Erie DVD Taping (5.11.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Erie DVD Taping
Bayfront Convention Center
Erie, PA

The DVD Taping fades open to both Santa Claus and Tigre Oro in action. Santa whips Oro into the ropes. When Oro comes back, the two connect with a clothesline that knocks each other down to cheers from the crowd. As both men lay on their backs, the lights go out for a few seconds. Flash bulbs go off and you can hear some scuffling going on inside the ring.[/font][/i]

Clement: What in the world just happened?

Grayson: FGA officials did pay in full to rent this facility, right?

The lights come back on and standing in the center of the ring is Johnny Blayze wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans and black boots. He is standing over the slumped bodies of Santa and Oro with a microphone in hand and a steel chair at his feet. The FGA crowd is booing furiously.

Blayze: Ahem…ahem…A-HEM! So glad to see all of you, too.

More boos rain down from the crowd.

Blayze: I’ve got all the time in the world so I’ll just sit here and hold up your show until I get some silence.

Johnny Blayze grabs the chair and opens it so that he can take a seat. The crowd’s boos lessen to a murmured state.

Blayze: That’s more like it. So I’m sure a lot of you are wondering exactly what has gotten into yours truly as of late. Especially after the way things went down at "Only The Strong Survive".

Clement: Like when he left Pat Gordon, Jr to fend for himself against those savage pack of wolves?

Grayson: They're not wolves, Kev. They're a Murder of Crows.

Blayze: Well it’s real simple…at least to those who have been paying attention. One word -

Redemption.

For you see, it all boils down to some people not appreciating the talent they possess; while others recognizing it for what it can be and molding it until it is the man you see before you.

Clement: Oh give me a break.

Blayze looks up to the sky as he speaks.

Blayze: Exodus… Chapter Three, Verse Fourteen…

God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you.

And back in to the camera he looks again.

Blayze: And now three months later, Johnny Blayze is here sent on behalf of one Jonathan D. Collins to show you ALL what true talent is capable of. Mister Collins TRIED to ingratiate himself with those in FGA but they would not have him. And just like *I* tried to ingratiate MYSELF with Pat Gordon Junior, he too in the end pushed me aside.

And what did he get for it?

The embarrassment of a lifetime.

Maybe he should've thought a little clearer on who his TRUE friends were when he still had a chance.

And later tonight, I'm gonna serve that little reminder to PG Junior. Maybe then he will see the error of his ways like so many before him.

Clement: Pat Gordon, Jr is going to give him the beating that's long overdue, that's what's going to happen!

Again Johnny Blayze speaks to the heavens.

Blayze: Exodus…Chapter Fifteen…Verse Sixteen…

Terror and dread will fall on them. By the power of your arm they will be as still as a stone.

And in to the camera once more.

Blayze: And trust me when I say with Johnny Blayze leading the charge of the EXODUS movement here in FGA, more bad things are going to go down. Just ask Tigre Oro or JT Cash or Alexia Brandt.

For they will ALL surely say that with Johnny Blayze around… you won’t know when and you wont know how… but from this moment forward, NOBODY in the FGA locker room is safe from the fury that I am prepared to unleash.

Clement: I cannot believe how delusional this man has become.

Grayson: Call him whatever you want. But he looks to be finally focused to me.

Johnny Blayze gets up from the chair and begins to walk towards the side of the ring closest to the entrance ramp. He looks directly at the backstage curtains as he continues to speak.

Blayze: Now, there’s someone in particular in the back that I want to make sure is listening to me loud and clear.

On behalf of Jonathan D. Collins, and myself… We are truly sorry.

Clement: Who is he talking about?

Blayze: We’ve seen what you’ve been forced to deal with here in FGA and it can only be described as the tenth level of Hell.

We've seen up close the fire in your eyes and want you to know that there IS a place for you and your passion right in the fold of EXODUS.

I know you will do what’s right when the time comes.

All of a sudden, the crowd erupts as “Fight Like a Girl” by Emilie Autumn plays over the PA system and from the back steps Alexia Brandt who positions herself at the top of the entrance ramp. She stares at Johnny Blayze who just stands there looking right back at her.

Blayze: Well well well, if it isn’t Little Miss 'Third Rate Threat' herself. Not quite who I was referring to but regardless, glad you could join us. I must say you do have a way of sneaking up on people though and sticking your little nose in their business. Particularly your little "snake in the grass" routine at the Gold Rush Rumble…very impressive indeed.

Blayze w/ the golf clap as Brandt walks down the aisle towards the ring.

Blayze: But, as we all know, it was nothing more than a fluke.

The crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Blayze: Fact of the matter, Alexia, is this…you could NEVER do it in a one on one competition where my attention isn't distracted by the likes of Dom Harter and Chandler Scott parading around as champions and contenders.

Brandt enters the ring and has a look of fury on her face as she stares a burning hole through Johnny Blayze.

Brandt: That's right Johnny… keep telling yourself that nothing you do is YOUR responsibility. You're not throwing a hissy fit because people don't respect you. NO… it's a grand gesture on behalf of EXODUS Pro. You didn't get eliminated from the Gold Rush Rumble because you're an egocentric blowhard who couldn't keep his head on a swivel. NO... it's because you were 'distracted' by Harter and Scott.

Alexia begins circling Blayze, her gaze never leaving him as she continues.

Brandt: You can play your 'woe is me' card, Johnny, but the fact is you're not willing to take it on the chin when the chips are down. You talk and talk about Pat Gordon Junior turning his back on you. But when you had the chance to step up and be the bigger man, you turned your back on him, leaving him at the mercy of The Murder. Those aren't the actions of a righteous man, Johnny... THOSE are the actions of a coward.

She stops circling and steps forward until she's less than a foot away from Blayze, sadly an action that loses some of its impact considering she has to look up to meet his eyes, although the barely contained anger emanating from her compensates for some of the height disparity.

Brandt: But I'm not a coward Johnny, I'm the Third WAVE Threat. I'm the harbinger of equality in this business and I prove it every time I step into the ring. And if you want to call my success just a fluke, then I'm more than happy to prove you wrong right now. No more excuses, no back door. Just you and me, one on one in the ring.

Blayze backs up giving distance between he and Brandt.

Blayze: Well well well, the lady doth protest immensely.

He backs up even further.

Blayze: You know, Alexia…as exciting as all that sounds, your timing is just a TAD bit late. After all, I was just about to leave and prepare for more pressing matters, namely my match against Pat Gordon Junior before you stepped out here.

Johnny Blayze goes to exit the ring…Brandt grabs Blayze's shoulder from behind.

***WHOOSH***

Blayze turns quickly and lights a HUGE fireball at Alexia Brandt who goes down to the mat, clutching her face.

Clement: What the HELL!? Johnny Blayze just thew a fireball right at Alexia Brandt!!! What in the hell is the matter with him!

Grayson: Talk about going up in flames, huh?

Blayze: Such a shame it had to turn out this way, Alexia. Guess you'll just have to find me when that heals up. Maybe THEN we can get something done.

Johnny Blayze drops the microphone and exits the ring. He then leaves the ringside area pretty quick by climbing over the barricade and exiting through the crowd as medics and ring crew members and other members of the locker room run down to Alexia Brandt's aid.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Clement: (speaking in a somber tone) Kevin Clement here with Evan Grayson. At the start of this DVD Taping, Alexia Brandt was the victim of a heinous attack at the hands of Johnny Blayze. Blayze took it upon himself to throw a fireball directly at her. Brandt was rushed to a nearby medical facility here in Erie, PA. We'll see what happens tomorrow in regards to her match against Michael Kennedy. But our main concern is her health and we wish Brandt the best.

She's an aspiring wrestler trying to make it in this business. She has an inspirational story and message. You and I have met her backstage at a couple of FGA events and she's been an absolutely joy to be around. She didn't deserve this. She didn't ask for this. It was completely unnecessary. Johnny Blayze, as far as I'm concerned, has crossed the line. I understand that this is the wrestling business. People get hurt. And sometimes foreign objects come into play. I get that. But for what he did to her tonight, it was totally uncalled for. It was unacceptable. It was reprehensible. And I hope that he gets everything that's coming to him.

(The lights go out here in the Bayfront Convention Center 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 bass line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus at which point the three members of The Murder, Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler step out from behind the curtain.)

Clement: Well look who’s decided to grace us with their presence here tonight.

(The crowd boo mercilessly as the trio make their way down the aisle, Harter and Pooler taunting the nearby fans as Drake casts wary glances sideways. Drake slides into the ring under the bottom rope as Harter and Pooler climb the ring steps and enter through the middle rope; the crowd still booing and jeering as the three men stand in the middle of the ring, smirks on all of their faces. Malcolm Drake lifts the microphone to his lips first.)

Malcolm Drake: Know when your betters are present and be SILENT.

(Alas, the Erie fans don’t do as they’re told, their boos growing louder as Harter leans over the ropes and yells at the front row to shut their f###ing faces. He quickly gets reined in by Malcolm Drake who lets Dom speak up.)

Dom Harter: This booing, is this because we pummelled Junior into the canvas? Or because I won the Gold Rush Rumble and have my title shot? Or because Bob finally got to show his true colors … because it’s not our fault you’re all too damn stupid to see what was right in front of you.

(Harter hands the microphone over to the newest member of The Murder, Bob Pooler.)

Bob Pooler: ...

(He tries to speak but the boo from the fans is too loud. Pooler lowers the microphone smiling, the boos and chanting from the fans slowly coming together until they’re more in unison. He continues to pause, listening to the number one question on all their minds, “WHY BOB WHY, WHY BOB WHY, WHY BOB WHY”.

