is dazed, Karma goes for a clothesline. But Santa ducks and dumps Karma over the top rope with a fireman's carry takeover to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma lands safely on the apron. Santa then turns around as Karma pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes. So Santa charges and goes to knock Karma off the apron. But Karma grabs the top rope and drops down on the apron, sending Santa tumbling over the top rope and to the floor to boos from the crowd (Santa Claus – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: Have a Holly Jolly Christmas you Fat Bastard!

Karma rolls back into the ring, hops up onto the top turnbuckle and then lays across the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#6 - A downpour of boos can be heard as Bob Pooler walks down the aisle. Pooler looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face. Karma quickly slips down to the canvas and waits for him in the ring.

Clement: Look at Bob Pooler. He's so proud of himself. he thinks its funny what he did to Pat Gordon, Jr earlier on.

Grayson: He's not the only one.

Pooler cautiously climbs up onto the apron. He then slowly steps through the ropes as he never takes his eyes off of Karma. Once in, the two circle the ring. They then head towards the center of the ring and go to lock up. But Pooler ducks the collar and elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. Karma quickly elbows Pooler in the face, performs a standing switch and applies a hammerlock from behind. But Pooler is able to lean forward and reverse into a hammerlock of his own. He repeatedly jerks the arm, causing Karma to wince in pain. He then transitions into a side headlock. Karma tries to break free, but it's to no avail. Pooler then brings him to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. Karma quickly counters with a leg scissors headlock. But Pooler is able to escape with a kip up. After Karma scrambles to his feet, Pooler runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Karma ducks and quickly applies a waistlock from behind. Pooler tries to elbow him in the face with both arms. But Karma is able to avoid the elbows. He quickly transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Karma jerks the arm, causing Pooler to cringe in pain. In a split second, Karma spins Pooler around and plants him with Instant Karma to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What a move by Karma!

Karma picks up Pooler, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Karma grabs him by the legs and tries to dump him over the top rope. But Pooler hangs onto the top ropes for dear life. He then lets go of one of the ropes and rakes Karma across the eyes, forcing Karma to drop him. As Karma stumbles away from the corner, Pooler runs from out of the corner, jumps up and delivers the Equilibrium to boos from the crowd.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#7 – The crowd erupts with a monstrous ovation as Pat Gordon, Jr down to the ring.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: IT'S PAT GORDON, JR! PAT GORDON, JR IS RUNNING TO THE RING!

Pooler's eyes widen in shock as PGJr slides into the ring. He gets up, darts over to Pooler and spears him down to cheers from the crowd. He then places Pooler in a headlock with one hand and rapidly punches him in the face with the other. He then picks up Pooler, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20!

The crowd cheers as Pooler looks like he's seeing stars. PGJr turns him around in the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches Pooler as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!

The crowd cheers as PGJr reaches down and gnaws away at Pooler's forehead. Pooler can be heard screaming in pain as he flails his arms. PGJr lets go, raises his fist in the air and punches Pooler again as the crowd counts along.

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

Pooler reaches up and low blows PGJr to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: HELLO! Patty is going to be hitting those high notes tonight.

While PGJr is doubled over in pain, Pooler steps out from underneath him and shoves him over the top rope. PGJr quickly grabs the top rope on the way down. He kicks his legs wildly as he tries to hang on for dear life. Thankfully, he's able to lift himself up onto the apron and rolls back in under the bottom rope.

Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr barely saving himself from the brink of elimination.

As PGJr gets up, Pooler nails him with a punch to the face. After picking PGJr up, Pooler whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Pooler goes for a clothesline. But PGJr ducks. When Pooler turns around, PGJr decks him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but PGJr decks him with another punch. The crowd cheers. As Pooler gets up, PGJr lifts him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#8 – Malcolm Drake steps through the curtain and slowly walks down the aisle to a downpour of boos.

Grayson: Oooooooooh, now it's getting good!

Clement: This is bad news for Pat Gordon, Jr. Not only is Karma still in there. But now he's about to be in there with two members of The Murder.

PGJr sees Drake coming. So PGJr rolls to the outside and races up the aisle. The two men collide and unleash a flurry of right hands to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Gordon isn't waiting for Drake to hit the ring!

The two men exchange blows until PGJr gains the upperhand. He nails Drake with a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Drake and whips him hard into the barricade. The crowd cheers as Drake crumbles to the floor. PGJr goes over, holds up Drake's legs, spreads them apart and delivers a punch to the groin to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as PGJr gets knocked down from behind with a clothesline by Pooler. Pooler picks up PGJr and throws him down with a scoop slam. After Drake pulls himself up using the barricade, The Murder proceed to stomp away at him to boos from the crowd. Drake and Pooler then pick up PGJr before rolling him into the ring. As Drake and Pooler climb up onto the apron, PGJr gets up and nails Pooler with a right hand. He turns and nails Drake with a right hand. He then nails Pooler with a punch, followed by a punch to Drake to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma nails PGJr with a double ax handle smash to the back of the neck.

The Murder pick up PGJr and throw him into the corner. The two men go over and mudhole stomp PGJr down in the corner. Drake chokes PGJr while pulling down on the top rope to boos from the crowd. Once he lets go, Pooler chokes PGJr while pulling down on the top rope to boos from the crowd. Drake picks up PGJr and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As PGJr stumbles out, The Murder deliver a double back body drop to boos from the crowd.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#9 – The crowd cheers as Jason Richards storms down to the ring.

Clement: The hunt is on as The American Wolf has his sights set on everyone in that ring.

