Ocean City DVD Taping (5.12.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

(The camera pans out across the fans in attendance, the Roland E. Powell Convention Center busying themselves, discussing tonight's lineup with one another. "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell blasts out over the audio-system, sending the fans to their feet. An roar from the crowd greets the battle-hardened veteran as he emerges from behind the curtain. A slight smile on his whisker-covered face, Bond walks to the ring wearing his new "Battle Hardened" Camo Tee. Dressed ready for action later in the evening, he makes his way up the stairs and begins to look out over the crowd. They continue to cheer him on, rallying behind the self-proclaimed living legend of indy-wrestling. After he steps through the ropes, Bond makes his way across the ring to the opposite side and requests a microphone. He heads back to the center of the ring, and waits for the crowd to come back down. His music quickly cuts out, and the fans return to their sets, buzzing with anticipation for what may come.)

Chris Bond: They had me down and out from the very get go, didn't they Nation? None of them... hell most of you guys didn't even think I had it in me to take out the Big Bad himself, Chris Q.

Honestly though Nation, I had doubts myself. All of the doubters, the haters, the guys who just had that certainty that I just wasn't good enough or tough enough or even in his league--they were right on this one. Chris Q managed to put me in a place where I questioned the very reason for my sobriety. And for what? A piece of tin?

(Bond waits for a moment, pausing to reminisce about his almost relapse. He licks at his lower lip, and clinches his left fist while his right hand is cupped around the base of the microphone.)

Chris Bond: But even through all that murky lack of self-confidence, and the aura of everyone else's doubts hanging over me... as soon as I stepped foot into this ring at Only The Strong Survive, something clicked inside of me. I got that feeling. When I looked across the ring from the self-proclaimed Big Bad of Frontier Grappling Arts, I didn't see a monster. I didn't see some immovable object. I saw a man. Just like me. And that was when I really knew that I just needed a moment, just one special moment and I would have him. I would be the FGA Heavyweight Champion.

Now, I don't make any excuses as to what happened in those closing moments. I keep searching for any sign as to what went wrong... but nothing went wrong. Hell, Q didn't even resort to any of his old tricks--the mother beat me fair and square. No cheap shots. No low blows. Nothing of the sorts. Chris Q was simply the better man. And I've got to give credit where credit is due; he proved that even taking the moral high ground--Chris Q was better than me.

(Bond lowers his head a bit and looks out under his eyebrows at the crowd. A blanket of boo's is raised to cover the Ocean City, Maryland crowd.)

Chris Bond: But I think something else came out of that match. Something pretty amazing. Nine other competitors have fallen to the Compactor. NINE of them. Each and every one fell victim to it and three seconds later it was over. But me? I took two of those mamma jamma's and I'm still standing. Chris Q promised to end me. He said he was going to beat me so badly that I would crawl my miserable ass to my hotel room. I would untwist the cap from that pill bottle and I would pop those little bastards like they were going out of style. And what about some water to chase it down? No, I was just the victim of another one of Chris Q's vicious attacks. I'd need something stronger. I'd need an entire bottle of Johnnie Walker to help swallow those painkillers.

But you know what? I didn't need either of those things. I took an icepack for some swelling and a couple aspirin for a headache. Chris Q didn't end me. He didn't throw me from my wagon, and he sure as hell didn't cause me to go running to a little orange bottle. When you beat me Q, it wasn't a soul-crushing loss. It wasn't this devestating calamity that caused me to seek out my greater demons. All it did was make me want it even more.

(Bond nods his head, agreeing with the idea that he's hungry for another chance at redemption.)

Chris Bond: Now, people like our Heavyweight Champion may see me as a failure. But the fact of the matter is this. I pushed him to a limit that no one else has. And I came within an eyelash of winning that coveted championship belt. In my opinion, that doesn't make me a loser. That makes me a survivor. A survivor of a pretty epic battle.

(Bond scratches at the side of his head, his face tightened with that ever-so-over-used "You Know I'm Right" eyes-squintting, cheeks raised, lips pulled to either side with a slight sense of smugness-look being added for emphasis. A few cheers erupt for the obvious use of the word 'survivor'. There are some in every crowd.)

Chris Bond: But honestly, this is a war that is far from over. I guess that brings me to why I'm out here tonight. Q, I know you're back there, and I'm sure as shit hoping your by a monitor. At Only the Strong Survives, you did prove to be the better man. But I want another shot. I want another opportunity to prove that yeah, I may be older. I may have a few more miles on me than the some of the other guys. And Lord knows there are a couple dings and scratches. But I'm not done yet. Far from it.

What I'm getting at is... win, lose, or draw tonight, Chris... I want you in a match at All-Star Showdown II!

(A massive burst of cheers erupts from the capacity crowd in the Roland E. Powell Center. Bond's heart is racing. You can feel his adrenaline pumping at the prospect of getting one... more... shot.)

Chris Bond: Give me one more chance to prove to the world that while you may be big, and you may be bad, you're not the unstoppable force that you claim to be. Yeah, 10-and-0. That's impressive. In fact it's unheard of in the FGA. But I'm tired of dwelling on the past. Let's look to the future, Q. One more shot, that's all I'm asking for. Hell, I'll even give you the chance to pick the poison. C'mon Chris... You and me, one-on-one. All-Star Showdown II.

(The fans are on their feet, building with anticipation at the opportunity for another showdown. Some of them may even be foaming at the mouth. Bond smirks.)

Chris Bond: The ball's in your court, Champ.

(Bond drops the microphone and stands staring into the camera. His face smug at the thought of being given a second chance. The show cuts to the backstage area.)