Bob Pooler: Why Bob? Why did I turn my back on your precious hero Patrick and join the very group I’d been so adamant about stopping since joining FGA? Did you ever, even for the briefest of moments, consider who it was that brought me into Frontier Grappling Arts? The details of how don’t matter, and as for the why … well, because I can.

(Pooler hands the microphone back to Harter with a smile on his face)

Dom Harter: That’s right. You see, six months ago when The Murder arrived here in FGA we knew we had an uphill struggle ahead of us. When Malcolm brought me in, when he explained his vision for what FGA could be. The problems that would need to be eliminated, he foresaw that there would be some resistance. And he was right...

(Dom looks to Drake as they both laugh.)

Dom Harter: And Junior stood tall and sought help from those around him. And he picked a helluva wrestler, didn’t he, Bob?

(Pooler nods.)

Dom Harter: That’s why, six months ago when this started, I reached out to Bob Pooler. I told him that Malcolm Drake could help rebuild his shattered image, to increase his self-worth. That with Malcolm’s help he could be the best that he could be. And that is why we are standing here, a few hours away from Bob Pooler being crowned the FGA Pride Champion. Twenty-four hours away from me being crowned the FGA Heavyweight Champion. And then, when we have conquered this land … this promotion. What will you people have left then?

Malcolm Drake: Patrick... didn’t listen. None of YOU listened. You dismissed us some squawking crows because you lack the VISION... to see the Truth. I warned Junior to stay out of our way, to stay out of MY way. I promised unimaginable pain if I was ignored...

(Malcolm Drake pauses, lowering the microphone to smirk before returning the microphone to his lips.)

Malcolm Drake: I am NOT a man who makes IDLE THREATS! I have killed your gods. I have shattered your dreams. I have broken... your heroes. Kevin Hardaway is a physically broken chunk of carrion, and you... Patrick... you’re broken in a much more permanent way. You’re a broken husk, the shattered shell of a man. Look at what I’ve turned you into, Patrick. You’re just... like.... me.

(Drake turns slowly in a circle with an arm outstretched to indicate the crowd.)

Malcolm Drake: THIS is your last line of defense against US?! Two broken and defeated simpletons against the unstoppable force of The Murder? There will be not last stand. There will only be an execution. The war is coming.

Bob Pooler: Well I can think of someone who won’t be on the front line defending anything for FGA; a man who has done nothing but whine and cry about how he was never the center of attention. Johnny, I hate to be the man to burst your bubble, you aren’t special enough to warrant our attention. You are, and always have been, nothing but a coward. You’ve tried hooking your wagon to anyone you think can carry your dead weight. You seem to have smartened up over time, but lets not forget what happened to you last time you didn’t respect your role in this company.

Malcolm Drake: And once Mr. Pooler is victorious, once another piece of our master plan falls into place, and once we have DEFILED your precious Pride Championship... we invite you, Patrick. Gordon. Junior. down to OUR ring... for the victory feast. Memento mori.

[FGA Office]

(( The scene cuts to the back where we find Viktor Kool and Firestorm of Koolstorm, wearing matching black trunks and boots. Viktor Kool is on his cell phone as Firestorm can be found casually flexing his arms. Dan Thornton walks into shot, causing Firestorm to drop his arms and go slightly red in the face. Dan looks between the two men, with no readable expression on his face. ))

Firestorm: You ok big guy?

Thornton: Where is Mike?

Firestorm: He’s not here. I think Viktor is on the phone to him. So sit tight, Dan. We’ll have word soon from Mike or Tim as to what the plans are.

Thornton: Very well.

(Dan Thornton looks Firestorm up and down with a look of disdain, before turning to leave. Firestorm watches his colleague go, before waiting a few more seconds.)

Firestorm: That guy has no personality.

(Viktor Kool puts the phone down on the side. Firestorm raises his eyebrows and shakes off the uncomfortable feeling that Dan Thornton’s presence creates.)

Firestorm: So?

Kool: Looks like we’re going home. Mike said he has no plans for tonight. No message to send. He’s just going to keep insulting them both over twitter until Ben or Blaine, or whatever he is called now, comes back.

Firestorm: Sounds good to me.

(With that, the two men walk over to wear two identical black gym bags sit on a bench. They casually begin to remove street clothes as the scene goes back to a shot of the ring.)

[FGA Office]

Grayson: Unfortunately we won’t see Tomkins tonight.

Clement: (Clement speaks in a mocking tone) "What a shame!" The former Champion has some explaining to do. At Only the Strong Survive, he attacked Camellia D. Magna and ruined her chances to win the Gold Rush Rumble!

Grayson: He already explained. Tomkins said he would hold the FGA ransom and he kept his words.

Clement: The guy feels entitled to the FGA Title without even having had a match since he was announced to return. On top of that, he had his goons do his handywork!

Grayson: He got his hands wet. Tomkins is a Champion through and through. He deserves respect.

Camellia D. Magna vs. Jason Richards

The sound of a wolf howling through out the arena can be heard as the lights go out. The lights then begin to flash red, white, and blue as Richards appears from behind the curtain. He looks out over the crowd pumping them up as he makes his way to the ring holding is hand out.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 202 pounds. He is one half of the GFC World Tag Team Champions.... "The American Wolf" JASON RICHARDS!

The crowd slaps it as he makes his way around the ring stopping at the corner he stands on a chair once again hyping up the crowd. He jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he begins stretching in the corner waiting for his opponent.

Clement: Jason Richards has impressed fans and FGA officials since his arrival two months ago. So much so that there are talks of him potentially having earned a Pride Championship Match down the road.

Grayson: This guy, Pride Championship material? How do they figure that? Who has he beaten?

Clement: To date? He's beaten everyone that he's been put in the ring with. The only blemish on his record is losing the Gold Rush Rumble; a loss that all but one man suffered last Sunday in Boston.

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Speaking of someone who lost the Gold Rush Rumble, here's Camellia D. Magna!

Clement: Cami may have lost the Gold Rush Rumble. But unlike a lot of people in that match, she was screwed over by Michael Tomkins in his pack of goons.

Grayson: It wasn't like she was going to win, anyway.

Clement: You don't know that. We never got to see what Camellia could do in that match thanks to Tomkins. But this has been his M.O. from the very beginning. Back in his heyday, he had his manager Timmy Brown interfering in all of his matches. Now, he has a bunch of goons doing his dirty work. As much as I'd like to see Tomkins answer for what he did to this young lady at Only the Strong Survive, I'm relieved that he won't be here tonight.

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

The bell sounds as both grapplers shake hands to start off the match. The crowd cheers and applauds at the show of sportsmanship between the two.

Clement: There certainly won't be any cheapshots taken in this one.

Grayson: What a shame. I was looking forward to a thumb to the eyes.

The two then circle the ring before locking up. Cami quickly places Richards in a side headlock. She then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Richards then leans over and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. But Cami quickly elbows him in the face and then throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Richards reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Cami is able to escape with a kip up. After Richards rushes to get back up to his feet, Cami throws him back down with another side headlock takeover. Richards reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Cami is able to escape via a kip up. After Richards rushes to get up to his feet, Cami places him in a side headlock. But Richards shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Richards knocks her down with a shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Cami kips up. When Richards comes back, he knocks her down with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Cami kips up. When Richards comes back, Cami leap frogs over him. Richards continues to run into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Cami (without turning around) leap frogs over him again. Richards continues to run into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Cami knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers form the crowd. Richards gets back up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Richards gets up, Cami goes for another dropkick. But Richards side steps and swats her down. As Cami gets up, Richards throws her down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Cami gets back up, but Richards throws her down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Cami gets up, Richards grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she slides through Richards' legs. When Richards turns around, Cami goes for a kick to the midsection. But Richards catches her foot and lifts it up, sending Cami backflipping in the air. After she lands on her feet, Richards goes for a lariat. But Cami ducks, grabs him from behind and runs into the ropes. Richards hooks his arms around the top rope and jerks back, sending Cami down to the canvas. After Cami rolls up to her feet, Richards turns and the two meet each other with raises fists. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as both grapplers circle the ring.

Clement: What a great sequence there by both grapplers. Both of them are known for their striking abilities. But they certainly know how to wrestle as we just saw there.

Grayson: Not bad.

Both grapplers head towards the center of the ring. Cami raises her hands for a test of strength. Richards obliges by locking hands. The two then bump chests. After jockeying for position, Richards brings Cami down towards the canvas. The only thing keeping her back from touching the canvas is the top of her head. Cami then slowly bridges back up to a vertical base. She then hops onto Richards' thighs and delivers a modified monkey flip to cheers from the crowd. Richards gets up, but Cami throws him down with an arm drag. Richards gets back up, but Cami throws him down with another arm drag. As Richards gets up, Cami grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Richards scoops her up across his shoulder. He then goes for a running powerslam. But Cami slips down towards his side and counters with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Richards gets up, Cami grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Richards gets up, Cami runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Cami circles the ring as she claps her hands, trying to get the crowd riled up.

Clement: Ms. Magna has the crowd solidly behind her as she's about to set up for something to the outside.

As Richards gets up on the outside, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Richards slides into the ring, gets up and cuts her off with a lariat that turns her inside out.

Grayson: So much for that dive.

The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Cami kicks out.

Clement: Cami nearly got her head taken off with that lariat. But she's still able to kick out.