After climbing up onto the apron, Richards springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and knocks Pooler down with a dropkick from behind to cheers from the crowd. As Richards gets up, Drake runs over and goes for a lariat. But Richards ducks. When Drake turns around, Richards nails him with alternating shoot kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the chest that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. Karma runs over and goes for a clothesline, but Richards ducks. When Karma turns around, Richards nails him with alternating shoot kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. When Richards turns around, Pooler charges at him. But Richards counters with a spinning back kick that doubles him over. After tossing Pooler into the corner, Richards unleashes a flurry of shoot kicks to the chest to cheers from the crowd. Each kick sends Pooler slumping down in the corner. Richards reaches down, picks up Pooler and whips him into the opposite corner. Richards charges into the corner and connects with a flying forearm strike. The crowd cheers. He then brings Pooler from out of the corner and sets him up for a double underhook suplex. But Drake rakes him across the eyes from behind to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Once again, a member of The Murder attacking from behind.

Grayson: It's the Gold Rush Rumble!

Drake brings Richards into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Richards around, Drake chokes him with both hands to boos from the crowd. In the opposite corner, Pooler unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to the chest of PGJr. After looking back at each other, The Murder go to whip their opponents into each other. But PGJr reverses, sending Pooler towards the center of the ring where he gets turned inside out by a lariat from Richards. The crowd cheers.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#10 – Alexia Brandt makes her way to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Hey now!

Clement: And here is The Third Wave Threat, making her FGA in-ring debut. Her being an unknown could very well turn out to be an advantage for her.

Back in the ring, PGJr runs over and spears Drake down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. He mounts himself on top of Drake and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. As Alexia enters the ring, Karma nails her with a double ax handle smash to the back. He then takes Brandt and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He then grabs her by the legs and tries to dump her over the top rope. But Brandt counters by reaching back and punching Karma in the face until Karma lets go. On the other side of the ring, PGJr grabs Drake by the hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas to cheers from the crowd. He then gets off of Drake, pulls him back up to his feet, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd. (Malcolm Drake – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: No!

Clement: Looks like crows don't fly after all!

As Drake gets up and turns around, PGJr knocks him down with a vaulting body press to cheers from the crowd. (Pat Gordon, Jr – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: What in the world? He just eliminated himself!

Clement: You think he cares about a title? After everything that happened to him tonight, the last thing on his mind is winning the Gold Rush Rumble.

Back in the ring, Pooler delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection of Richards. He then brings Richards from out of the corner and goes for a suplex. But Richards counters, delivers a suplex of his own, turns over, pulls up Pooler and delivers a northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. On the other side of the ring, Karma slams Brandt's head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Karma delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building.

Outside the ring, PGJr picks up Drake, runs and slams his head against the ring post, sending Drake stumbles around ringside before falling to the floor. The crowd cheers. PGJr then picks up Drake, runs over and tosses him over the barricade and into the crowd. The crowd cheers. After climbing over the barricade, PGJr frantically motions for a fan to get out of their seat. Once the fan is out of the seat, PGJr grabs the chair, folds it up and nails Drake over the head with it. The crowd boos as Drake stumbles through the crowd. When he turns around, PGJr runs over and nails him in the head with another chair shot. This time, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. As Drake turns over onto all fours, PGJr takes the chair and repeatedly nails Drake across the back with it.

Grayson: Someone stop this!

Clement: No, keep it going! he deserves this after everything him and The Murder did to Pat earlier tonight!

After bringing her from out of the corner, Karma whips her into the ropes. But Brandt counters with the Rape Whistle to cheers from the crowd. After picking up Karma, Brandt nails him with a forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike, followed by another forearm strike, followed by another elbow strike. As Karma is dazed, Brandt runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Karma nearly knocks her head off with Check Your Chiclets to boos from the crowd.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#11 – Anton Chase jogs down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Anton Chase makes his way to the ring at #11. But he has a huge target on his back after his recent attacks on Jason Richards.

As soon as Chase gets in the ring, Richards charges over and knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Chase gets up, but Richards knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Richards goes for another clothesline. But Chase ducks. When Richards turns around, Chase delivers a fireman's carry lift into a pele kick. The crowd boos. Chase then motions for Pooler to come over and help him. Pooler obliges as the two put the boots to Richards to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Figures that Pooler would be quick to double team someone. The man has probably never stood on his own two feet in his life.

Grayson: You've really soured on him, haven't you?

Clement: After what he did to Pat tonight, he deserves everything he gets.

Outside the ring, PGJr turns and sees someone wearing a Murder t-shirt. So PGJr decks him to cheers from the crowd. After ripping the shirt off the fan, PGJr twirls it up, goes over to Drake and chokes him from behind to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: He cant do that! He just punched a fan!

Clement: Guess what? He doesn't care.

Back in the ring, Karma is trying to dump Brandt over the top rope with a fireman's carry. But Brandt blocks by holding onto the top rope with both hands for dear life. On the other side of the ring, Pooler nails Richards with a right hand, sending him stumbling into the corner. He then turns Richards around and grabs one leg while Chase grabs the other. The two men try to dump Richards over the top rope. But Richards wraps his arms around the top rope and holds on for dear life.

#12 – The crowd cheers as Camellia D. Magna makes her way to the ring.

Clement: Here comes Cami Magna!

Grayson: The supposed underdog.

Karma continues to try and dump Brandt over the top rope. But Brandt lets go of the ropes and repeatedly nails him in the side of the head, forcing him to drop her to cheers from the crowd. Once Cami slides into the ring, she runs over and attacks both Chase and Pooler from behind, forcing them to let go of Richards to cheers from the crowd. Back in the other corner, Brandt takes Karma and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Brandt unleashes a series of elbow strikes to the face. She then brings Karma from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Brandt comes back, she slides through Karma's legs. When Karma turns around, Brandt gets back up to her feet. Karma tries to go for Sugar Ray Karma. But Brandt swats his hand out of the way, nails him with two shoot kicks to the chest and follows up with a spinning enzuigiri that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How about that combo? Alexia Brandt showing off a little something in this match.

