White Plains DVD Taping (5.25.13)

[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Ladies and gentlemen I’ve been asked in to this ring by the man who I am about to introduce to the ring, he is a man who in just a few weeks has caused quite the stir, a man who has wowed us for the past month, please welcome J.T.Cash

With Kevin Clement standing in the centre of the ring the sound of Enemy by Sevendust hits the PA system, the crowd immediately get to their feet and look to the top of the aisle when the curtains are parted by the Las Vegas native J.T.Cash, dressed in a fitted black shirt and a pair of jeans. Reaching out to the fans he shakes hands with most that reach back before stepping between the ropes. He quickly shakes the hand of Kevin Clement and then turns towards the fans and salutes them too. Grabbing the mic Cash returned to the centre of the ring

J.T.Cash: Kevin Clement ladies and gentlemen, a man so unfortunate in a former life that his punishment is to sit next to a sixty pound streak of piss in Evan Grayson. How you doing Clem?

Kevin Clement: Very good thanks

Kevin Clement says with a slight chuckle

Kevin Clement:But be that is it may Cash, you said that you wanted to get a few things out there and in return I got to ask you a few questions. So Cash tell me this, last time we saw you.. you had suffered your first one on one loss in the FGA, how has it been this past week?

Cash nodded and rubbed his forehead

J.T.Cash: Constant pain, sleepless nights, bruises that need healing, bones that need fixing… Kevin, it’s felt like I’ve been involved in a damn train wreck. Fighting Malcolm Drake was like fighting a brick wall that punched back. You know I’m not going to insult these amazing fans and say that Drake fluked it, I’m not going to make excuses… the simple fact is on that one night he was the better man, I gave it everything and he beat me. But you know something Clem, I’ve been knocked down before, I’ve been beaten badly before, I’ve been left in pools of my own blood in nearly every state in the United States of America, I’ve been left broken down and beat up but every single time I get back up, every single damn time I get up and get better, because that’s what it takes.. that is what it takes to be the best, that is what it takes to give these people their money’s worth… that Kevin Clement is what it takes to be the best in this sport. Athletically defined, technically refined and with the heart of a god damn lion… How have I felt this week? I’ve felt better but how do I feel right now? In front of all these fans, in front of the very people who give me a stage to perform on, in front of the very same people who make me love what I do more than I love anything else on this planet… I feel proud

The fans cheer, chanting the name J.T.Cash in unison

Kevin Clement: You know, you’ve made quite the impression on these fans over the past few weeks, but I’ve got to ask, I know you're used to the riches that most of us can only dream of, do you ever think, what if?…

Cash holds his hand up cutting off the popular commentator

J.T.Cash: Simple answer Kevin Clement… No.

Kevin cocks his eyebrows looking for more from the Cashman.

J.T.Cash: What you think I am any better than these people, you think I am better than anyone of you, or hell maybe because I was born in to some money I am better than the men and women who bust their ass week in week out behind the scenes to put on these shows, the ring technicians, the lighting guys, the sound guys… the ring announcers. Nah eh, listen Kevin, I was lucky, I am lucky. I have things that I thank the lord for every morning… but make no mistake I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it was a choice between professional wrestling and being just another playboy spoiled bitch who knows the price of everything but knows nothing about the value of anything. I know who I am, I know where I came from but that doesn’t define me, that doesn’t define me as a wrestler nor does it as a man because these people don’t give a crap if I have got money or not, these people would boo someone out of the building if they were an asshole, it wouldn’t matter if they had one or a million dollars. No you see Kevin, I grew up loving professional wrestling, I dreamt of this day, I dreamt of standing inside the squared circle showcasing to anyone who wants to watch what I can do… you could take my apartment, my car, my suits you could take the hanger ons, you can take the women who only show an interest because of your bank balance and you could flush them all down the toilet for just one chance at the biggest prize in this company… There is no what ifs, there is no what could have been there is the now, the present and this is all I could ever need, this ring… these people and my challenge.