[FGA Office]

[The camera cuts backstage to Justice Young, who's standing next to Alexia Brandt already in her ring gear. A large bandage is plastered over the right side of her face, covering up the burn injury she received in her confrontation last night with Johnny Blayze.]

Young: I'm here with Alexia Brandt, who despite the advice of FGA trainers has promised she WILL compete tonight against Michael Kennedy. Alexia, are you sure you're fit to compete tonight?

[Alexia glares at Justice, and holds out a hand.]

Brandt: Give me the damn mic.

[Justice sheepishly hands her the microphone, taking a step back in an attempt to avoid the ire of the enraged redhead.]

Brandt: It doesn't matter if I'm fit to compete or not. The fans paid to see the best in-ring action bell to bell, and I'm not going to no-show just because Johnny Blayze decided to show off a magic trick at my expense. On top of that, I want to make a statement to that coward. He refused my offer of a match last night and seemed to think that some second degree burns would keep me quiet and off his back.

[She chuckles derisively, absently touching the bandage on her face as she looks into the camera.]

Brandt: I'm not going away, Johnny. You might tuck your tail between your legs whenever you face hardship, but tonight I'm going to show you what it truly means to be a part of FGA. I can still stand. I can still hit. Hell, I can still throw someone around the ring if I have to. You can talk all you want about EXODUS Pro, but so far all you seem to be getting out of that promotion is how to make excuses.

[She takes a deep breath, centering herself before continuing.]

Brandt: Tonight, I'm getting into that ring against Michael Kennedy and I'm going to show you that a true fighter doesn't make excuses, doesn't take the easy way out. I'm going out there, burns and all, and I'm going to show you why it's not a good idea to trifle with someone who Fights Like a Girl.

[With that she hands the mic back to Justice and walks off camera, leaving him alone to send the feed back to ringside.]

[FGA Office]

"Godly" Ken Davison vs. Robbie League

The lights go down then come back up to the beat of “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash as “Godly” Ken Davison slowly and methodically walks through the curtain. He walks down the aisle, robe flowing behind him.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 219 pounds. He is "Godly" KEN DAVISON!

He circles around the ring, stopping at each corner and posing for the audience, taking in their boos as though they were the cheers being bestowed upon a conquering hero. Finally, he slides into the ring where he poses in the center of the ring until his music cuts off.

Clement: Hello FGA fans as we welcome you to another Frontier Grappling Arts presentation. I'm Kevin Clement. With me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. And we're coming to you from the Roland E. Powell Convention Center in Ocean City, Maryland. This is night two of our double shot weekend. And if tonight is anything like last night, then we should be in for a great show.

Grayson: There's so much to talk about. Chris Bond just challenged Chris Q in a rematch for the FGA Championship. Alexia Brandt got a fireball thrown at her by Johnny Blayze last night. How will she fare tonight against Michael Kennedy? And could someone please explain to me how in the heck Ryan Kidd got in the building last night? The man doesn't even work here anymore!

Clement: We'll hopefully find out all those answers tonight. But let's send it back to the ring where Manny Cruz is ready to announce the next participant in our opening contest.

The phrase 'Wolf Gang' is heard throughout the arena and the song 'Swag Me Out' by Odd Future is blasted in every speaker in the arena. As The Motto make their way towards the entrance ramp, the trio is greeted with a handful of boos from the FGA crowd.

Cruz: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Ryan Big and Addy Reed. He is one half of The Motto, ROBBIE LEAGUE!

The group however takes its time to embrace their haters, by taunting and smirking at the crowd. The group finally gets in the ring as Ryan and Robbie climb the second turnbuckle and start lip syncing to the lyrics of their theme song.

Clement: Robbie League makes his way to the ring with his partners in crime in tow. What can you tell us about Robbie League and The Motto.

Grayson: Well according to them, they've not only been all around the country, but they've been all around the world. They've got the women. They've got the Swag Money. And they pln on bringing tag team wrestling to Frontier Grappling Arts.

Clement: Wait, did you just say "Swag Money"?

Grayson: Yes I did. And I feel so hip saying it.

Clement: Oh brother....

The bell sounds as League and Davison circle the ring. Davison continues to look behind him as Ryan Big fakes climbing up onto the apron. When he finally does, Davison heads over to knock him off. But Big quickly climbs back down.

Clement: I have no idea what Ryan Big is up to. But this is not a tag team match.

Grayson: You think these guys care? There's a reason that Big and Reed are on the outside. And that's to serve as a timely distraction.

Davison and League continue to circle the ring. They're about to lock up when Big climbs back up onto the apron. Davison darts over to knock him off, but Big quickly drops down. While Davison is distracted by Big, League quickly sneaks up from behind and rolls him up with a school boy.

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'Swag Me Out' plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ROBBIE LEAGUE!

League quickly rolls to the outside and celebrates with both Big and Reed. Back in the ring, Davison gets up on his knees wondering what the hell just happened.

Clement: Robbie League pulls out the victory from out of nowhere.

Grayson: He totally caught Davison by surprise and before he knew it, the match was over.

Clement: Yeah, but he didn't win this match by himself. A major assist has to go out to Ryan Big. But it'll be interesting to see what these two men can do on their own.