Grayson: I figured she'd long be eliminated by now.

Across the ring, Cami unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to Pooler to cheers from the crowd. She then takes Pooler and goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she delivers a leg scissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets up, but Cami knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets up, but Cami knocks him back down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Pooler gets up, Cami goes for another dropkick. But Pooler sidesteps and swats her down to boos from the crowd. As Cami gets up, Pooler runs over and nails her with a European Uppercut, sending her stumbling into the corner. Pooler goes over, grabs Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. Pooler charges across the ring. But Cami nails him with a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler steps back, Cami hoists herself up onto the middle rope, leaps off, grabs Pooler in mid air and plants him with a DDT. The crowd cheers.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#13 – Wayne Carruthers walks down the aisle to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And here come's Ohio's own, Wayne Carruthers!

Grayson: So this is what Santa looks like without the red clothes, the hat and the fake beard. Hmm.

Richards and Chase exchange knife-edge chops until Chase gains the upperhand. He continues to deliver chops to the chest. Each chop knocks Richards closer and closer to the ropes. Chase then runs into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Richards side steps and tosses him over the top rope to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to sighs as Chase lands safely on the apron.

Clement: The Future nearly had a guaranteed title shot slip through his finger. But thankfully he landed on that apron.

After Wayne gets in the ring, he runs over and knocks down Karma with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Karma and delivers the Wayne Breaker. The crowd cheers. Brandt runs over towards Wayne. But Wayne scoops her up across his shoulders and delivers the Cleveland Steamer to cheers from the crowd. Richards runs over towards Wayne. But Wayne scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers a Cleveland Steamer to cheers from the crowd. Pooler goes for a clothesline. But Carruthers ducks. When Pooler turns around, Carruthers hooks his arms and delivers a series of trapping headbutts to cheers from the crowd. Once Carruthers lets go of Pooler, Chase runs up from behind, hops onto his back and applies a sleeper hold. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Carruthers runs backwards into the corner, squashing Chase in the corner and breaking the hold. The crowd cheers. Carruthers then connects with a backflip kick to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Fat Boy has some agility. Who know?

Clement: You can make fun of him all you want. But Wayne is cleaning house right now!

As Carruthers gets up, Cami nails him from behind with a series of clubbing shots to the back. She then takes Carruthers and goes for an irish whip. But Carruthers reverses, sending Cami into the corner. Carruthen then charges, dives into the corner and goes for the Ass Attack. But Cami moves out of the way, causing Carruther to crash hip-first into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Carruthers stumbles from out of the corner, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Carruthers down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos.

Clement: Look at the entrance way!

Grayson: What's going on?

Clement: It's Tomkins! It's Michael Tomkins! The Rogue is here!

Michael Tomkins can be seen applauding as Dan Thorton stands up from the commentary table. Cami turns and sees Tomkins approaching the ring. While Cami is distracted, KoolStorm jumps the barricade to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What's going on?

Grayson: I do not know....

[FGA Office]

Stone and Kulvonic enter the ring. When Cami turns around, KoolStorm goes over to deliver a double clothesline. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When KoolStorm turns around, Cami takes Kulnovic down with leg scissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Stone runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks. When Stone turns around, Cami knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. The crowd cheers. When Cami gets up and turns around, Tomkins knocks her down with A Taste of Greatness to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Superkick! Tommins just nailed Cami with that superkick! We haven't seen it in months but man, does he still connect with it.

Clement: I don't understand this. Why is Tomkins targeting Camellia?

KoolStorm go over and grab Cami. Tomkins looks at both men and motions for them to send her to the outside. KoolStorn then grab Cami, runs over towards the ropes and delivers a double hip toss, sending Cami flying over the top rope and landing hard to the floor (Camellia D. Magna – ELIMINATED). The crowd boos as Tomkins and KoolStorm exit the ring. He then motions for Thorton to come over towards them. The four men then head up the aisle to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: So much for your underdog, Kev.

Clement: Cami was holding her own in this match until Tomkins ans his goons attacked her.

#14 – Johnny Rampage walks down to the ring to boos from the crowd. Rampage sees the four men heading up the aisle. So he wisely sidesteps and let the four of them pass by.

Back in the ring, Richards can be seen pulling himself up using the ropes. After sizing him up, Chase charges over and clotheslines Richards. But the momentum sends both men over the top rope and to the floor (Jason Richards and Anton Chase – ELIMINATED).

Grayson: Woah!

Clement: Chase may have put a little too much on that clothesline. And now both he AND Richards are eliminated!

Back in the ring, Rampage gets in and stomps away on Carruthers. Pooler then goes over and stomps away on Carruthers. The two men continues to put the boots to Carruthers until Brandt comes up from behind, grabs both men by their heads and slams them together with a double noggin knocker. The crowd cheers. As Rampage stumbles back, Brandt runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope. But Rampage falls onto the apron. After Rampage pulls himself up off the apron using the ropes, Brandt runs into the corner and connects with a springboard rebound dropkick, knocking Rampage off the apron and to the floor. The crowd cheers. (Johnny Rampage – ELIMINATED)

Back in the ring, Karma runs over and puts the boots to Carruthers. He then picks up Carruthers, leans him against the ropes and tries to dump him over the top rope. But Carruthers holds onto the ropes for dear life. So Karma lets go and deliver three punches to the ribs. He then reaches down, grabs Carruthers by the leg and tries to dump him over the top rope. But again, Carruthers blocks by wrapping his arms around the top rope. Pooler then goes over, grabs Carruthers' other leg and tries to dump Carruthers over the top rope and to the floor. But Brandt comes over and nails him with a forearm strike to the face.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#15 – J.T. Cash runs down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: The Cashman.