Richards brings her into the corner. He unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers. Richards then takes Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. Richards charges into the corner and goes for a running corner forearm strike. But Cami moves out of the way, causing Richards' forearm to collide with the top turnbuckle. As Richards stumbles back, Cami kicks him in the midsection and takes him down with a rolling cross armbar. The crowd cheers as Cami tries to hyper-extend the arm. But Richards quickly reaches over with his legs and puts his feet around the bottom rope. The ref gives Cami until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Cami lets go.

Clement: Richards is lucky he was so close to the ropes.

Grayson: Yes he was. Cami, as you said earlier, is known for her striking and her aerial moves. But she can throw out a submission hold here and there, too.

As Richards gets up to his feet, Cami goes over, grabs him by the arm, brings him away from the ropes and wrings his arm. Cami then delivers another arm wrench. But Richards then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, kicks Cami's hand from off his arm, kicks her in the midsection, delivers a vertical suplex, rolls over, pulls her back up and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Cami bridges up, turns over and knees him in the midsection. She then grabs Richards by the back of the neck with both hands and delivers alternating knee strikes to the face. The crowd cheers. She then takes Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Cami bends over to set up a back body drop. But Richards counters with a swinging fisherman suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

Clement: Nice counter there by Richards. This could be it...

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Richards picks her up and goes for a vertical suplex, but Cami blocks it. He tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex but again, Cami blocks it. So he lets go and delivers a headbutt. Richards grabs Cami and goes for another vertical suplex. But Cami blocks it. So he tightens his grip and tries for another vertical suplex. But again, Cami blocks it. So Richards lets go and delivers a forearm strike to the head. He then grabs Cami, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

Grayson: He just dropped her right on her head! That's gotta be it.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd!

Clement: How resilient is this young woman!?

Richards sits her up and then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a Kawada Kick to the side of the head. Richards makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd! Richards stands on his knees with his hands on his hips. He shakes his head.

Grayson: I can't believe it, either. Did you hear the thud from that kick?

Clement: Oh I heard it!

Richards picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up.

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

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Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Cami picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses and sends Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she connects with the Crown of Thorns. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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THR-NO! Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: I thought she had him there!

Cami gets up and steps through the ropes. After making her way across the apron, she makes her way up the turnbuckles. But one she has one foot on the top turnbuckle, Richards rushes to his feet, runs into the corner, runs up the turnbuckle, grabs Cami and throws her off with an avalanche exploder suplex to cheers and applaud from the crowd.

Grayson: That has to be it! It's over!

Clement: What a desperation move there by Richards! He saw this match slipping away from him. So he darted over with one last ditch effort to try and stop her!

Grayson: But he can't make the cover! He may have expelled so much energy that he can't drag himself over towards her.

The crowd continues to cheer for the athleticism that both grapplers have shown in this match. But the cheers turn to boos as Anton Chase heads down to the ring.

Grayson: It's "The Future" Anton Chase!

Clement: What in the world does he want now?

After Chase slides into the ring, he goes over and puts the boots to Richards to boos from the crowd. The referee immediately calls for the bell.

Clement: The ref has just called for the bell as Chase stomps the hell out of Richards.

Grayson: He's beating him up like he owes him money.

Clement: I don't understand what's gotten into him. Ever since Richards beat him a couple of shows back, Chase has done nothing but sticks is nose in his business and jump him at every turn.

Chase picks up Richards and tosses him through the ropes, sending him to the floor. Chase rolls to the outside and begins to berates Richards. As Richards slwoly gets up, Chase repeatedly slaps him upside the head to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Richards blocks one of the slaps and counters with a forearm strike to the face. He then nails Chase with a right hand.... and another.... and another. Richards continues to strike Chase, sending Chase stumbling up the aisle and back through the curtain.

As Richards heads through the ramp in pursuit of Chase, Cami gets back up to her feet in the ring. Just then, Viktor Kool, Firestorm and Dan Thornton jump over the barricade from different sides of the ring.

Clement: Michael Tomkins’ goons have surrounded the ring! Once again he seems content on not doing his own dirty work!

Grayson: This is why he is the former Champion! What a tactician!

The three men slide simultaneously into the ring and circle Camellia D. Magna who braces herself for a fight, not willing to back down. Viktor Kool surges forward to meet a kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Firestorm advances, but Camellia throws a stiff punch to the side of the head which knocks him back. Dan Thornton then charges forward and takes her down with a fierce clothesline. He then picks her up off of the canvas and sets her up for his triple powerbomb, while the members of Koolstorm look on.

Grayson: Dan Thornton sets Camellia up for “the Business.”

Clement: This is diabolical. Three men ganging up on one woman after she has worn herself down with a match tonight.

Grayson: Call it what you will. Tomkins sure knows how to make an impact.

As Thornton hits the last of the three powerbombs, “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach hits the speakers and Michael Tomkins appears at the top of the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. With a microphone in hand, the former Champion struts down to the ring, slowly, enjoying the moment. He rolls into the ring, greeted by a hug from Firestorm, who then holds up Tomkins’ arm. Dan Thornton steps away from Camellia, looking slightly frustrated. Viktor Kool stomps on Camellia, for good measure.

Clement: Tomkins makes me sick. How can he justify this disgusting assault?

Tomkins slowly moves around the ring, taunting with the mic as if he is about to talk, but takes his time. Eventually, he holds it to his face, but pauses before speaking.

Tomkins: Michael Tomkins is back!

The crowd are quick to boo as a loud chorus.

Grayson: And what an impact he has made!

Clement: His cronies, he means!

Tomkins: My twitter has been plagued with questions, about why I acted the way I did during the Gold rush Rumble. Camellia herself had things to say. She even offered me a cookie. So I ask you now, Camellia… Where the hell is this cookie?

Grayson: Ha! This guy is my hero!

Clement: Real class act…

Tomkins: Camellia, you represent everything that I once was. You are a new face at the bottom of the heap, waiting to make a name for herself. I was once the new guy. The one no one believed in. The difference between us, though… I was never a victim. You are, Camellia. I have watched you become a joke. So, I took it upon myself to showcase you. Make an example out of you. I told everyone that my quest is for the FGA Gold and that part is true. I said I would hold the FGA ransom. This is my words in action. This is the true FGA Champion sending a message by beginning from the bottom. How does that feel, Camellia? You are the bottom. Firestorm, Viktor Kool… Pick her up.

The two members of Koolstorm grab Camellia and pull her to her feet. Michael Tomkins throws the mic down to the floor and then takes her from them and sets her up for “the Defector.” He then picks the mic back up.

Tomkins: Message delivered.

With that, “Getting Away With Murder” hits once more as the four men exit the ring and walk up the entrance ramp. Tomkins stops at the top as the other men disappear behind the curtain.

Tomkins: I can’t wait to hear from you, baby.

He then drops the mic where he stands and disappears behind the curtain with his entourage.

Clement: The nerve of this guy! He walks around the place as if he is entitled to walk straight into the Title picture and then questions the rights of other grapplers here.

Grayson: Say what you want, he is still the only person that can say they were the first FGA Champion. Do I have to remind you of A New Odyssey?

Clement: No! But he lost his Title. And then he left for almost a year and thinks things should be as he left them. He isn’t top of the power rankings anymore!

Grayson: He will be.

Winner by Disqualification: Jason Richards

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Johnny Blayze vs. Pat Gordon, Jr

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.

From Daytona Beach, Florida…weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…...

"HOT STUFFFFF" JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!!

The crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Clement: I hope Johnny Blayze is proud of what he did earlier. I hope he feels like a big man. Because in just a few moments, Pat Gordon, Jr is going to make him feel about THIS small.

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

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

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

The bell sounds as Blayze runs over and attacks PGJr from behind, nailing him with clubbing shots to the head to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And Blayze wastes no time as he jumps Gordon, Jr from behind.

Grayson: Why wait for your opponent to anticipate your first move when you can get the jump on them?

Blayze grabs a hold of PGJr and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning PGJr around, Blayze delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, followed by a series of mudhole stomps that send PGJr down in the corner. Blayze then reaches down, picks PGJr back up and chokes him with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives Blayze until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Blayze lets go..... only to slap PGJr across the face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: You know that Blayze is loving every single second of this.

Clement: I bet he is. Gordon, Jr was his friend. He was someone that trusted him. But Blayze became jealous and deluded, which drove a wedge right into this friendship. He should be helping Gordon, Jr go after the Murder. He shouldn't be out here softening him up for them.

Grayson: That's right. The Murder have cordially invited Pat to Pooler's Pride Championship celebration.

While PGJr clutches his cheek, Blayze can be seen berating the Southie Scrapper. But the boos turn to cheers as PGJr clocks Blayze with a right hand, knocking him down. Blayze gets back up, but PGJr nails him with another right hand that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. As Blayze gets back up, PGJr runs over, delivers a double leg pick up and then rams him back-first into the corner. PGJr unleashes a flurry of right hands that send Blayze slumping down in the corner. The crowd cheers as PGJr delivers several stomps to the head. He then reaches down, grabs Blayze by the legs, and drags him towards the center of the ring. He then lifts up Blayze's legs, spreads them apart and delivers a punch to the groin. The crowd cheers as Blayze sits up howling in pain.

Grayson: Low blow! Ref, DQ him.

Clement: You have a problem with that. But you're perfectly fine with Blayze throwing a damn fireball at Alexia Brandt.

Grayson: Why wouldn't I be? They weren't in a match when it happened.

Clement: Oh give me a break!

PGJr runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he delivers a hard kick to the small of the back. Blayze can be seen arching his back in pain as PGJr runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he delivers a rolling neck snap. The crowd cheers as Blayze clutches his neck in pain.