[FGA Office]

(( The show transitions into a scene backstage where Wayne Carruthers, in his ring gear, is standing beside a suited Justice Young with a microphone in hand. Young introduces himself and Carruthers to the audience before starting their interview in which Carruthers is asked about his thoughts regarding Anton Chase, whom Carruthers will face later on in the event. ))

Wayne Carruthers: "You know Justice, Anton Chase thinks he's got all the answers to every-little-thing that's thrown at him in life, including facing yours truly. But what the so-called "Master of the Suplex" doesn't understand, what he simply does not comprehend, is facing a guy that's two-sixty and can move like a friggin' jaguar man! He thinks that his experience -- and somehow the apparent fame he has achieved throughout his career -- will help him beat my fat-ass and pin me one-two-three. Well truth be told, when push comes to shove, the only thing that's going to make my victory look better and look sweeter is that I wipe the smug look off of his pretty-boy face... You see Justice, washboard abs might get you the ladies -- or men, depending on if you want eggs or sausages for breakfast -- but it won't help you in picking up a win against me or anybody else in this company. So if anything, I'm throwing a mere suggestion out to Chase because I know damn well that he's watching me and can hear what I'm saying: go do your workout routine, drink your protein shake, look yourself in the mirror like the crooked narcissistic wannabe-Adonis that you are, and go out and do whatever it is that inflates that ego of yours but don't get it twisted when I say that I'll be the most paradoxical wrestler you've ever stepped into the ring with. And if you can't get that through your muscle-bound skull of yours, just wait 'til I prove it inside that ring."

(( Carruthers winks at the camera before walking away from the screen as Justice Young stands in silence before the scene fades away onto the ensuing portion of the show. ))

[FGA Office]

("The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance, Chris Q walks out as the FGA audience explodes with boos. He's dressed in a his trademark black suit and wearing his badass shades, with the FGA Championship over his shoulder. His arrogant smile seems particularly smug tonight as he climbs the steps and enters the squared circle. The fans haven’t stopped booing, but Chris asks for a microphone and plants himself in the center of the ring. His music comes to a close as Q looks out at the crowd with an arrogant smile plastered across his face.)

Chris Q: How's everyone enjoying the Chris Q Party tonight?

(The fans hate him. They express this by attempting to boo Chris Q out of building. The FGA Champion soaks it all in with a smile.)

Chris Q: Oh come on...you aren't upset about what happened at Only the Strong Survive, are you? Because you all had to know how it was going to go down. Chris Bond attempted to take the FGA Championship from me, but I couldn't let that happen. I treated him just like I've treated the other victims, by dropping him on his head and defeating him in the center of this ring.

(The fans continue to boo Q.)

Chris Q: Don't be upset, that's my fucking job and nobody does it better than me. But I failed in one regard. I didn't eliminate Bond like I wanted to. All of the other opponents that I've destroyed in this company, none of them have come back for seconds. I can't tell if I'm more impressed or pissed off that Chris Bond is still calling me out. Doesn't he realize who I am? I can't spend week after week kicking his ass and giving him endless title shots. Only Ryan Kidd is allowed a million chances to unsuccessfully capture the FGA Championship. But all kidding aside, Bond, what makes you think you deserve another chance? Just because it took two Compactors to put you away? So what? I got the job done all the same. Fighting you again would be a waste of everybody's time.

(Fans begin to chant Bond's name, encouraging the idea of a rematch.)

Chris Q: If you want another chance at this title, do what everyone else is expected to do and earn it. I only needed one chance to win the title, so I didn't need to work my way back up. But from my perspective, Chris Bond is at the back of the line. Don't feel bad, Bond. Maybe we can meet up after the show for a drink? I'll pick up the tab...

(The hatred again takes over as the people again boo the FGA Champion.)

Chris Q: The most important thing for me is keeping this title. I don't care who I have to beat or how many times I need to do it. The FGA Office can continue to throw challengers my way. I'll continue to devour the entire roster. Just like tonight, when I expose Dom Harter for being nothing more than Malcolm Drake's sidekick. At this pace, I'll run through the list of contenders so fast, maybe Bond will be back in front. It doesn't matter if it's Harter, Bond, Drake, or someone else in the back, I'll squash anyone that tries to take the belt from me. You'll all sit and watch as the contenders fall and the roster dwindles. All the while my undefeated streak continues to rise. This is a fucking awesome party, isn't it?

(Chris raises the FGA Championship above his head.)

Chris Q: Just so everyone is clear. Bond, Harter, Murder, Harvard, and anyone else in the back...I am the FGA Champion. I am the Big Bad of Frontier Grappling Arts. If you step to me, I will put you down. If my record hasn't made that clear, then I invite you into the ring to find out. I have this title for a reason and if you don't respect that, I'll end your fucking career. This is just a friendly warning.

(Chris Q drops the microphone. His music begins to play as he exits the ring and makes his way to the back.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Michael Kennedy vs. Alexia Brandt

The opening riff to "I've Told You Once" by Woe, Is Me begins to play over the speakers as smoke starts to pour from behind the curtain. A blue spotlight hits the curtain then we hear a voice scream "Get Up!" Then the lights begin to pulsate in time to the song as Michael Kennedy comes out from behind the curtain. He stands there for a moment before walking down the ramp to the ring. He slides in and goes to his corner. "I've Told You Once" fading away.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of St. Louis, Missouri. Weighing in at 235 pounds, MICHAEL KENNEDY!

The strangled squeal of the opening violin and synth to Emilie Autumn’s “Fight Like a Girl” echo out of the PA system, accompanied by the lights around the entrance curtain flashing wildly, eventually steadying into a throbbing pulse to match the methodical opening lyrics.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in at 115 pounds. She is the "Third Wave Threat" ALEXIA BRANDT!

As the first refrain kicks in, the smoke machine gives a single blast, creating a single cloud that Alexia Brandt quickly dissipates as she pulls apart the curtains, eliciting cheers from the crowd which she gladly returns with a cheer of her own. Pausing only for a moment she heads down the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands before reaching the ring, where she climbs onto the ring apron and hops over the top rope with a flourish.

Landing effortlessly on her feet, she moves to the middle of the ring and gives another cheer, raising up a fist while facing the hard camera before she heads for her assigned corner and goes through a series of pre-match stretches including a full standing splits on the turnbuckle which gets some appreciative cheers from the crowd, a response she accepts with a sheepish smile before continuing her warm up.