Clement: J.T. Cash is looking to impress in this Gold Rush Rumble just like he did at last Saturday's DVD Taping.

As soon as Cash slides into the ring, Karma goes over to attack him. But Cash takes him down with the Cash Cut to cheers from the crowd. When Pooler turns towards Cash, Cash charges over and takes him down with a Cash Cut. The crowd cheers. When Cash turns around, Brandt nails him with a series of stiff forearm strikes to the face. She then takes Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he takes her down with a Cash Cut to cheers from the crowd. He then turns to Carruthers, who is pulling himself up using the ropes. Cash squats down as he sizes up Carruthers.

Grayson: Carruthers better not turn around...

When Carruthers turns around, Cash darts across the ring and goes for the Cash Cut. But Carruthers counters with a high knee lift, sending Cash stumbling back. Carruthers then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, Cash knocks him down with a flying forearm smash. Cash then kips up to cheers from the crowd.

Cash goes over, picks up Karma and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He tries to dump Karma over the top rope. But Karma reaches back and pokes him in the eyes to boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Brandt picks up Pooler and whips him into the corner. She charges across the ring. But she runs right into an elbow to boos from the crowd. As Brandt stumbles back, Pooler darts from out of the corner and takes her down with a High Velocity Hug. The crowd boos. Pooler picks her up and scoops her up across his shoulder. He then runs towards the ropes. But Brandt slips down from behind, grabs Pooler and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. (Bob Pooler – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: No!

Clement: And another crow gets tossed to the outside!

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#16 – Tigre Oro jogs down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Tigre Oro is looking to fair a little better than he did earlier on tonight...

Back in the ring, Karma picks up Cash and drops him with a snake eyes across the top rope. The crowd boos. As Cash leans up against the ropes, Karma runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope. The crowd boos as Karma turns and raises his arms in the air. But Cash lands on the apron. Across the ring, Brandt delivers a series of knife-edge chops to the chest of Carruthers. She then takes Carruthers and whips him into the opposite corner. Brandt charges across the ring and connects with a corner yakuza kick. The crowd cheers as Carruthers crumbles from out of the corner. Oro gets in the ring, spins Karma around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Karma lifts him up, turns and hot shots him across the top rope to boos from the crowd. Oro falls to the canvas as he clutches his throat in pain. Karma then gets up and stomps away at Oro before turning and stomping away at Cash. Back across the ring, Brandt drags Carruthers next to the ropes. After struggling to pull him up to his feet, Brandt leans him against the ropes, grabs his leg and tries to dump him over the top rope. But Carruthers reaches back and repeatedly elbows her in the back.

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#17 – Johnny Blayze jogs down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Heeeeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!

Clement: Johnny Blayze should be ashamed of himself after what he did tonight?

Grayson: Ashamed? He should be proud. He finally let go of Pat Gordon, Jr.

As soon as Blayze gets in, he spins around Karma and knocks him down with a right hand. The crowd boos. He then picks up Cash, only to knock him down with a right hand. The crowd boos. Blayze picks up Oro and knocks him back down with a right hand to boos from the crowd. Blayze then runs across the ring, jumps up and nails Brandt in the back with a flying double ax handle. After turning her around, Blayze slaps her across the face to boos from the crowd. Blayze taunts her before slapping her across the face again. But the boos turn to cheers as Brandt responds with a stiff forearm strike to the face. But her comeback is stopped as Blayze rakes her across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then takes Brandt and whips her into the opposite corner. Blayze runs across the ring, hops up onto Brandt and monkey flips her from out of the corner. The crowd boos. As Brandt turns over and gets up to her feet, Blayze runs from out of the corner, leaps up and takes her down with a leg lariat. The crowd boos. Oro gets up and goes for a running clothesline. But Blayze ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Oro comes back, Blayze jumps up and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd boos. Blayze then picks up Oro and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. (Tigre Oro – ELIMINATED) Blayze then picks up Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Blayze takes him down with a leg lariat to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Johnny Blayze is on fire right now!

Blayze goes over, picks up Carruthers and whips him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Blayze takes him down with a leaping leg lariat to boos from the crowd. The crowd boos as Blayze looks around at the carnage he's caused and raises his arm to boos from the crowd. Blayze smirks at the hatred from the crowd. So he heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle rope and cups his ear to the crowd as he taunts them to more boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Brandt runs up from behind and connects with a dropkick, sending Blayze tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Blayze looks up in comeplete shock. (JOHNNY BLAYZE- ELIMINATED)

Grayson: No!

Clement: That's what he gets! That's what he gets for getting cocky and taking his eyes off the prize!

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

#18 – A.J. Fairchild makes his way to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: The man that is Forever Pissed Off has returned.

Clement: A.J. Faichild is the 2012 New Frontier Cup winner. He's a former FGA Champion. He knows how to perform on the big stage. And a Gold Rush Rumble win would be another accolade to add to his legacy.

After rolling into the ring, Fairchild picks up Cash and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cash around, Fairchild stomps Cash down into the corner. After heading towards the center of the ring, Fairchild turns around, charges into the corner and connects with a running knee strike to the face. The crowd boos. On the other side of the ring, Carruthers picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Carruthers nails him with a punch to the midsection. While Karma is doubled over, Carruthers grabs him for a suplex. But Karma blocks it. So Carruthers tightens his grip and goes for another suplex. But again, Karma blocks it. Brandt then goes over and delivers a stiff kick to the ribs of Karma. She then grabs a hold of Karma. The two then deliver a double suplex to Karma to cheers from the crowd. Back on the other side of the ring, Fairchild heads out onto the apron, takes the ropes from the top turnbuckle pad and chokes Cash from behind to boos from the crowd. Cash tries to pull the rope from around his neck. But its to no avail. After about 10 seconds, Fairchild lets go. As Cash stumbles away from the corner holding his throat in pain, Fairchild waits impatiently for him on the apron. When Cash turns around, Fairchild springboards onto the top turnbuckle leaps off and goes for a flying clothesline. But Cash turns and perfectly times a Cash Drop to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a hell of a counter by J.T. Cash!