PGJr goes over, picks up Blayze, spins him around, lifts him up and delivers an atomic drop. The crowd cheers as Blayze arches his back in pain. PGJr then runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee strike to the back, sending Blayze stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Blayze pulls himself up using the ropes, PGJr runs over and nails him with a right hand, knocking him down onto the apron. The crowd cheers. As PGJr tries to pull Blayze up, Blayze rakes him across the eyes. The crowd boos. After delivering a shoulder thrust through the ropes, Blayze goes for a sunset flip. PGJr can be seen swinging his arms wildly trying his best to regain his balance. Once he does, he drops down on one knee and hammers away with right hands to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Gordon, Jr is letting Blayze have it won't those right hands.

Grayson: The ref should get in there and break it up. Blayze barely has any breathing room with the way that Pat is all up on him.

PGJr picks up Blayze and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Blayze around, PGJr climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.

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

Blayze grabs PGJr, runs out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The crowd boos while PGJr is doubled over. Blayze then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks PGJr down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
PGJr gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Blayze picks up PGJr and goes for a vertical suplex. But PGJr slips down and rolls him up with a school boy. The crowd cheers.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Blayze kicks out.

As both men get up, Blayze quickly sits him in the midsection and throws him down with a sitdown faceslam. The crowd boos as he turns PGJr over. After heading into the corner, Blayze begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he gets to the top, PGJr grabs him by one of his legs and yanks him down, causing Blayze to slip and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Blayze took a little too much time climbing the turnbuckles and he certainly paid for it.

After climbing up onto the middle ropes, PGJr grabs Blayze and goes for a super belly to back suplex. But Blayze shifts his weight in mid air, crashing down across PGJr to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Blayze's got him!

ONE!
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TWO!
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PGJr gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Blayze picks up PGJr and whips him into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, he turns Blayze inside-out with a Wicked Lariat to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a clothesline by Pat Gordon, Jr! Maybe some sense has been knocked back into Blayze.

PGJr holds up his finger to the crowd, as if to ask them if they want one more. The crowd cheers. So PGJr turns and rotates his arm, setting up for another Wicked Lariat. When Blayze gets up and turns around, PGJr throws another Wicked Lariat. But Blayze ducks. When PGJr turns around, Blayze kicks him in the midsection, runs and tosses him shoulder-first into the ring post. The hard thud from the impact can be heard throughout the building.

Grayson: Did you hear that!?

Clement: Gordon, Jr looking worse for wear after colliding with the ring post.

As PGJr slowly turns around in the corner, Blayze runs over, hops onto PGJr and monkey flips him from out of the corner. The crowd boos. Blayze gets up and motions for PGJr to get up. When PGJr eventually gets up and turns around, Blayze runs from out of the corner, leaps up and takes him down with a leg lariat. The crowd boos. After picking up PGJr, Bkayze delivers a belly to back suplex. He then heads into the corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and twists off, connecting with the Blayze of Glory to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
.
.
THREE!

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY BLAYZE!

Blayze gets up to his feet. The ref tries to raise his arm, but Blayze quickly pulls it away. He then goes over to PGJr, stands over him and then raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Johnny Blayze gets the victory. But of course that's not enough for him. So he has to add insult to injury by standing over his fallen former friend.

Grayson: Speaking of injury, Gordon has been called out by The Murder. They want to meet him in the ring later on tonight. With no allies left, is he even in any condition to go out there? Could tonight be the night that we see the end of Pat Gordon, Jr?

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott and Madison Stewart to boos from the crowd. As the two make their way down the aisle, they shoo away the filthy fans in the front row. After helping her up onto the apron, Chandler climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes. After Madison enters the ring, she hands him a mic. She then motions for the crowd to pipe down as the TRUE PRIDE of FGA wants to speak to his adoring public.

Chandler: Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?

(Chandler smirks as he stares off into the distance. The crowd, meanwhile, boos at his display of arrogance. He rubs his chin as he admires a job well done.)

Chandler: The painstaking hours that were spent conjuring up the idea. The months of meticulous design. Making sure that all of your ducks are in a row, every t is crossed, every I is dotted, and even every lowercase j is dotted. And then you get to sit back, watch everything fall into place just as you wanted. And you get to reap all the rewards. That's essentially what you, Malcolm and Dom just did, Bob. And Only the Strong Survive was your end game. Back when Pat Gordon Jr was desperate for friends and backup, there you stood by his side. There you were, Pooler, a man that Pat never even knew. But you were right there willing to go up against the big, bad Murder. There you were, willing to risk life and limb all in the name of truth, justice and the good of FGA.

But you weren’t quite trusted, were you? (Chandler wags his index finger at the camera) No, you weren't. Much like Johnny Blayze later came to realize, you were never quite in that inner circle of trust. You weren't his right hand man. You weren't his childhood friend. You weren't his tag team partner. You weren't a man who he went into the ring hating and later came out respecting. You were just some random guy who was willing to extend a helping hand for the cause. And while your willingness was appreciated, it was never quite reciprocated. And that's where the real beauty of this plan really starts to shine.

(The crowd boos as Chandler continues to speak.)

Chandler: Slowly but surely, all of Pat's friends and allies got carted out. And if they weren’t carted out, they were beaten to a bloody pulp. If they weren't beaten to a bloody pulp, then they were screwed out of the company. And if they weren't screwed out of the company, then they had their insecurities preyed upon. All of this occurred until there only stood two: you and your good pal Pat. But as I just reminded everyone the other day, you have a real funny way of showing people just how good of a friend you are. Like say, oh I don't know, dropping off the apron just as they're about to make the desperate tag. And then you stood there and watched as he got the hell beaten out of him. Don't take this as me looking down upon what you guys accomplished or me somehow sympathizing with Pat. Believe me, I couldn't care less about Pat Gordon Jr and he deserves everything that he got.

(Chandler raises his index finger, as if he's about to add onto the point.)

Chandler: In fact, I must say that this was some nice work on your part. Was a clever? Clearly. But was it impressive? Was it something that would make me stand back and marvel over? Absolutely not. This isn't me selling your efforts short. This is me simply telling it like it is. But you want to know what IS impressive? You want to know something that you can really marvel over? The plan that I just executed on that poor, pathetic soul, Kevin Hardaway.


(The crowd cheers at the mention of his name. But Chandler just shakes his head, knowing that he will never, EVER be seen in an FGA ring again.)

Chandler: It has long been common knowledge to anyway with a brain that I am the end all, be all here in FGA. While others have pledged their allegiance, my actions have proven to be much louder than their worthless words. Before the Pride Championship was even created, I was the embodiment of everything that championship stood for. But because I may come off as elitist or entitled or arrogant, my words rub people the wrong way. My so-called lack of sportsmanship tends to be frowned upon by the holier than thou sheep in the audience. And because of that, I don't get nary the credit that I deserve. Enter Kevin Hardaway. A man who, just a month prior to last December, stormed through those FGA doors with an army and attacked our people. But a couple of well-timed tears and a halfway believable story gets him sympathy and a hero’s welcome. It was at that point that I decided to take him out. Not only was I not going to let this filth pollute these halls with his presence, but I wasn't about to allow him to take my rightful spot.

(A "SHUT THE HELL UP!" chant begins to break out. But Chandler pays them no mind as he continues to gloat.)

Chandler: Sure, there were some hiccups along the way. Things didn't go as smoothly as I would've liked. For instance, Hardaway was never even supposed to have sniffed the Pride Championship. If I had it way, he would have never made it past the semifinals. But it wasn't a total waste. Along the way Anton Chase, the man who I paid off, offered up enough red herrings that Hardaway was questioning everyone around him. And a well-timed nudge in a particular direction led to Hardaway flying across the pond in a paranoid state, invading a Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER show and costing Gabriel Gambino the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. The same championship that I tried to win a title shot for in the Open House Battle Royal not long after that. I thought that by getting that belt off of Gambino and onto Jay Pride, I'd have a much easier road ahead of me. But that was a mistake that cost me. I'll admit it. I underestimated Jay the first time. But as you can clearly see... (Chandler snickers as Madison hands over the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. He then raises his newly won belt to boos from the crowd) it wasn't a mistake that I'd ever be foolish enough to make again.

(Chandler smirks as a "CHANDLER SUCKS" chant begins to make it's way throughout the crowd.)

Chandler: Sure, Bob, you and your cohorts plan was good. Real good. You guys may have been planning this ruse for months. But you guys weren't the only ones who were setting a plan into motion. Though let's be honest here. You three spent the past several months devising a plan to beat up a guy who, let's face it, is about as dumb as a box of rocks. He could have easily been disposed of at anytime, anywhere and anyplace. You could have done the world a favor and put him out of his misery several months ago. But instead you dragged and draaaagged and draaaaaaaaagged this torture out for your own fantasies.

I, on the other hand, devised a plan that not only took out one of the most respected names in all of wrestling, but I got two belts to boot. Not only did I take everything that Kevin Hardaway worked so hard for – the Pride Championship – but this plan of mine also led me to winning the GFC World Championship for a promotion that I'm not even signed to! And the cherry on top is that Hardaway is no more. He isn't stepping his foot back into an FGA ring again. I broke him. Quite literally, in fact. Something which you couldn't do. I beat him not once, but twice in the same night. Something that again, you couldn't do. And here I sit now the Pride Champion, something that you couldn't win before and you certainly won't be winning now.