The fans cheer, Cash may have had all the money he could have needed but his passion for the business was obvious for all to see, but it was his last word that interested Kevin Clement

Kevin Clement: Challenge, J.T?

J.T.Cash: That’s right, you see Kevin I’ve been sitting in the back and I’ve been watching, I’ve been watching one man who wears a title thinking that he needs to be brought down to size. There is no doubt that this man has all the talent in the world, he has all the tools to make him one of the very best in the business but the problem is… he’s got a voice that just pisses me off and my god does he like to use it, between him and his two dollar slut that follows him around like a fly around dog crap… You know who I am talking about Clem, the people know who I am talking about, the bell guy knows who I am talking about, this camera man knows who I am talking about and more importantly sitting in the back twiddling his fingers he knows who I am talking about. You see right about now there is this nervous feeling in his stomach, there is this feeling that in about five minutes his life will be changed forever because I am going to call him out, I am challenging him… there is this little streak of piss running down his leg because as good as he is, he realises that he may just not be good enough… Pride Championshi…..

?: Enough!

Madison Stewart storms through the curtain to boos from the crowd.

Madison: That's enough!

She conties to march towards the ring. She pays no mind to the boos, the catcalls and the obscene words she's being called.

Madison: Just who in the hell do you think you are? Where do you get off challenging the TRUE PRIDE of FGA to anything? ESPECIALLY a Pride Championship Match? Let's get one thing straight, little boy.

Madison smirks as the crowd boos.

Madison: You may have been hot stuff a couple of years ago. You may have mattered back in 2010. But this is 2013 now. And right now, it's Chandler Scott's time.

The crowd boos Madison can be seen mouthing insults at J.T. Cash. As Cash heads towards the ropes, Chandler slides into the ring. The crowd boos as Chandler runs up from behind and nails Cash in the back of the head with the Pride Championship belt, knocking him down. The crowd rains down boos as Chandler stomps away at Cash. Madison can be seen applauding on the outside.

Clement: Chandler Scott, much like Johnny Blayze earlier, refused to accept a challenge that was laid out to him. Yet when his challenger had his back turned, he's the first to strike.

Grayson: That's smart, is it not?

Clement: It's not fair.

Grayson: I don't care if it's fair or not. It's smart! He's getting to the opposition before they get to him! And look at Chandler going to work.

Chandler picks up his championship belt, cradles it and repeatedly drops it across the back of Cash's head to boos from the crowd.

Clement: J.T. Cash isn't moving at all. He just had 20 plus pounds of metal repeatedly slammed against the back of his head. He could be hurt.

Grayson: You think Chandler cares?

Clement: Of course not. That selfish s.o.b. only cares about himself.

Chandler then picks up Cash, hoists him up, spins and throws him down with the Valediction. The crowd boos as Chandler laughs at the damage he's caused.

Grayson: And a Valediction for good measure! Bravo! Job well done. Now Cash knows not to bark up the wrong tree.

Chandler raises his Pride Championship to boos from the crowd. As he and Madison exit the ring, the crowd voices there displeasure.

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

Chandler turns and raises his belt high in defiance, resulting in even more boos from the crowd.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Michael Tomkins & Anton Chase vs. Camellia D. Magna & Jason Richards

"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights around the entrance go out. When they come up, Michael Tomkins stands still wearing his black leather jacket with the words "3 Seconds" embroided on the back. Looking from left to right, an arrogant smile crosses his face in reception to the crowd's boos. He milks in the negative response, before heading down to the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by “Electric” Timmy Brown. From London, England... weighing in at 225 pounds.... he is “The Rogue” MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Timmy Brown then appears from behind the curtain, to an even more intense chorus of boos which he ignores, heading briskly to the ring. Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising one arm, holding up three fingers. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

Clement: Michael Tomkins has targeted Camellia D. Magna, feeling that if he should start at the bottom, he should start with Ms. Magna. Tomkins has sent out his group of lackeys to target Cami on multiple occasions. But Tomkins will have to get in the ring with her at All-Star Showdown II.