Crowd: TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE....

[BUZZER!]

Grayson: There's no suspense as to who this is.....

#19 – The crowd erupts into a downpour of boos as Dom Harter takes his sweet time walking to the ring.

Clement: Talk about getting the luck of the draw. Not that this Conniving Little Bastard deserves it.

Grayson: Once again, TENACIOUS Little Bastard, Kev. TENACIOUS!

Back in the ring, Carruthers throws down Karma with a scoop slam. He follows up with a leg drop. Brandt then delivers a leg drop of her own. Across the ring, Cash picks up Fairchild and tosses him over the top rope. But Fairchild lands on the apron. Cash goes over and tries to kick Fairchild off the apron. But Harter attacks with clubbing shots from behind. The crowd boos as Harter takes Cash, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cash around, Harter unleashes a flurry of right hands that send Cash slumping down in the corner. Harter then chokes Cash while pulling down on the top rope. The crowd boos.

Across the ring, Fairchild gouges Carruthers' eyes from behind. He then takes Carruthers and whips him hard into the corner. As Carruthers stumbles out, Fairchild nails him in the face with the Dry Elbow Martini. The crowd boos as Fairchild drags Carruthers into position. After stepping through the ropes, Fairchild climbs up to the top rope and leaps off for the Kamehameha. But Carruthers rolls out of the way. Fairchild's momentum sends him rolling forward. After rolling back up to his feet, Fairchild charges over and goes for a clothesline. But Carruthers side steps and shoves Fairchild into the corner. As Fairchild stumbles back, Carruthers lifts him up for a belly to back suplex, walks over and throws him down over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. (A.J. Fairchild – ELIMINATED) Before Carruthers can even turn around, Cash comes up from behind and dumps him over the top rope and to the floor. (Wayne Carruthers – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: How many are left?

Clement: Looks like only four grapplers are left.

Cash turns around and sees who is left in the ring. Harter waits in the corner directly across him him. Harter turns to the right and sees Brandt in the corner over from him. He then turns to his left and sees Karma pulling himself up in the last corner. Cash then waves over at Brandt to get her attention. He then points at the two of them and points over to Karma and Harter.

Grayson: Are Cash and Brandt trying to team up to get rid of Harter and Karma?

Clement: It looks like it.

Cash and Brandt slowly approach Karma and Harter. That is until Brandt runs over and delivers several clubbing shots to the back of Cash. Harter then kicks Karma in the midsection, delivers a double leg pick up and rams him back-first into the corner. She then spins Cash around and nails him with a flurry of stiff forearm strikes to the face. She then takes Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Brandt knocks him down with a flying spinning back elbow to the face. Meanwhile, Harter unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Brandt picks up Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Brandt nails him with a high knee that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Brandt then charges at Cash, but Cash ducks and dumps her over the top rope. But Brandt lands safely on the apron. When Cash turns around, Brandt nails him with a hard kick to the face. Meanwhile, Harter takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. Harter charges across the ring and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest, sending Karma crumbling from out of the corner.

While Cash is dazed, Brandt climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps off and goes for a flying cross body block. But Cash connects with a dropkick in mid air, knocking her down to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Brandt, runs and tosses her over the top rope. But Brandt is able to grab onto the top ropes. After pulling herself up onto the apron, Cash charges and leaps through the ropes, spearing her off the apron and to the floor with the Cash Cut. The crowd cheers (Alexia Brandt – ELIMINATED)

Clement: J.T. Cash just eliminated Alexia Brandt with a spear through the ropes!

Harter picks up Karma and whips him hard into the corner. Karma Flair Flips over the corner and lands on the apron. As Karma stumbles across the apron, Harter charges over and connects with a yakuza kick, sending Karma flying off the apron and crashing against the barricade. (Johnny Karma – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: No!

Clement: And Johnny Karma is finally eliminated!

Grayson: How long was he in there for?

Clement: At least 25 minutes.

Harter turns around as Cash rolls back into the ring. The crowd cheers as both men begin to circle the ring. They then head towards the center of the ring and trade punches to cheers from the crowd. Both men grab the backs of each others necks as they continue to unleash a flurry of right hands. They continue to exchange punches until Cash gains the upperhand. While Harter is dazed, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter nails him with an elbow strike to boos from the crowd. While Cash is dazed, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Cash nails him with a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. While Harter is dazed, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter goes for a yakuza kick. But Cash catches his foot. He then spins Harter around, kicks him in the midsection and goes for the Cash Drop. But Harter shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Harter goes for a lariat. But Cash ducks, floats over across his back and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Cash then kips up to his feet. He waves his arms up and down to amp up the crowd.

Clement: Cash has got this crowd on its feet! He can feel and it and so can they! He's one elimination away from an FGA Championship Match!

Cash goes over, picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Cash kicks him in the midsection, turns and delivers the Cash Drop. The crowd cheers. As Harter recoils up in a dazed state, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Harter grabs him and counters with an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending Cash over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos as the ref calls for the bell.

"Superunknown" blares throughout the arena to a downpour of boos.

Crowd: Here is your winner of the 2013 Gold Rush Rumble, DOM HARTER!

Harter gets up and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: HA HA HA!