Clement: Alexia Brandt was the victim of an uncalled for attack at the hands of Johnny Blayze. Blayze took it upon herself to throw a fireball at her, hence the bandage on the side of her face. FGA officials have instructed her not to compete tonight. But Brandt is a fighter. She isn't going to back down.

Grayson: Ah, I see. She's got some of that Pat Gordon, Jr Syndrome. She thinks she's tough by going out there against doctor's orders and competing. But the only thing she's really doing is putting herself in harm's way.

The bell sounds as Brandt and Kennedy lock up. Kennedy quickly places her in a side headlock. But Brandt is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock. Kennedy leans over and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. But he doesn't have it locked in tight, so Brandt quickly reaches back and reverses into a side headlock. She brings him to the mat with a side headlock takedown. Kennedy reaches up, pulls her head back and then reverses into a leg scissors headlock. Brandt tries to kip up, but its to no avail. After fidgeting around, Brandt tries to escape with a kip up. But again, it's to no avail. After slowly turning over onto her knees, Brandt is able to slip out and counters with a jackknife pin.

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Kennedy bridges up, turns over and knees Brandt in the midsection. He quickly applies a standing guillotine choke. The ref asks Brandt if she wants to give up. But she refuses to quit. So Kennedy cinches in the hold. The ref asks her again if she wants to give up. But she refuses to quit. As Kennedy keeps the hold applied, her face begin to almost match the collar of her hair. With one last ditch effort, Brandt grabs him around the waist, runs forward and rams him back-first into the corner, breaking the hold. After catching her breath, she nails Kennedy with an elbow strike. She then delivers a forearm strike, followed by another elbow strike. She then delivers another forearm strike for good measure. Brandt takes Kennedy and whips him into the opposite corner. Brandt runs across the ring. But she runs right into an elbow from Kennedy.

Clement: Kennedy nails her right in that bandaged side of her face.

Grayson: That's got to hurt more than usual.

Kennedy takes her and tosses her into the corner. After unleashing a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. Kennedy applies a Muay Thai Clinch and delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. He then brings a dazed Brandt from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Kennedy knocks her down with Set It Off. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Brandt kicks out.

Clement: I think you may be right regarding Brandt's willingness to compete here tonight. Kennedy has used that bandaged side of her face as he target and he has not missed.

Grayson: Of course I was right.

Kennedy picks her up and shoves her into the corner. He unleashes a series of right and left shoot kicks to the midsection, followed by a forearm strike to the face. Kennedy takes her and goes for an irish whip. But Brandt reverses, sending Kennedy into the corner. Brandt runs across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick. She heads towards the center of the ring as Kennedy slumps down in the corner. She then turns around, runs back over and connects with a rope aided corner dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as she drags him away form the corner and makes the cover.

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Kennedy gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Brandt rocked Kennedy there with those two blows to the face.

Grayson: BUT, he still got his shoulder up.

Brandt picks up Kennedy and whips him into the ropes. When Kennedy comes back, Brandt goes for a clothesline. But Kennedy ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kennedy comes back, Brandt knocks him down with a high knee to the face. She makes the cover.

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Kennedy gets his shoulder up.

As Brandt picks him up, Kennedy nails her with a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. He then grabs her and whips her towards the ropes. But Brandt counters with the Rape Whistle, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. She then steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she waits for Kennedy to get in position. When Kennedy gets up and turns around, she leaps off, knocking him down with a flying missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As both wrestlers slowly get up, Brant runs over, jumps up and delivers the 51% to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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“Fight Like a Girl” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALEXIA BRANDT!

Brandt gets to her feet and gets her arms raised to cheers from the crowd. She quickly clutches the bandaged side of her face in pain.

Clement: Brandt was able to overcome Kennedy's strikes early on and rallied back to pick up the victory. But obviously she's still suffering the effects from that fireball last night.

Grayson: Blayze definitely gave her something to remember him by. Maybe next time, she'll learn her place and keep her mouth shut.

Clement: Learn her place?

Grayson: Yeah, learn her place. Or else next time, Blayze will make sure that she's not so lucky.

[FGA Office]

The crowd is all hyped up tonight in Ocean City, Maryland, as the match between Michael Kennedy and Alexia Brandt has just finished. They await for more action, knowing that the next match involves Wayne Carruthers and Anton Chase. Suddenly, the opening of a theme song hits, but it's neither Wayne's nor Chase's. "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah is now blaring through the speakers around Hall C of the Roland E. Powell Convention Center and the fans just turn their heads and look at the entrance way as the curtains are pulled and out comes a man, 6 feet and 5 inches in height, with long dark brown hair and a beard. The smiling fresh face is wearing black jeans, a red t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black shoes with the red Nike swoosh. The unknown man stands at the beginning of the walk to the ring, staring out at the crowd. After a few seconds, he begins to make his way down the ring, high fiving any fans who have their hands stretched out. The crowd remains mostly silent as the fresh face hops onto the ramp, then enters the ring though the middle and top rope. As he looks out at the crowd, he asks for a mic, receiving it in mere seconds by a crew worker. The man's music is cut and he begins to talk, the crowd staying pretty silent.

Man: Hello. Some of you may know me. Some of you may not. For those that don't know me, I am Sean Sands.

A few whoops and cheers are heard from certain members of the crowd who know where this newcomer is from.

Sean: A few days ago, I sent in a tryout tape to Frontier Grappling Arts. In about 24 hours, I was contacted about a contract. After another 24 hours, I signed an FGA contract.

A few more cheers from the fans who have watched Sean wrestle before, like in United Championship Wrestling and Extreme Anarchy Wrestling.