(With the final words trickling out of the lips of the Pride Champion, the crowds booing running around the arena and chants of asshole rife the sound of a familiar voice cut through the Bayfront Convention centre)

“Well, well, well if I knew you were throwing a celebration I would have brought some drinks, I’d have ordered the balloons, hell if you want, give me two seconds and I can get a midget strip act to complete your little self congratulations”

(J.T.Cash walked slowly and calmly out on to the top of the aisle, dressed in a pair of jeans and a fitted white tee shirt. He looked right down the ring towards Chandler Scott, the Pride Champion. A smile, a confident smile written across his face)

J.T.Cash – So all your scheming, all your planning, all your back stabbing, all the midnight hand shaking has all come down to this… Chandler Scott draped in more gold than Madison Stewart after one of her dirty nights in.

(Cash cocks his eyebrows and smirks, some fans who get it laugh and groan in disgust the others are just happy for the interruption of Chandler’s bragging. Madison's eyes widen in shock. But Chandler quickly covers her ears. He can be seen mouthing to Cash "that's not true.")

J.T.Cash – You know what champ, I came out here to congratulate you, the Pride Champion, the heavyweight champion in another company, you’ve got it all, you’ve got money, you’ve got athleticism, you can talk the talk and there are two straps of gold over your shoulder that says you can walk the walk… Hell Chandler you may not have seen me in other companies in days gone by but you remind me of someone who talked the same talk…. His name was J.T.Cash! But you see Chandler there is something that I realised, there is something that changed in me, and that is these people, the people who pay their hard earned money to see people like us do what we do, without these people there is no FGA Wrestling, there is no Pride Championship and believe me champ there is no Chandler Scott, Madison Stewart, Harvard Connection and you are just left some pompous assclown with a first class honours from some expensive school. I realized that, I realized that the moment I got back in to professional wrestling, the minute I stepped foot in this company I had to give back, I had to do what I do not for money, not for fame, not for ego but for…Pride.

(Cash stated as a matter of fact as he pointed at the Pride Championship that sat nestled on the body of Chandler Scott. Chandler quickly clutches the belt and tries to hide it out of Cash's sight.)

J.T.Cash - You talk about becoming the Pride Champion, about defeating an icon of FGA Wrestling, you talk about looking at The Murder, you mention everyone else but there is one name in your little speech you forgot… A man who knows the walks of life you walk in, a man who looks at the Pride Championship over your shoulder like a stain on the history of FGA Wrestling, not because you’re not good enough to hold it, but because these people deserve better, that title… the pride of FGA Wrestling deserves better. So here it is Chandler, you may have been talking about everyone else, you may have beaten some of the best, you may think you have it all, but not you’ve got a bigger problem, a billionaires boy from Las Vegas, a former NWA champion, a highflying, quick talking, sharp dressing, ass kicking J.T.Cash who does what he does better than anyone else in this business, a man who gets these people on the edge of their seat, jumping to their feet all in unison chanting the fact that punk, J.T.Cash is EVERYTHING…

(with that the fans finish the line off shouting at the top of their lungs “YOU WILL NEVER BE”, Cash smirks points to the Pride strap and then motions to his own waist, he tosses the mic to the floor and slowly backs away, not taking his eyes off the champion smirking as he disappears back through the curtains. Chandler looks at Madison in disbelief at the disrespect he's just been shown. He stares at the entrance way before looking down at his Pride Championship.)

[FGA Office]

June 21, 2013
Secaucus, NJ

[FGA Office]

"Lies" by Evanescence is heard over the stereo system as the arena lights dim down and small clouds of smoke rise from the ground. Around the one minute of "Lies" Perello is seen coming through the curtain, a slow pace in his step. He looks around at the crowd in attendance, staring down one in particular that was asking him "Who are you?"

Dressed in an all black sweat suit, Perello lifts his hood over his head and continues his slow pace toward the ring, reaching the steps, and entering the ring. He takes another hard look at the audience in attendance, shining off a smirk before asking for a microphone. Perello's music fades away as he raises the microphone to his lips, hearing a soft reaction from the crowd.

Perello: That's right. Silence..

He licks his lips, staring out into the crowd.

Perello: Most of you are silent, sitting their in your chairs, wondering just who the hell I am and what I'm doing here. I don't blame you for not knowing who I am. The real heroes of this World never get the praise they should receive, and you people rather idolize characters.. Characters who call themselves.. Wrestlers.. Wrestlers who you people call heroes.

He takes a brief pause, hearing a small chorus of boos.

Perello: It's sickening how you people emotionally invest into these.. Characters, believing that they're heroes, when they're not.. You wanna know who the real heroes are? People like me, who risked their life to protect YOUR safety and by doing that, I lost EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING I ever cared about was taken away from me, and for what?

He lowers the hood from his sweatshirt, pointing at his neck with a tattoo reading "Brenda" in a unique cursive lettering.

Perello: My hero was taken away from me.. Now? I'm here to get rid of all of yours.

He drops the mic, exiting the ring, hearing some jeers from the crowd. He keeps his head down, staring at the ground the entire walk toward the curtain, a scowl on his face.

Clement: FGA newcomer Joey Perello just made his on-camera debut for FGA. And he certainly didn't endear himself to this crowd.

Grayson: I don't know who he is. But I like what he's saying.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Malcolm Drake vs. J.T. Cash

The lights strobe throughout the arena, as the first notes of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system, the crowd all move towards the guard rails as there standing at the top of the ramp having broken through the curtains is J.T.Cash. Dressed in his usual black track pants with Enigma written down the side of one leg, a dark zip up hoody covering his face he stands at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth from side to side. As the lights start to slow down in their strobing it settles on J.T.Cash looking to each corner of the arena nodding he pounds on his chest then points in to the air in his usual tribute.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 235 pounds. He is "The Enigma" J..... T....... CASH!

He walks towards the ring with a purpose holding out his hands to reach out to the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and taking his place in the ring. As the fans cheer his name he lifts off his hood and a smirk develops over his face, his arms outstretched welcoming the fans admiration.

Clement: J.T. Cash is looking for a big victory tonight after coming so close to winning the Gold Rush Rumble.

Grayson: Getting close isn't good enough. Being the runner-up is only good for a pat on the head. He had the chance to back up all his big talk. But instead, he lost. Now, instead of challenging Chris Q for the FGA Championship tomorrow night, he's getting led to the slaughter against the Head Crow.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 183 pounds. He is the Head Crow of The Murder, MALCOLM DRAKE!

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

Clement: Malcolm Drake, the Head Crow of The Murder, is on a bit of a resurgence as of late.

Grayson: Resurgence? Were you not paying attention? Everything that has happened over the past six months has all been apart of a well-calculated plan. You can analyze all the statistics. You can put so much weight behind the win/loss column. But the one thing that the stats don't show is who has the momentum. And right now, The Murder has got this company by the throat.

The bell sounds as both men head to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Cash places Drake in a side headlock. Drake tries to shove him off, but Cash hangs on tight. He then tries to shove off Cash a second time but again, Cash doesn't budge. Cash then brings him down to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. The crowd cheers. After fidgeting around on the canvas, Drake reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Cash is able to escape with a kip up. Drake quickly rushes up to his feet and sees Cash waiting for him with closed fists. So Drake steps back and circles the ring.

Drake inches closer towards Cash before locking up. Drake quickly places Cash in a side headlock. But Cash shoves Drake off of him and into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Cash knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. Cash then runs into the ropes as Drake gets back up to his feet. When Cash comes back, he knocks Drake down with another running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Drake turns over onto his stomach. Cash hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. Drake then gets back up to his feet. When Cash comes back, Drake brings him down with a drop toe hold. The crowd boos as Drake rolls across Cash's back and applies a front facelock. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But Cash refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Cash grabs a hold of one of Drake's arms and slowly pries it from around his neck, reversing into an arm wringer. The crowd cheers.

The crowd continues to cheer as Cash twists the arm. Drake can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. Drake responds by reversing into an arm wrench of his own. The crowd boos as Drake repeatedly tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. He delivers another arm wrench and follows up with a clubbing shot to the arm. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But Cash refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, swats Drake off of him and quickly delivers a leg scissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Drake gets up, but Cash throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Drake gets back up, but Cash throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd boos. As Drake gets back up, Cash grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Cash into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Drake goes for a hip toss. But Cash blocks it. Drake goes for another hip toss but again, Cash blocks it. Cash then punches Drake in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Drake's neck, Cash hits a backflip. Once he lands on his feet, he quickly grabs Drake and throws him back down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Drake gets up, Cash connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: J.T. Cash has been able to best Malcolm Drake in the early portion of this match.

Grayson: And it doesn't look like he's done yet.....

As Drake gets up on the outside, Cash runs into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he motions for a suicide dive. But Drake scurries out of the way to boos from the crowd, forcing Cash to put on the brakes at the last minute.

Clement: And like the coward that he is, Drake hightails it out of there.

Grayson: Well want do you want him to do, just stand there and let himself get hit?

After circling the ring, Drake rolls back in. He then pulls himself up using the ropes. Both men then begin to circle the ring. After inching closer to each other, they lock up. After jockeying for position, Cash moves Drake into the corner. As Cash has him pinned up against the corner, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

As Cash makes the clean break, Drake shoves him to boos from the crowd. After making his way from out of the corner, Drake heads over and locks back up with Cash. After jockeying for position, Cash moves Drake into the corner. But Drake switches position and pins Cash up against the corner. The ref goes over and gives him until the count of five to break it up.

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

As both men appear to make a clean break, Drake lunges forward and nails Cash with a headbutt. The crowd boos as he takes Cash, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope.

Clement: Once again, Drake is resorting to his bread and butter: cheapshots.

Grayson: And? It's working, isn't it?