Clement: That s.o.b.! He doesn't deserve this! After what he did tonight to Pat Gordon, Jr, he didn't deserve getting the last spot in the Rumble. He didn't deserve to win this match. And he certainly doesn't deserve a shot at the FGA Championship!

Grayson: You need to quit the crying. All those tears won't change the fact that The Murder is one win away from having their hands on the top prize in FGA.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
FGA Championship Match
(c) Chris Q vs. Chris Bond

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

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

Clement: Chris Bond is this close. He's this close to not only gaining redemption, but gaining that FGA Championship.

Grayson: Bond is the more experienced of the two. He's forgotten more than Chis Q will ever know about this business. But Chris Q is the man. He's the champion. He has been unstoppable. And Bond will have to beat the life out of him to take that belt away from him.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans. When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

Clement: Chris Q has been here since the One Year Anniversary Show. Since then, he's gone 9-0. He's yet to taste defeat. He's been close. But close is not good enough. But if anyone is good enough to defeat Chris Q, it's Chris Bond.

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

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. Residing out of Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 238 pounds..... CHRIS BOND!

The crowd cheers as Bond turns, climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises his arms in the air.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Lone Oak, Texas. Weighing in at 241 pounds. He is the reigning.... defending.... undefeated FGA Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen............ CHRIS Q!

Boos rain down on Chris Q as he slowly raises the FGA Championship belt in the air with one hand. Q hands the belt off to the ref. After the ref raises the belt to all four sides of the crowd, he hands it off to the time keeper.

The bell sounds as both men make their way out of their respective corners and meet face to face in the center of the ring. After staring each other down, Q begins to taunt Bond with some trash talk. But Bond doesn't respond. He just stares a hole right through Q. Q then smirks before pushes Bond back to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers when Bond returns the favor with a push of his own. Q then responds by piefacing Bond, sending him stumbling around a bit to boos from the crowd. But turns around and runs over towards Q. But the ref quickly gets in between the two and orders them back to their respective corners.

Clement: And things are going getting heated early on in this one.

Grayson: Chris Q doesn't respect Bond. And he resents that fact that Bond wants to lecture him on how to live his life. Chris Q lives his life the way that he wants to live it. And guess what? He still goes out there and dominates the competition. Just because Bond was a screw up and ruined everything around him doesn't give him the right to preach to Chris Q.

Once the two are at a reasonable distance from each other, the ref instructs for them to fight. Both men march towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Q shoves Bond, sending him stumbling back to boos from the crowd. Q smirks as he motions at Bond to bring it. Bond responds by heading back over to Q and locking up with him. Bond begins to move Q back. But Q quickly puts on the breaks and shoves Bond down to the canvas to boos from the crowd. Bond rolls over onto his knee. He looks up at Q as Q looks none too impressed with his opponent. After Bond rises back up to his feet, he goes over towards Q. But instead of locking up with him, he raises his hand in the air, calling for a test of strength.

Grayson: What is Bond thinking? Didn't he just see Chris Q shove him around with ease? Now he wants to try a test of strength?

Q looks up at the hand, then back down at Bond. He shakes his head in disbelief at Bond's supposed stupidity. He then smirks as he looks up and slowly raises his hand. Just as Q is about to lock hands with him, Bond takes his free hand and slaps the taste out of Q's mouth to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Did you hear that slap? Bond nearly slapped the beard right off of Chris Q's face. That's how hard it was.

Grayson: Smart, real smart. Chris Q is going to make him pay for that.

Q holds his cheek in pain. But the pain on his face is replaced with a smirk. Q then nods his head as he circles the ring. He then inches over towards Bond. Both men motion to lock up. But Q cheap shots him with a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos. He then grabs Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Q goes for a clothesline, but Bond ducks. When Q turns around, Bond knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Q gets back up, but Bond dropkicks him back down. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, Bond goes for a third dropkick. But Q sidesteps and swats him down to boos from the crowd. As Bond gets up, Q grabs him, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Q turns him around and chokes him with both hands. Bond grabs Q by both wrists and tries to pry his hands from around his neck. But its to no avail as Q has his hands locked tight. Bond's face grows redder as the ref goes over and gives Q until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. Bond can be seen gasping for air. Q then turns to the ref and sneers at him, causing the ref to back away for his own safety. But as soon as Q turns his attention back to Bond, Bond blasts him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. He then knees Q in the midsection before slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then brings Q from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks down Bond with a cross body block to boos from the crowd.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Bond kicks out.

As both men get up, Q nails Bond with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. He then unleashes a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck. He follows up with a series of double ax handle smashes to the back. After picking Bond up from off his knees, Q places him in a side headlock. But Bond shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks Bond down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. As Q runs into the ropes, Bond gets up to his feet. When Q comes back, Bond leap frogs over him. Q continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Bond goes for a hip toss. Q goes to counter with a clothesline. But Bond ducks, quickly reaches behind him, grabs Q and yanks him down with a neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Clement: Nice counter there by Bond but it only gets two. Bond has definitely taken some hits thus far. But he's also used his experience to take advantage of Chris Q's anger.

Grayson: Bond is weathering the storm right now. But he's the older of the two. He's the more beat up of the two. And despite what they're physiques may tell you on the surface, Chris Q is the one that's in better shape. The longer this match goes, the more it will actually favor Chris Q.

After picking Q back up, Bond takes him by the arm and delivers an arm wrench, causing Q to cringe in pain. He tightens his grip around Q's arm and delivers another arm wrench. The ref asks Q if he wants to give up. But once Q refuses to quit, Bond tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. The crowd cheers. Bond then yanks at the arm again..... and again.... and again. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up off of one knee, Bond delivers a clubbing shot to the back of the arm. He then takes the arm and tries for another arm wrench. But Q rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd.