Sean: Now, I'm not here to fight the Murder. In fact, I respect the wrestling ability of all three of those guys and that's where I stop. I'm not here to change the name of the company that has hired me. I'm not here to hurt people, though injuries happen in this business. And I'm not here to destroy the company. I am definitely not here to do that. I came here to wrestle. I came here to do what I believe I can do best and that is wrestle.

There is a slight mixed reaction to what Sean has just said. Sean just keeps the smile on his face as he continues to talk.

Sean: I'm wrestling for a career. I'm wrestling for championships. But, more importantly, I'm wrestling for you guys.

The crowd now has shifted over to cheering as they see the intent of Sean's time here. He plans of wrestling for the people because they are the people.

Sean: I plan on coming out here and putting 100% on the table when I wrestle a match! Not because I have to or want to, but because you guys deserve it. And hey, if I get a title out of it, I'll be honored to hold it and I'll represent you folks when doing so.

More cheers from the crowd as Sean's smile just seems to get bigger.

Sean: When I make my debut, pay close attention. I'm fighting for you guys. But, for now, I will head backstage and not take anymore time. I'll watch the rest of the show, head back to Ohio, train like there's no tomorrow and come prepared to kick some ass!

This prompts the crowd to get their loudest yet. Sean drops the mic and continues to smile as he rolls out of the ring and heads up towards the entrance way, high fiving some fans as he does so. Sean Sands is here to stay. Remember that.

[FGA Office]

(( The scene opens up and were backstage with Justice Young, looking ready for an Interview with a mic in hand. ))

Justice Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me at this time Anton Chase.

(From off screen Anton Chase steps in his wrestling gear)

Justice Young: Anton, thank you for your time. Now tonight you’re facing Wayne Carruthers. How are you feeling about that?

(A laugh exits Anton’s mouth before speaking)

Anton Chase: How am I feeling? I’m feeling great. Wayne is a tough competitor and his been shooting his mouth off this week, but tonight I get to shut him up. You see I’m not some young rookie out of training school, Wayne Carruthers is and his running on fumes tonight I show him what a real athlete is.

Justice Young: Wayne does have strength and size advantage over you; do you think that might be the factor?

Anton Chase: How did you become an interviewer douche bag? Experience outweighs all and I have enough experience in my little finger than Wayne does in his entire body there’s nothing Wayne has that I fear I do not fear anyone.

Justice Young: But what about his size and Strength?

Anton Chase: What about it? Sure he's bigger and maybe a little stronger than me but I have agility I have mobility and I will know every counter to his move that he tries to perform.

Justice Young: Ok what about Jason Richards?

(Anton turns to Justice Young and looks deep in anger at him)

Anton Chase: What about that prick?

Justice Young: People want to know why you have decided to go after him, you cost him a spot in the Only The Strong Survive Gold Rush Rumble a few weeks ago and you keep attacking him?

(Another small laugh exits Anton’s mouth)

Anton Chase: People want to know why? It’s very simple when I faced him here in FGA he beat me, but it was nothing more than a mere FLUKE. Jason Richards believes his the future of this business, don’t make me laugh. I will be the only one living up to that moniker’s name, not some punk kid trying to make a name from me. I challenge Jason Richards to a match to prove it.

Justice Young: Is that an official challenge?

Anton Chase: Yes it is an official challenge and I bet Jason Richards won’t accept.

(With that being said Anton walks off screen leaving Justice Young to finish)

Justice Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, that was Anton Chase and I’m Justice Young. Thank you.

[FGA Office]

(( Noah van Dyke is backstage at this week’s DVD Taping Event and he is standing there in front of a blank white curtain with a microphone in his hand. He looks deeply into the camera and begins to speak. ))

Many of you may not know who I am so for those that do not know, I am Noah van Dyke. I am not going to talk about where I have been in previous companies because quite frankly, none of that really matters right now. I am here at FGA now and that is all that I am focused on. You see, for those that do not know, I do use my faith in God to get me through the toughest situations. He guides me in the right direction and I know that by trusting in him, I am never going to be led the wrong way. I was brought up that way. It is just a part of who I am but do not let that fool you because I do know how to handle myself in that ring. I know what I am doing there and I will be sure to show it in the upcoming weeks when I get my chance to prove my worth to FGA.

I have my goals coming into this company. I know where I want to be and starting in two weeks, when I get my first chance to show you fans what I can do, you will see where I am headed. I look around at this roster here at FGA and I see a lot of talent. Obviously there is plenty of it or else they would not be where they are but I know I can reach new levels here. I know that with the work I put in, I will get the results I want out. I am not saying it is going to be easy. I am not saying I am going to get there in a month but I know where I can eventually end up and believe me when I say, no one is going to stop me there. I do look forward to what is ahead of me though and by believing, I know anything is possible. I look forward to the journey. See you in two weeks.

(( Noah van Dyke walks out of the view of the camera as the scene cuts. ))

[FGA Office]

Wayne Carruthers vs. Anton Chase

The signature guitar riff from X’s "Wild Thing" begins to play out of the venue’s sound system. Meanwhile, a fog of smoke covers the lower half of the stage before the drum beat enters the musical foray, which cues Wayne Carruthers to make his appearance onto the entrance platform.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 260 pounds. He is "Wild Thing" WAYNE CARRUTHERS!

Welcomed with the audience singing along to his theme song, Carruthers struts away from the stage as the lights from the stage behind him pulsate in rhythm to the rock tune playing aloud. Carruthers, finally making his way down to the ring, climbs atop the apron before entering the squared circle where he shoots his arms out to the side as he balls his hands into a fist before returning his arms nearby his waist.