Cash then stumbles into the corner as he clutches his eyes in pain. The crowd boos as Drake goes over, turns Cash around in the corner and nails him with right hands to the midsection. He then rakes Cash across the eyes, sending Cash stumbling from out of the corner. But Drake quickly reaches out, grabs Cash and throws him back into the corner. He unleashes a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of right hands to the head that sends Cash slumping down in the corner. Drake then steps back and chokes Cash with his foot while pulling down on the top rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go. He proceeds to deliver a series of facewashes before running into the adjacent set of ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a running facewash to boos from the crowd. After picking up Cash, Drake whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Drake throws a lariat. But Cash ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Drake runs at him and nails him with a kitchen sink, sending Cash flipping down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Drake makes the cover.

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Cash kicks out.

Clement: We all know that Malcolm Drake is the one pulling the strings in The Murder. But I found it interesting the way he just dismissed both Dom Harter and Bob Pooler in a recent video of his.

Grayson: What are you even talking about?

Clement: Drake made it a point to say that not only would Pooler win the Pride Championship because of him, but Dom Harter won the Gold Rush Rumble because of him, too.

Grayson: He said no such thing. You're just desperate to save Pat Gordon, Jr. Is this what it's come to? Making up lies about The Murder? Just face it, Kev. Pat Gordon, Jr will be put out of his misery tonight. And no one is going to be able to save him. Not you or anybody else.

Drake picks up Cash and nails him with a headbutt, sending Cash stumbling into the ropes. As Drake heads over towards him, Cash comes off the ropes and delivers four right hands to the face. The crowd cheers. While Drake is dazed, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Drake knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. The crowd boos as he then bounces into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a jumping kneedrop. He makes the cover.

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Cash kicks out.

Drake picks up Cash, grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and drops down to one knee, delivering a jawbreaker that sends Cash stumbling into the corner. The crowd boos. Drake heads over into the corner and lunges forward, delivering a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Cash neck with both hands and chokes him. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go. He then takes Cash and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake charges into the corner and goes for a lariat. But Cash moves out of the way, causing Drake to collide with the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. As Drake stumbles back, Cash rolls him up with a school boy.

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Drake kicks out.

Clement: Only two!

As both men get up, Cash grabs Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cash counters with a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Drake quickly grabs Cash and moves him into the corner while he gouges his eyes. The crowd boos. He then delivers three forearm strikes to the jaw. Drake then grabs Cash and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake charges across the ring, but he runs into a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. After shaking off the blow, Drake runs back into the corner. But this time, he runs into an elbow. The crowd cheers. After shaking off the attack, Drake runs back over towards the corner. But Cash cuts him off with the Cash Cut to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Clement: Spear! Spear!

Grayson: Oh no....

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Drake gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd!

Cash picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he slides through Drake's legs. When Drake turns around, Cash gets up to his feet and nails him with a stiff kick to the midsection. He then nails him with a stiff kick to the chest, followed by a stiff kick to the midsection. Cash nails him with another stiff kick to the chest, followed by another stiff kick to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he hops up and takes Drake down with a fameasser. The crowd cheers as Cash makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Drake just barely got his shoulder up there.

Cash picks up Drake and throws him down with a scoop slam. After heading across the ring, Cash steps through the ropes and waits for Drake to get up. When Drake gets up and turns around, Cash goes for a springboard flying forearm smash. But Drake catches him in mid air and throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd!

Grayson: What?

Clement: J.T. Cash still has some fight left in him.

Drake picks up Cash and whips him into the corner. Drake charges into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow that sends him stumbling back. The crowd cheers. Cash runs out of the corner to attack him. Drake goes for a Roaring Elbow. But Cash gets his forearms up and counters with a forearm strike to the face. The crowd cheers. He then takes Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Cash bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake counters with a knee lift that knocks him down. The crowd boos. As Cash turns over on all fours, Drake charges over and nails him with a punt kick to the head. The crowd boos as Drake makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How was that not enough for the three count?

Drake picks up Cash, grabs him by the arm, wrings his arm and then goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Cash ducks, grabs him from behind and throws him down with the Cash In to cheers from the crowd. Cash then raises his hands in the air and moves his index fingers in a circle, signally for the Cash Vault. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh no...

Clement: Cash is about to go up top. This could be it.....

After stepping through the ropes, Cash begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he reaches the top, Drake dives over and yanks down the top rope, causing Cash to slip and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Cash cringes in pain.

Grayson: And now he's right where Drake wants him.

Once Drake gets up, he heads over, grabs Cash and then plants him with a rope-hung Ace Cutter. The crowd boos. Drake then drags him away from the ropes, picks him up, lifts him up onto his shoulders and then plants him with the Momento Mori. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Man in the Box" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MALCOLM DRAKE!

Drake gets up on his knees and wipes the dirty blonde hair from out of his face. He looks over at the downed Cash as a sadistic smirk creeps across his face.

Clement: That evil s.o.b. Malcolm Drake barely pulled this one out.

Grayson: It doesn't matter if he squeaked by or he blew Cash out of the water. The only thing that matters is that he won. One down, two to go.

[FGA Office]

(( Justice Young is backstage, checking his phone for text messages, when completely unannounced Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum swagger into shot. ))

Cherry: We're ready for our interview segment now.

Justice: What inte...wait, you're not on this show?

Karma: I know, I know, but rather than sit back and wait my turn I'm being proactive. After all, I am the only true superstar in Frontier Wrestling Arts so I should live up to my billing.

[Justice sighs]

Justice: Very well, what would you like to talk about?

Karma: It's quite simple, Justice Young, I want to know where I pick up my trophy.

Justice: Trophy...?

Cherry: For being the Iron Man of the Gold Rush Rumble.

Justice: But they don't give a trophy for that.

[Karma laughs]

Karma: Very funny.

[Karma stops laughing]

Karma: No, seriously, where?

Justice: I...uh...why not try at the front office?

Cherry: Front office?

Karma: The nearest bar.

Cherry: Oh...kay.

Karma: But rest assured, Justice Young, when you see me tomorrow night in Ocean City, I shall have my well-deserved trophy in my possession. Until then.

[Karma pats Young on the side of the face]

Karma: Ciao.

(( Karma and Cherry walk away, leaving Young looking flabbergasted. ))

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Pride Championship Match
(c) Chandler Scott vs. Bob Pooler

“Unleashed” blasts out of the speakers as the curtain is pulled back and out steps Pooler. Cellphone flashes illuminate him in an almost strobe light affect as he stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos and jeers of the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring taunting those closest to the guard rail. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match.

Clement: Bob Pooler showed his true colors this past Sunday as he turned on Pat Gordon, Jr, revealing himself as the third member of The Murder.

Grayson: And he was with them all along. We all fell for it hook, line and sinker. Even me. I swear if Pooler doesn't win the Oscar next year, then the Academy is going to have hell to pay.

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 is now covered in championships. This past Sunday, he defeated Kevin Hardaway in two falls for the Pride Championship. And then a week later in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, he defeated Jay Pride for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship.

Grayson: Chandler Scott has been making history right and left as of late. But he better be careful. Because if he's not, Bob Pooler and the rest of The Murder will make HIM history.

Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. And it is for the Pride Championship!

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. Now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 218 pounds. Now representing The Murder, BOB POOLER!

The crowd boos mercilessly as Pooler climbs up onto the middle rope and eggs them on.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 255 pounds. He is the current GFC World Heavyweight Champion and the reigning..... defending..... Pride Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, CHANDLER SCOTT!

The crowd boos mercilessly as Chandler slowly raises both of his championships in the air. The senior official calls both men over towards the center of the ring. After running down the Pride Rules, he offers both men a chance to shake hands or be docked a rope break each. The two men reluctantly shake hands. After instructing them to step back into their respective corners, Chandler hands the belt over to the ref. The ref then goes ove and shows it to Pooler before showing it off to all fours sides of the crowd. After handing the belt over to the time keeper, he calls for the bell.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring.

Clement: And here we go as this Pride Championship Match is officially underway.....

They go to lock up. But Pooler ducks the collar and elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. Chandler quickly elbows him in the face, performs a standing switch and applies a waistlock of his own. He then hoists Pooler up and throws him down with a waistlock takedown. After Pooler gets up to his knees, Chandler hoists him up, only to throw him down again with a waistlock takedown. Chandler spins around on his back before reapplying the waistlock. After a few, Pooler battles his way back up to his feet. He tries for an elbow to the face, but Chandler moves out of the way. Pooler goes for another elbow but again, Chandler moves out of the way. He then hoists Pooler up and throws him down with yet another waistlock takedown. After turning across Pooler's back, Chandler applies a front facelock. As he cinches in the hold, Pooler battles back up to his knees. After getting up to his feet, he slowly moves Chandler into the corner. After pressing Chandler up against the corner, Pooler reaches out and grabs the middle rope. The ref gives Chandler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chandler reluctantly lets go. After the two men make a clean break, Pooler steps back towards the center of the ring.

Clement: Pooler's already used up one rope break. You only get three in these Pride Championship matches. Time will tell if that comes back to bite him.

Chandler heads from out of the corner and locks up with Pooler. Chandler quickly places him in a side headlock. After cincing in the hold, he transitions into a hammerlock. But Pooler leans over and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Chandler tries to elbow him in the face. But Pooler moves his head out of the way. After faking an elbow, Chandler reaches back, grabs Pooler by the back of the neck, drops down to one knee and throws him down with a snapmare takeover. After Pooler rushes back up to his feet, Chandler applies another side headlock. After three forearms to the ribs, Pooler shoves Chandler off of him and into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks down Pooler with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Pooler kips up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, Pooler leap frogs over him. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Pooler knocks him down with a dropkick. Chandler gets back up, but Pooler knocks him down with another dropkick. As Chandler gets up, Pooler goes for a third dropkick. But Chandler side steps and swats him down.