As Bond stumbles across the ring, Q turns him around and whips him into the corner. Q charges into the corner, but Bond nails him with an elbow to the face that stuns him. Bond then hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Q and plants him with a tornado DDT. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Bond picks up Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Q goes for a running forearm smash. But Bond ducks, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Bond scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. After Bond gets up, he delivers a stomp to the left arm, followed by a stomp to the left leg. He then delivers a stomp to the right leg and a stomp to the right arm. Bond follows up with a jumping stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Bond now in firm control of this match as the champ doesn't appear to be in the best of shape.

Bond then reaches down, grabs a handful of Q's beard and pulls him up by his beard. After a knee strike to the midsection, Bond takes Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Bond nails him with an elbow strike to the face. As Q stumbles back, Bond runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Q goes for a clothesline. But Bond ducks, grabs him from behind and brings him down with a rear naked chokedrop to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Bond picks up Q, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Q around, Bond hooks his right leg across the middle rope. He proceeds to deliver a series of knee strike to Q's leg. Q can be heard groaning in pain. Bond then steps away, only to run back over towards the corner and deliver a kick to the leg. He then unhooks the leg and drags Q away from the corner. The crowd cheers as Q hops up and down on one leg. He takes several wild swipes at Bond. But Bond is able to easily avoid them. Once he's done toying with Q, Bond throws him down with a dragonscrew legwhip. The crowd cheers as Q clutches his right leg in pain. Bond reaches down, lifts up the leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. He gets back up, lifts up the leg and delivers another elbow drop to it. Bond gets back up, lifts up the leg and delivers a third elbow drop to it. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Chris Bond is wisely trying to take out the wheels of Chris Q.

Grayson: Oh it's smart. I'll give him that. Chris Q isn't a high flier. But it's always a good thing when you're fighting an opponent that can't up on both feet.

Bond takes the leg, presses it firmly against the canvas and delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop to the it. The crowd cheers as Q cringes in pain. After bringing Q back up to his feet, Bond lifts him up for a kneebreaker. But Q rakes him across the eyes, forcing Bond to drop him. The crowd boos.

Clement: And Chris Q strikes with yet another cheap shot.

Grayson: This is an FGA Championship Match. You have to do whatever you have to do to win the match. Were you not paying attention to what Chris Q said at the last DVD Taping?

Q stands up, grabs Bond by the head and nails him with a knee thrust to the midsection. He then grabs Bond by the throat with one hand and shoves him back, sending Bond stumbling into the corner. As Q limps over towards the corner, Bond throws a punch. But Q swats it away and counters with one of his own, knocking Bond down into the corner. Q reaches down, grabs Bond by the throat and brings him back up to his feet. He nails Bond with a clubbing forearm shot to the face followed by a left hand to the ribs. He then nails Bond with a knee thrust to the midsection, followed by a stiff forearm shot to the face. He then steps back, measures Bond up, and unleashes a series of elbow strikes to the face, followed by a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. The crowd boos as Bond is doubled over in pain, using the top ropes next to him to keep him up on his feet.

Grayson: Bond doesn't look so tough now.

Clement: He's definitely not where he wants to be in this match.

Q then connects with clubbing forearms to the side of the head. As a dazed Bond attempts to cover his head, Q begins to unleash a series of combinations to the midsection. The ref gets in the ring and tries to break it up, but Q ends up raising his fist to the ref, causing the ref to back away from him. He then begins to unleash haymakers to the midsection, nailing Bond with hard rights and lefts to the midsection. After one last haymaker to the ribs, Bond doubles over in pain before falling to the canvas, curled up and coughing in immense pain. Q turns to the crowd and taunts them, causing a downpour of boos. Q turns around and sees Bond trying to push himself up on all fours. So he goes over and nails him with a punt kick to the ribs, sending Bond falling through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Bond just gets knocked to the floor after being mauled in the corner by Chris Q.

Grayson: Chris Bond tried to take out one of his legs and keep him down. Obviously he failed.

Q rolls to the outside. He looks down and shakes his head in disgust as he sees Bond struggling to pick himself up. Q goes over, yanks Bond up and nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, sending Bond crumbling to the floor. Bond rolls from side to side, clutching his midsection in pain. But Q doesn’t let up. He turns Bond towards him, moves his arms out of the way and proceeds to stomp away at the midsection to boos from the ropes. He then goes over and chokes Bond with his foot while pulling back on the bottom rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. As Bond clutches his throat, Q picks him up and lifts him up onto the apron. After Q climbs up onto the apron, he picks up Bond. He then nails Bond with a headbutt to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond nails him with a left hand. Q nails him right a right hand. But Bond comes right back with a left hand to cheers from the crowd. Q throws a punch, but Bond ducks and counters with one of his own. He nails Bond with another punch..... and another.... and another to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers quickly turns to boos after Q rakes him across the eyes. He then quickly hooks Bond's arm and slips off the apron, planting Bond with a double underhook DDT on the apron to boos from the crowd.

Clement: My God, he just drove Bond face-first into the apron! Did you hear that impact!

Grayson: Oh, I definitely heard it.

After Bond falls off the apron and lands on the floor, it is revealed that he is bleeding from the nose. Q scans the crowd, taking in all the boos. He then sees a pair of Chris Bond fans in the front row. So he goes over and kicks the barricade, sending the two fans scurrying away. He then goes back over and kicks the steel steps out of the way. He reaches down, grabs Bond by the legs and drags him into position. After hooking his arms around Bond's legs, Q swings him hard into the barricade. He then swings Bond against the ring post. Q then swings Bond against the barricade. He then swings Bond against the ring post. He then takes Bond and swings him back against the barricade, then back against the ring post. The crowd boos as Q lets go, careless letting Bond crash against the barricade.