Clement: Wayne Carruthers is fresh off of an impressive performance in the Gold Rush Rumble. Now he tries to defeat the veteran Anton Chase.

Grayson: Wayne is in way over his head. Chase has two, maybe three times the experience that he does. He may be bigger and stronger. But Chase is much, much smarter than him.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is "The Future" ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Anton Chase has repeatedly attacked Jason Richards for what seems like weeks now. He's become fixated on the man so much that he could be overlooking his opponent tonight.

Grayson: Jason Richards is a punk who got a fluke win over Chase. All he wants is to get Richards back in the ring and prove that he's the better man. Of course, Richards isn't man enough to accept.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring. They go to lock up, but Chase ducks and the tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. Chase then quickly rolls him up with a school boy.

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Carruthers kicks out.

Clement: Chase tries to sneak away with the quick win there. But Carruthers kicks out.

Carruthers gets back up, but Chase places him in a side headlock. Carruthers then shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he slides through Carruthers' legs. When Carruthers turns around, Chase gets up and unleashes him with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Carruthers and whips him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Chase leap frogs over him. Carruthers continues to run into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Chase takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd boos as Chase runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Carruthers through the ropes and to the floor. As Carruthers gets up, Chase runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs forward and connects with a suicide dive, knocking Carruthers down to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And Chase conencts with that missile-like dive to the outside.

Grayson: I told you that Carruthers was in over his head. Look at Chase. He's outsmarted him. He's used his quickness to his advantage. And as you just saw, he used his superior agility.

Chase picks him up and rolls back into the ring. He then climbs up onto the apron and waits for Carruthers to get up. When Carruthers finally gets up, Chase goes for a springboard flying forearm strike. But Carruthers counters with a backflip kick to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter by Carruthers! Now how's that for some agility!

Grayson: I didn't know Fat Boy was so nimble.

He makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Carruthers picks him up and whips him into the corner. He charges into the corner and connects with a corner body avalanche to cheers from the crowd. He then nails Chase with a series of shoulder thrusts before snapmaring him out of the corner. He runs into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, he connects with a dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall for Carruthers.

Grayson: He can get all the nearfalls he wants. It's going to take a lot more than that to put Anton Chase away.

As Carruthers picks him up, Chase swats him away and then delivers a series of knife-edge chops. He then kicks Carruthers in the midsection and goes for a vertical suplex. But Carruthers blocks it. Carruthers then goes for a vertical suplex of his own. But Chase slips down from behind and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll.

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Carruthers kicks out.

As both men get up, Chase quickly knocks him down with a step-up enzuigiri. The crowd boos as he turns Carruthers over and makes the cover.

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Carruthers kicks out.

Clement: Carruthers just gets his shoulder up in time. This match has been back and forth.

Grayson: It has. But that fat tub of lard Wayne Carruthers can't keep up with Chase. He can't match Chase's pace. Chase is going to tire him out. And once he does, it'll be easy pickings.

Chase picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Chase bends over to set up a back body drop. But Carruthers counters with a knee lift, sending Chase stumbling back. Carruthers then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he delivers a Cactus Clothesline, sending him and Chase over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And boh men tumbled hard to the floor.

Grayson: Carruthers has no regard for his body. Which you can clearly see by his poor physique. But I hope Chase isn't too hurt.

Carruthers picks up Chase and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Carruthers begins to climb the turnbuckles. Just as he places one foot on the top turnbuckle, Chase runs into the corner, leaps onto the top rope, hops on Carruthers' shoulders and delivers a frankensteiner to boos from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

Clement: What a move by Chase!

Grayson: It's over....

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Carruthers gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What!?

Chase picks up Carruthers, scoops him up across his back and delivers a fireman's carry lift into a pele kick. The crowd boos as Carruthers is dazed. Chase then kicks him in the midsection, hoists him back up and delivers a double knee gutbuster to boos from the crowd. Chase makes the cover.

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Carruthers gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Why won't he just stay down.

Clement: Because he's got a lot more left in him.

Chase brings Carruthers into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Carruthers around, Chase delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Carruthers and tries for an irish whip. But Carruthers reverses, sending Chase into the corner. Carruthers runs across the ring and connects with the Ass Attack to cheers from the crowd. As Chase stumbles from out of the corner, Carruthers runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Chase with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

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Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a match this has been.

Grayson: These two have been bouncing all around the ring. They won't slow down.

Carruthers picks up Chase and scoops him up for the Cleveland Steamer. But Chase slips down from behind, grabs Carruthers from behind and delivers The Chase Factor. The crowd boos. He then picks up Carruthers, kicks him in the midsection, turns and hooks Carruther's arms. But instead of Chase lifting him up, Carruther stands up, lifting Chase onto his back.

Grayson: Oh no!

The crowd cheers as Chase shakes his head. Carruthers quickly plants him with the Crash Magnitude to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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"Wild Thing" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, WAYNE CARRUTHERS!

Carruthers gets up and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Wayne Carruthers gets the victory with a well-timed counter. Chase tried to go for the Starmaker. But Carruthers countered and hit his own version of the move for the three count.

Grayson: Another fluke loss. That's all it is.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where Dom Harter is walking through the halls. He’s dressed in his ring attire of jeans shorts, black boots and the ‘Hail To The King’ shirt he favors, as well as a black leather jacket. His hair is styled in a fauxhawk with the blonde streak down the middle, a scowl on his face as he walks towards the retreating camera.)

Dom Harter: Last night was … unpleasant. That intolerable prole, Kidd, exploiting a loophole to crawl his way back into FGA…

(Harter runs a hand through his hair, biting his lip to hold back the verbal lashing he wishes to unload.)

Dom Harter: His time will come eventually. But tonight is about something … different. Tonight I’m straying from the path laid before me; a brief reprieve from breaking Junior, physically, spiritually and emotionally. Tonight I have my sights set on one man!