Grayson: Pooler tried going to the well too many times and Chandler saw it coming.

As Pooler gets back up to his feet, Chandler runs over and nails him with a Knee Trembler to the side of the head, sending Pooler stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. After heading over towards the ropes, Chandler reaches over the ropes to pick up Pooler. But Pooler quickly grabs him by the back of the neck with both hands and drops to the floor, guillotining Chandler throat-first across the top rope. As Chandler stumbles back, Pooler hops onto the apron and then connects with a springboard cross body block. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

As Chandler gets up, Pooler places him in a side headlock. After three forearms to the ribs, Chandler goes for a belly to back suplex. But Pooler rolls right over his shoulder, lands on his feet and reapplies the side headlock. Chandler then uses his strength to shove Pooler off of him and into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Pooler kips back up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, Pooler leap frogs over him. Once Pooler lands on his feet and turns around, Chandler knocks him down with a forearm strike to the face. As Pooler gets back up to his feet, Chandler grabs him and tosses him into the corner. He then charges into the corner. But Pooler nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. While Chandler is dazed, Pooler runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a hurricanrana. As Chandler gets up, Pooler runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he slides through Chandler's legs. When Chandler turns around, Pooler pushes himself up to his feet and throws out a kick. Chandler catches his foot. Pooler goes to counter with an enzuigiri. But Chandler blocks the attack. He then hooks his arms around Pooler's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner. As Pooler stumbles from out of the corner, Chandler scoops him up across his shoulder. He then turns and goes for a running powerslam. But Pooler slips down from behind and shoves Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he gets nailed with Dr. Teeth, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The ref starts his count.

Clement: Chandler absolutely got rocked with that superkick to the chin.

Grayson: Pooler really can hit that move from out of nowhere. And now Chandler looks to be out of it on the outside.

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

Chandler tries to shake out the cobwebs on the floor.

Ref: …... SIX...... SEVEN.....

Chandler slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron.

Ref: ….. EIGHT......

After Chandler pulls himself up onto the apron, Pooler nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then tries to suplex Chandler back into the ring, but Chandler blocks it. So Pooler tightens his grip and goes for another suplex. But again, Chandler blocks it. Chandler then grabs Pooler and suplexes him from inside the ring and to the floor. Pooler can be seen arching his back in pain.

Grayson: Ouch!

Clement: Pooler just got suplexed off the apron and to the outside! And that floor isn't the least bit forgiving.

After Chandler gets up, he picks up Pooler, scoops him up into the fallaway slam position and then runs forward, ramming him back-first into the ring post. He then slams Pooler hard on the floor. Pooler can be heard groaning in pain. Chandler then picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. He rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Pooler and whips him hard into the corner. Pooler bounces off the turnbuckles and crumbles to the canvas. He holds his back in pain as Chandler makes his way over towards him. After picking Pooler back up, Chandler whips him hard into the opposite corner. Pooler stumbles from out of the corner before dropping to his knees in pain. After Chandler goes over and attempts to pick him up, Pooler catches Chandler off guard with a small package.

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Chandler kicks out.

Grayson: He almost snuck away with one there.

After both men get up, Chandler goes for a running clothesline. But Pooler ducks. When Chandler turns around, Pooler nails him with a European Uppercut.... and another.... and another. He then takes Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chandler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Pooler stops and hooks Chandler's arms, setting up for the Midnight:30. But Chandler is able to counter with a back body drop. Chandler then picks up Pooler and delivers a pumphandle lift into a running powerslam. Pooler can be seen arching his back in pain. Chandler then picks him back up, hoists him up onto his shoulders, spins and throws him down with the Valediction.

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THREE!

Scott – 1
Pooler – 0

Clement: Chandler takes the first fall. And now all the pressure is on Pooler.

Grayson: Definitely. If Pooler wants to pull this out, he has to win the next two falls.

After the 30 second rest period, the ref calls for the bell to start the second fall. Chandler immediately heads across the ring to attack Pooler. But Pooler gets up on his knees and nails Chandler with a punch to the midsection. He then nails him with another punch to the midsection.... and another.... and another. Pooler then gets up to his feet and nails Chandler with a European Uppercut. He then takes Chandler and whips him into the corner. Pooler charges into the corner and connects with a running European Uppercut. He then takes Chandler and goes to whip him into the opposite corner. But Chandler reverses, sending Pooler into the corner. Chandler runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face. As Chandler stumbles back, Pooler hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and knocks him down with a diving European Uppercut. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Chandler and sets him up for a DDT. But Chandler grabs him around the waist and rams him back-first into the corner. He then unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After bringing Pooler from out of the corner, Chandler hoists him up for the Valediction. But once Pooler is lifted up onto his shoulders, he spins around and then rolls forward with a victory roll.

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Chandler kicks out.

Grayson: Pooler almost snuck away with another fall.

Clement: Pooler is definitely crafty.

As both men get up, Chandler nails Pooler with a forearm strike to the face. Pooler comes back with a European Uppercut. Chandler nails him with another forearm strike to the face. Pooler nails him with another European Uppercut. Chandler throws another forearm strike. But Pooler counters by taking him down with a crossface. Chandler can be heard groaning in pain as Pooler cinches in the hold. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to quit. When Chandler waves him off, Pooler pulls back, increasing the pressure. Chandler continues to groan in pain as he's trapped in the Crossface. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Chandler refuses to quit. So Pooler repeatedly jerks back with the Crossface.

Grayson: He's got nowhere to go.

Clement: Can he will himself towards the ropes?

Grayson: I don't think he can do much of anything except tap.

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But again, Chandler refuses to quit. He then tries to reach out to the ropes. But he's nowhere near them. So he tries to pull himself towards his left. Pooler can be seen repositioning himself and tightening his grip. He pulls back, causing Chandler to let out a loud scream. But he still doesn't quit. Chandler continues to scratch and pull himself towards his left. He reaches out..... and grabs the bottom rope. The ref gives Pooler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Pooler reluctantly lets go..... only to quickly get up, drag Chandler away from the ropes and try to reapply the crossface. But Chandler quickly squirms away and rolls to the outside. While Chandler takes a breather on the outside, Pooler gets up and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Pooler rushes towards the ropes, leaps forward and plants Chandler with a suicide dive into a tornado DDT.

Grayson: Did you see that!?

Clement: I saw it, but I still can't believe it! What a move by Bob Pooler!

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

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Chandler gets his leg on the bottom rope. Pooler sighs. But he quickly snaps out of it, grabs Chandler, drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up!

Pooler then circles the ring as Chandler slowly gets back up to his feet. He then crouches down, waiting patiently for Chandler to turn around. Once he does, Pooler darts over and goes for the High Velocity Hug. But Chandler nails him with a high knee lift that knocks him down. Chandler then picks up Pooler and hoists him up for the Valediction. But Pooler lunges down and nails him with an elbow to the top of the head. After rolling back down and landing on his feet, Pooler steps back and then throws out Dr. Teeth. Chandler catches his foot and spins him around. But when Pooler comes back, he connects with a step-up enzuigiri, knocking him down. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

Grayson: Lights out for Chandler.

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THR-NO! Chandler gets his shoulder up!

Pooler picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Pooler nails him with a Roaring Elbow that knocks him down. He then steps through the ropes and waits impatiently for Chandler to get up. Once Chandler gets up and turns around, Pooler connects with a springboard cross body block. But Chandler rolls through it, gets back up to his feet and then throws Pooler over his head with a fallaway slam.

Clement: He rolled right throw that and flung Pooler over his head like it was nothing.

Chandler then crouches down in the center of the ring as he waits for Pooler to get up. After Pooler pulls himself up in the corner and turns around, Chandler charges into the corner. But he runs right into a European Uppercut. As Chandler stumbles back, Pooler hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off, grabs Chandler in mid air and takes him down with a diving version of the Equilibrium. He then picks up Chandler, hooks his arms, hoists him up and throws him down with Midnight:30. Pooler winces as he holds his back in pain. He then turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

Scott – 1
Pooler – 1

Clement: And now it's all tied up.

Grayson: It's anyone's match now. Each man has a fall. Each man has two rope breaks left. This should be good.

After the 30 second rest period, the ref calls for the bell to start the third and final fall. Pooler heads over to Chandler, turns him around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then grabs Chandler and goes for an irish whip. Chandler reverses, but stops Pooler short by kneeing him in the midsection. While Pooler is doubled over, Chandler lifts him up for the Valediction. But Pooler counters with a hurricanrana. Once Chandler gets up and turns around, Pooler nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection that doubles him over. He then nails Chandler in the back of the thigh with a stiff kick that brings him down to his knees. Pooler goes behind Chandler, places his foot in the middle of his back, pulls back his arms and then delivers a surfboard curbstomp. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it. New champion.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up! Pooler looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers.

Pooler picks up Chandler and goes for a scoop slam. But Chandler elbows him in the side of the head. He then takes Pooler and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Pooler knees him in the head, forcing Chandler to drop him. Pooler then runs into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chandler turns him inside out with a running forearm smash. He slides over and makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up! Chandler slaps the canvas three times in frustration.

Clement: Both men have come within an eyelash of winning this match. But who will be able to actually put their opponent away?

Chandler picks up Pooler and goes for an irish whip, but Pooler reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Pooler throws out a kick. Chandler catches it and spins him around. But Pooler uses the momentum to turn right into a Roaring Elbow that clocks Chandler. He makes the cover.

Grayson: Oh he just clocked him with that elbow to the face!