Grayson: He just swung Chris Bond around like a rag doll.

Clement: Chris Q is showing everyone inside the Case Gymnasium that he has no regard for Chris Bond and will inflict as much pain and damage as he has to to retain his championship.

After picking up Bond, Q rolls him back into the ring. He then climbs up onto the apron, walks across it and delivers a jumping leg drop across Bond's chest to boos from the crowd. He then rolls back into the ring, drags Bond away from the ring and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Bond and throws him down with a scoop slam. After heading into the corner, Q climbs up onto the middle ropes. He scans the crowd, taking in all the boos. Q smirks as he holds up two middle fingers at the crowd, eliciting an even louder negative response. He smirks before leaping off the second rope and connecting with an elbow drop. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Q picks up Bond and shoves him into the corner. After heading into the corner, Q grabs Bond by both ears and then repeatedly delivers a headbutt. The crowd boos as the bridge of Bond's nose has been split open. As Bond is dazed, Q places him in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog from out of the corner. But Bond shoves him off, sending him into the ropes. When Q comes back, he knocks down Bond with a running forearm smash to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Q picks up Bond and delivers a snap suplex. After Q heads into the corner, he climbs up the turnbuckles. But once he reaches the top, Bond dives over and shoves one of Q's legs out from under him. Q then slips down and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Q cringes in pain.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: Chris Q may have taken a little too much time climbing those turnbuckles and now he's paying for it.

Bond climbs up onto the middle ropes. He grabs a hold of Q and goes for a super belly to back suplex. But Q holds onto the top rope for dear life. He then lets go of the ropes and gouges Bond's eyes to boos from the crowd. Q then nails Bond with a series of back elbows to the face until Bond falls off and lands on the canvas. The crowd boos. After standing back up on the top rope, Q flips off and goes for a moonsault. But Bond rolls out of the way, causing Q to crash stomach-first onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: He missed! He missed the moonsault from off the top rope!

Grayson: No!

Clement: Both men are down! This is Bond's opening! This is his chance to retake control of this match!

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

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

Both men are still down.

Ref: …... FIVE......... SIX.........

Both men start to slowly move around on the mat.

Ref: …..... SEVEN............. EIGHT......

Both men slowly get back up to their feet. Q nails Bond with a punch to the face.

Crowd: BOO!

But Bond comes back with a punch of his own.

Crowd: YAY!

Q nails him with another punch to the face.

Crowd: BOO!

But Bond, again, comes back and nails Q with another punch.

Crowd: YAY!

Q nails Bond with another punch.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond throws a punch, but Q blocks it and counters with one of his own.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond throws another punch. But Q blocks it and counters with a haymaker to the ribs.

Crowd: BOO!

While Bond is doubled over, Q runs into the ropes. When Q comes back, Bond knocks him down with a running lariat.

Crowd: YAY!

Q gets up, but Bond knocks him down with another running lariat. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, Bond scoops him up across his shoulders to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Q nails Bond with elbows to the side of the head. After slipping down from behind, Q spins him around and scoops up Bond across his shoulders. The crowd boos as Q sets Bond up for The Compactor. But the soon turn to cheers as Bond is able to wiggle himself free and slip down from behind. Bond runs into the ropes as Q turns around. When Bond comes back, Q nails him with a kick to the midsection. He hoists up Bond for a powerbomb. But Bomb counters into a facebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Q and tosses him through the ropes. Bond reaches through the ropes, grabs Q and drags him into position across the middle rope. The crowd cheers as Bond scans the building. He waves his free arm up and down to ramp up the crowd.

Clement: This crowd is on their feet! They can feel it! They can feel it in the air! They can feel Chris Q's grip on the FGA Championship slipping away...

Bond smiles before planting Q with the Rejection to cheers from the crowd. He turns Q over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his foot on the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

Clement: So close!

Bond picks up Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Q bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond stops, grabs Q and goes to lift him up for a piledriver. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Q counters with a double leg takedown. He then hooks his arms around Bond's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner. The crowd boos. As Bond is dazed in the corner, Q gets back up to his feet. After hitting his leg, Q runs into the corner. But Bond nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After shaking off the pain, Q charges back into the corner. But Bond catches him with a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. As Q stumbles back, Bond runs from out of the corner and goes for a cross body block. But Q catches him in mid air.

Grayson: Uh oh....

Q shakes his head before hoisting Bond up across his shoulders. The crowd boos as Q has Bond in position for The Compactor. Bond frantically elbows Q in the face. But Q doesn't let it effect him as he plants Bond with The Compactor. The crowd boos as the ref slides over and starts the count.

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THRE-NO!

Bond gets his shoudler up to a monstrous ovation. Q then looks up at the referee in shock. He begins to shake his head in disbelief. But the ref holds up two fingers.

Grayson: How did he do it? I can't believe it!

Clement: Neither can I! No one has ever kicked out of The Compactor!

Q then snaps out of it. He picks up Bond and scoops him up across his shoulders. But Bond slips down, spins Q around and sets him up for the End of Days to cheers from the crowd. After a bit of a struggle, Q knees Bond in the midsection. he then scoops Bond up across his shoulders and plants him with The Compactor to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun" blares throughout the building to a downpour of boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!

Chris Q gets up and is handed the FGA Championship belt. Q raises the belt in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And The Chris Q Party continues! There's no stopping it.

Clement: Bond was this close to winning that match. And he kicked out of The Compactor, something that no one thus far has done! But Chris Q was able to drop him with another one. And that one was enough.

Chris Q heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and taunts the crowd by holding his FGA Championship belt towards them. The crowd boos as Q can't help but to laugh in their faces.