(Dom holds up his right index finger for clarification.)

Dom Harter: Tonight is my first chance at FGA gold. It will be the only chance I need, because tonight here in Ocean City you lucky fans are going to see what none of you thought possible. What none of you dare dream of. Tonight you are going to witness the fall of that demagogue, Chris Q. Here tonight you will see him be dragged, kicking and screaming, from that throne on which he has been placed. The crown stripped from off his head. The belt he has held for far too long removed from his possession and all of those will be presented to me…

(A wry sneer crosses Harter’s face.)

Dom Harter: The FGA Championship will be in my possession, I will assert myself at the top of the FGA mountain. And soon enough all of you fans, you doubters, you haters … You will look up to me, you will look up to Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler as your superiors. Your rulers. This will all be ours soon enough. And it will start when I take that belt from Chris Q.

(Harter storms past the camera as the show cuts back to ringside ready for the next match.)

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond vs. Johnny Karma

[The arena is bathed in a warm glow of orange and red lights as the sheer epicness of John Paul Jones’ drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public with Cherry Baum hanging on his arm, pausing to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, before he starts to walk down to the ring]

[Karma walks down the ramp, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, making sure to talk to his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring]

[The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before walking up the ring steps and climbing into the ring through the gap Cherry has created for him]

[Karma walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1]

[Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiselled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down]

[As he stands in the ring, Cherry Baum takes the house mic]

Cherry Baum: Introducing first for your viewing pleasure, he is the superstar, the iron man, and your hero...weighing in at a chiseled, buff and and jacked 233lbs, and hailing from Queens, NYC – he is the man who put "I see" in "NYC"...he is JOHNNY KARMA!

[Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to remove his jacket and give a bow to the crowd, before Cherry hands him the microphone]

Johnny Karma: Ladies and…ladies

[Karma winks, then brushes a strand of hair back into place]

Johnny Karma: It is my duty to inform you that tonight's match will be for one fall, with a time limit of however long it takes before I get bored wrestling rings around this ham and egger and put him out of our collective boredom, and it will be the most discussed, the most praised, and the collector of the most stars on the internet following the show. But, most of all, it is the one show this weekend where you are guaranteed to see wrestling - and I heard that Chris Bond isn't too bad in the ring either.

[Karma hands the mic to Cherry, before juking and jiving in the corner]

Clement: I can' believe this is even possible. But Johnny Karma is even cockier than he was the last time we saw him.

Grayson: And why shouldn't he be? He was in fact the iron man of the Gold Rush Rumble.

Clement: Iron man?

Grayson: Yes, iron man. He lasted the longest. He had the most eliminations. He was simply magnificent in that Gold Rush Rumble.

Clement: He was, except for the small fact that he lost the match.

Grayson: ... so?

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

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

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

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

Clement: Chris Bond came within an eyelash of winning the FGA Championship back at Only the Strong Survive. We heard him earlier tonight calling out Chris Q for a rematch. And Chris Q refused!

Grayson: Why should he accept? He lost, so he should get to the back of the line. He wasn't the champion. There was no rematch clause to exercise. Hey, if he wants to get beat up again by Chris Q then so be it. But Chris shouldn't have to put his belt on the line.

The bell sounds as both wrestlers circle the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, it's Bond who throws down Karma with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Karma looks around in disbelief before getting back up to his feet. He inches over towards Bond and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Bond drops to his knee as he brings Karma to the mat with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers. Karma sits up and looks at Cherry Baum in shock. He then snaps out of it and gets back up to his feet. After circling the ring, he heads back over towards Bond and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Bond places Karma in a side headlock. Karma quickly shoves Bond off of him and into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he knocks down Karma with a running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers as Karma turns over and slaps the canvas in frustration.

Clement: Bond has gotten the better of Karma in the early goings of this match.

Grayson: It's usually Karma that controls the pace early on.

Karma goes over and locks up with Bond. Karma quickly places Bond in a side headlock. Bond tries to shove him off, but Karma doesn't budge. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning behind him and applying a hammerlock. Karma then tries for Instant Karma. But Bond grabs him around the waist and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd cheers as Bond delivers a series of shoulder thrusts. He then stands up and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. Bond brings Karma from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he bends down to set up a back body drop. But Karma counters by dropping to the canvas and popping him with an uppercut to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What a counter by Karma! He saw it coming from a mile away and made Bond pay for it.

Karma grabs a hold of Bond and brings him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then brings Bond from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Bond reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond goes for a clothesline. But Karma ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Bond counters with a powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Karma kicks out.

Bond picks him up and wrings his arm. He delivers another arm wrench to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Karma if he want to give up. When Karma refuses to quit, Bond delivers another arm wrench. Karma then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd boos. As Bond gets, Karma throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd boos. Bond gets back up, but Karma throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd boos. As Bond gets up, Karma throws him down with another arm drag and transitions into a kneeling armlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Karma takes Bond and shoots him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma leap frogs over him. Bond continues to run into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma goes for a hip toss. But Bond blocks it. So Karma knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Bond and delivers the Bum Trip to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Clement: Karma now really begining to mount some offense on Bond.

Grayson: You sound surprised? Karma is the far better wrestler. He's been telling us that all week. But I guess for some people, seeing is believing.

Karma picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He then bounces into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Karma lays back on top on Bond for the cover.

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Bond kicks out.