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Chandler gets his shoulder up! Pooler puts his hands on the top of his head in disbelief.

Pooler picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. He then runs over towards the corner and connects with a running swinging corner clothesline. After Chandler falls from out of the corner, Pooler slips through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He then crouches down as he waits for Chandler to get up. When Chandler gets up and turns around, Pooler stands up, leaps off and goes for a missile front dropkick. But Chandler steps back and swats him down. After Pooler arches his back in pain, Chandler grabs him by the legs and turns him over into a Boston Crab. Pooler can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Pooler shakes his head.

Clement: Pooler's trapped! He's got him in the Boston Crab. Chandler has the Boston Crab applied.

The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Pooler refuses to quit. So Chandler jerks back, causing Pooler to groan in pain. Pooler continues to lay in agony as Chandler has him trapped in the Boston Crab. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Pooler refuses to quit. He then pushes himself up with his arms. He tries to crawl towards the ropes. But Chandler jerks back, causing Pooler to fall back to the canvas.

Grayson: He's got nowhere to go. This is going to be it. He's going to tap.

The ref asks Pooler if he wants to give up. But again, Pooler refuses to quit. He uses all the strength that he has to push himself up off the canvas. He then begins to crawl over towards the ropes as Chandler shakes his head in disbelief. Pooler reaches over and grabs the bottom rope. The ref gives Chandler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chandler reluctantly lets go. After picking up Pooler, he brings him towards the center of the ring and throws him down with a scoop slam. Chandler picks up Pooler and throws him down with another scoop slam. Chandler goes to pick him up again. But Pooler catches him in a small package.

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Chandler kicks out.

As both men get up and turn around, Pooler leaps up and brings him down with a hurricanrana. He reaches back and hooks the leg.

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Chandler kicks out.

As Chandler gets up, Pooler grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chandler goes for a clothesline. But Pooler ducks, floats across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

As Chandler gets up, Pooler kicks him in the midsection. He then turns Chandler around and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll.

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Chandler kicks out. The momentum sends Pooler into the ropes. Chandler quickly rolls up to his feet. When Pooler comes back, Chandler nails him with the Harvard Hammer. The ref warns Chandler about the closed fists to the face. But Chandler pays him no mind and makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL the Pride Champion, CHANDLER SCOTT!

After Chandler gets up to his feet, the ref raises his arm as Chandler raises his Pride Championship belt to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What a hard fought match that was.

Clement: It indeed went back and forth. There were multiple times when I thought both men had the match won. But in the end, Chandler was able to someone pull out the win.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

“Chariots of Fire” blasts over the PA as Pat Gordon, Jr circles the ring. He begins to pace back and forth. Just by the expression on his face, you can tell that a lot is heavily weighing on his mind. Once the music fades, the cheering dies down as PGJr raises the mic.

PGJR: Earlier tonight, The Murder came out here and bragged about what they did to me.

(The crowd boos at just the mention of the groups name. PGJr can be seen gritting his teeth, resisting the urge to yell in frustration.)

PGJR: They laughed about getting one over on me. They laughed because Bob Pooler, a man that I thought I could trust, turned out to be the biggest coward of the bunch.

(A “Pooler Sucks!” chant breaks out. PGJr looks around at the crowd and nods in agreement.)

PGJr: When I needed someone the most, I turned to you, Bob. I thought that I could count on you. I thought that once things got whittled down to just the two of us, we would have each others back. But the only thing you did was stab a knife right into mine.

(An angered PGJr makes a jabbing motion with his free hand. He keeps the hand in position before turning his wrist from right to left.)

PGJR: But you didn't just stab me in the back. No that wasn't good enough for you. You then took that knife and twisted it and twisted it and twisted it! You enjoyed seeing me in peril. You enjoyed seeing Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter try to break me. Key word being try. Oh yeah, they tried to break me. They tried to put me out. Yet here I am, still standing because all three of you couldn't get the job done!!!

(The crowd cheers. PGJr goes to speak. But he's cut off as a “GORDON, JUNIOR! Clap-clap, clap-clap-clap” chant breaks out. The support from the fans is the only thing that's put a semblance of a smile on his face.)

PGJR: The Murder called me out here tonight to join their victory celebration. But I didn't see Bob Pooler winning any titles tonight, did you? The only thing I saw was him losing right here in this very ring!

(The crowd cheers)

PGJR: I'm tired of the games. I'm tired of the ambushes. I'm tired of the lies. I'm not a hard man to find. Let's end this once and for all..... TONIGHT!!!

(The crowd erupts into cheers. An “FGA!” chant breaks out as PGJr takes a chair, unfolds it, places it in the center of the ring and takes a seat. He doesn't take his eyes off the entrance way.)

Clement: I'm not sure how much of a good idea this is.

Grayson: It's an awful idea! But Pat Gordon, Jr has never been the sharpest knife in the drawer. If it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he going to get. But he's got no friends. He's got no allies. There is no one left to protect him. There's no one left to save him. If he's trying to be made into a martyr, then he's doing a good job because The Murder is going to put him out of his misery.

The lights go out here in the Bayfront Convention Center 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 bass line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus at which point the three members of The Murder, Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler step out from behind the curtain. Boos rain down on all three men as PGJr quickly gets up from his seat, takes the chair and folds it up.

Pooler begins to march towards the ring. But Drake quickly grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. After having something whispered into his ear, Pooler begins to calm down. Drake then motions for Harter to come over to them. He then begins to direct traffic by pointing in several directions. Both Pooler and Harter take heed as they head over to different sides of the ring. PGJr begins to look around him as The Murder slowly circles the ring. Pooler climbs up onto the apron. But PGJr runs over at him and raises the chair. PGJr swings, but he just misses Pooler as Pooler quickly hops down. The crowd boos as the three men continues to circle the ring. Harter then climbs up onto the apron, causing PGJr to run over towards him. PGJr takes a wild swing. But again, he misses as Harter quickly drops back down to the floor.

Clement: They're taunting him now. They won't just get it over with. They want him to suffer.

PGJr can be seen waving them on as they continue to circle the ring. Drake tries to slowly crawl underneath the bottom rope behind PGJr. But PGJr knows its coming. So he quickly turns, darts over and swings down at the canvas. But Drake quickly slides back out. Before PGJr can pick the chair back up, Drake reaches in and grabs part of it. After a tussle, Drake is able to yank the chair out of PGJr's hands. The crowd boos as a devilish smirk forms on Drake's face. He takes the chair and flings it to the floor. All three members of The Murder slowly climb up onto the apron.

Clement: Oh no.

Grayson: The equalizer is gone. Drake took the chair and left it on the outside. This is about to get ugly....

As soon as The Murder steps into the ring, PGJr runs over and attacks Drake with clubbing shots to the head to cheers from the crowd. Both Pooler and Harter race over towards them. But PGJr turns, runs over and spears Harter down to cheers from the crowd. He places Harter in a side headlock and then unleashes a series of punches to the head. But Pooler runs over and puts the boots to him. PGJr rolls off of Harter as Drake goes over and stomps away at him as hell. Harter then gets up and now all three members of The Murder are stomping the hell out of PGJr.

Clement: Somebody needs to stop this! This is uncalled for!

Grayson: Gordon, Jr is the one that called them out! He brought this all upon himself!

The trio continues to stomp away at PGJr as a commotion can be seen being made through the crowd.

Clement: What's going on out there?

Grayson: I don't know. I can't see anything.

Just then, the roof nearly blows off the place as Ryan Kidd slingshots himself over the barricade.

Grayson: WHAT!?

Clement: RYAN KIDD! IT'S RYAN KIDD!

Grayson: WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!? HE DOESN'T WORK HERE ANYMORE!

Kidd climbs up onto the apron and springboards onto the top turnbuckle. Drake turns around and then quickly does a double take at the sight of Kidd. He then gets Pooler's attention and points frantically behind him. When Pooler turns around, Kidd leaps off and knocks him down with a missile front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Kidd kips back up to his feet and nearly has his head taken off by a lariat from Harter. But Kidd ducks. When Harter turns around, Kidd grabs him, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. When Kidd turns around, Pooler charges at him. So Kidd grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Pooler tumbling to the outside. As Pooler and Harter slowly get up, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a springboard suicide senton, knocking both men down on the outside. A loud “KIDD!” chant breaks out.

Clement: RYAN KIDD IS CLEANING HOUSE!

Grayson: SECURITY NEEDS TO GET OUT HERE NOW! HE DOESN'T WORK HERE!

Back in the ring, Drake has PGJr in the corner. He climbs up onto the middle ropes and gouges his eyes. But his attacked is stopped once PGJr reaches up and delivers a low blow. The crowd cheers as Drake slowly falls to the canvas. PGJr then picks him up, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as PGJr turns and sees Kidd sliding back into the ring. After staring at each other, the two head towards the center of the ring and hug to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: I don't know what he's doing here. But thank God for Ryan Kidd! If it weren't for him, we may have ended up seeing the last of Pat Gordon, Jr.

Grayson: I don't know what he's doing here, either. But security needs to get off their butts and drag him out of here! He doesn't work here! And as far as Gordon, Jr goes, he survived. He gets to live for another day. But what they didn't finish tonight, The Murder can easily finish off tomorrow night.

“Chariots of Fire” blasts over the PA as The Murder regroup on the outside. They are absolutely livid at the sight of Kidd. Kidd climbs up onto the middle rope and waves them to come back. Pooler is about to do it. But Drake again holds him back. PGJr walks over and grabs the top rope with both hands. He seethes with anger as he stares directly at Malcolm Drake.