Karma sits up Bond and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. So Karma jerks back, increasing the pressure of the hold. Bond continues to groan in pain as Karma keeps the hold applied. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. He slowly turns over onto his knees, then battles his way back up to his feet. After delivering four elbows to the midsection, Bond runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Karma nails him with a haymaker to the midsection. He then delivers a shinbreaker, followed by an atomic drop. Karma then quickly grabs Bond from behind, runs, jumps over the top rope and drops Bond throat-first across the top rope with Macho Karma. The crowd boos as he then yanks Bond down to the canvas. After dragging him into the corner, Karma takes his leg and swings it hard against the ring post. The crowd boos as Bond clutches his leg in pain. But Karma isn't done yet. He takes the leg, pulls back and then swings it hard against the ring post. Bond groans in pain as Karma rolls back into the ring.

Grayson: Karma wisely going after Bond's knee.

Clement: It's a target every time Bond steps into the ring. And right now, Karma is exploiting it.

After dragging Bond away from the ropes, Karma holds up the leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. Karma gets back up, lifts up the leg and delivers another elbow drop. He gets back up and applies a spinning toe hold. Bond can be heard groaning in pain as the crowd boos. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. When Bond refuses to quit, Karma turns around on the leg again. The crowd boos as Bond lays helpless on the canvas. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. When Karma turns around, Bond uses his free leg to kick him in the face. The crowd cheers as Karma is sent stumbling into the ropes.

Clement: Bond was able to free himself from that submission hold. But can he get back up to his feet?

After getting back up to his feet, Bond makes his way over towards Karma. But Karma throws out a kick to the knee, stopping Bond in his tracks. He then takes Bond, turns around and delivers a slingshot suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: So close....

Karma picks up Bond. After sizing him up, Karma goes for Sugar Ray Karma. But Bond ducks the right hook and grabs Karma from behind. He lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. But Karma rolls over his shoulders and applies a sleeper hold from behind. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond reaches back, grabs Karma and delivers a sitdown jawbreaker, breaking the hold. While Karma is stunned, Bond gets up and nails him with a right hand. Karma comes back with one of his own. Bond nails him with another right hand. Karma comes back with one of his own. Bond then nails him with another right hand.... and another..... and another. The crowd cheers. He then takes Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Bond counters by lifting him up and planting him with a cradle piledriver. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: I thought that was it!

Grayson: So did I. Phew....

Bond picks up Karma and scoops him up for a Death Valley Driver. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma slips down from behind and shoves Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Karma goes for Check Your Chiclets. But Bond catches his foot and spins him around. When Karma comes back, Bond knocks him down with a lariat to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Karma, hoists him up and throws him down with a gutwrench powerbomb to cheers from the crowd. After circling Karma, Bond delivers a stomp to the left arm, followed by the left leg. He then delivers stomps to the right leg and the right arm. Bond finishes with a stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Bond throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Karma again gets his shoulder up. But I don't know how much more of this he can take. Bond is rallying back in a big way and doesn't look to be slowing down.

The boos quickly turn back to cheers as Bond picks up Karma and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Bond goes to pick him up, Karma grabs him and drops down off the apron, dropping Bond throat-first with a guillotine across the top rope. As Bond stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron and then climbs the turnbuckles. When he reaches the top, he goes for a flying double ax handle. But Bond catches him in mid air, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Karma and tosses him through the ropes. After picking him up off the apron, Bond drags him through the ropes and plants him with the Rejection. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Bond gets up and points over to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Oh no...

Clement: What's Bond setting up for here?

He picks up Karma, brings him into the corner and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, he tries for a superplex. But Karma hangs onto the ropes. Bond goes for another superplex but again, Karma hangs onto the ropes. He then lets go of Karma and goes for a punch to the face. But Karma blocks it and counters with a poke to the eyes. The crowd boos as Karma shoves Bond from off the ropes and down to the canvas. After standing up on the top turnbuckle, Karma leaps off and connects with the Kickass Angel. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg.

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THREE!

“When The Levee Breaks” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA!

Karma rolls out of the ring and is greeted by Cherry Baum. She raises Karma's arm in the air to boos from the crowd. Back in the ring, Bond slowly turns over and sees Karma celebrating the win. He can't believe it.

Clement: Johnny Karma just pulled off the upset of the weekend by defeating Chris Bond here in Ocean City!

Grayson: Upset? This was far from an upset! Johnny Karma is far and away better than Chris Bond could ever be. He's so far out of his league. This wasn't an upset victory. This was an expected victory.

Clement: Where does Bond go from here?

Grayson: I don't know. But if he were smart, he'd hit up Karma for some pointers after the show.

[FGA Office]

June 21, 2013
Secaucus, NJ

[FGA Office]

The arena is a buzz from the action of another great Frontier Grappling Arts show. Clutch begins to play throughout the arena. Jason appears from behind the curtain dressed in his street clothes he has a smile on his face. He begins making his way to the ring holding out his hands as the people slap it he walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes. He walks over and seems to crack a joke with Manny Cruz as they both laugh Manny steps out of the ring as He walks to the middle of the ring looking out over the crowd he begins speaking.

Jason Richards: "Anton Chase it seems to me that loss you suffered at the hands of yours truly has gotten under your skin but on the other hand we all know you're just a bitch anyways. I stood back there earlier and I listened to you go on and on about it being a fluke how your better than me and so on. I find it funny you of all people call me a fluke yet why is it your even in this business? Yeah that's what I thought. Just in one night people have been texting, tweeting me what are you going to do about Anton. Well I tell you what I am going to do Anton that challenge you threw out you got it and by the way when I knock your ass out again how about not bitching again?"

He tosses the microphone back to Manny who is on the outside of the ring he walks over stepping through the ropes jumping down off the apron he begins walking to the back holding out his hands as the people in the crowd once again slap it.

Clement: Well about about that? It looks like the match is on between Anton Chase and Jason Richards.

Grayson: Richards has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

[ FADE OUT ]