Grayson: We he will show her just how low she is on the totem pole.

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 tag team partner. From Los Angeles, California.... weighing in at 210 pounds.... he is “The Future” ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Speaking of sneak attacks, Anton Chase has been the master of them. And he's targeted Jason Richards over his “fluke” victory over him a couple of weeks back. Chase won't let go of the fact that Richards got the best of him several weeks back. And he's made it a point to let Richards know that he won't make a name for himself off of him.

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.

Cruz: And their opponents.... introducing first, from Seattle, Washington.... weighing in at 202 pounds.... “The American Wolf” JASON RICHARDS!

He looks out over the crowd pumping them up as he makes his way to the ring holding is hand out. 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 been impressive since his arrival in FGA. He's yet to be defeated in FGA in singles action.

Grayson: Well I can tell you that Anton Chase is going to put a stop to that at All-Star Showdown II, when he shows everyone just how much of a fluke that Richards victory really was.

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

Cruz: And his partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina.... weighing in at 145 pounds.... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

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

Clement: Cami, to her credit has yet to back down from Tomkins despite sending his goons after her on repeated occasions.

Grayson: She may think she's being strong. She may think she's being a positive example. But all she's being is hardheaded. Tomkins is a man that will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. What does he think he'll do to her?

The bell sounds as Cami and Chase start things off. Cami goes over and points at Tomkins. Chase looks at Tomkins, then back at her. He then points to Tomkins. Cami nods her head. So Chase goes over to tag in Tomkins. But Tomkins hops down off the apron to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Look at Tomkins. He's not so tough now.

Grayson: Why should he have to get in the ring with her? She should be grateful that they're even in the
While Tomkins stays on the floor, Chase places his hands on his hips and shakes his head at him. But while his back is turned, Cami runs up from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy to cheers from the crowd.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: I know that these two don't exactly like each other. But they better get on the same page. Their infighting almost cost them this match.

Grayson: They'll be fine.

As both wrestlers get up, Chase nails her with a knee strike to the midsection. He then whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Cami counters with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Chase gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Chase gets up, Cami goes for another dropkick. But Chase sidesteps and swats her down to boos from the crowd. As Cami gets up, Chase grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase knocks her down with a dropsault to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cami kicks out.

Grayson: And just like that, the veteran Anton Chase is back in control. What did I tell you?

Chase picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Chase bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cami counters with a sunset flip. But Chase rolls through it, gets up to his feet and hoists Cami up into position for the Chaos Theory. The crowd boos.

Grayson: This is it!

Clement: He's got her set up for Chaos Theory! This match could be over if he hits it.

But the boos turn to cheers as Richards over over and nails Chase in the face with a superkick.

Clement: Jason Richards with the timely save!

Grayson: Next time, she won't be so lucky.

Cami picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Cami knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Cami picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. She then tags in Richards to cheers from the crowd. Once Richards gets in the ring, he unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then brings Chase from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Richards goes for a back body drop. But Chase slips down from behind. He then scoops Richards up across his back and delivers an argentine backbreaker lift dropped into a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Tomkins drags Chase off of Richards.

Grayson: What are you doing, Tomkins!?

Clement: And once again this two can't seem to coexist. It's like their egos are too big for one team.

Chase gets in Tomkins' face and begins arguing with him. While Chase's back is turned, Richards grabs Chase from behind and goes for a german suplex. But Chase flips over his back and lands on his feet. As Richards gets up and turns around, Chase runs over and knocks him down with a step-up enzuigiri. That crowd boos. As Chase gets up, Tomkins reaches over the ropes and tags himself in.

Clement: Oh, NOW he wants to get in the ring.

Grayson: He's wisely picking his spots. What's wrong with that?

Chase angrily stares at Tomkins as Tomkins enters the ring. He proceeds to out the boots to Richards to boos from the crowd. After picking up Richards, Tomkins grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Tomkins takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd boos as Tomkins mounts himself on top of Richards and hammers away with elbow strike to the head. The crowd boos as Tomkins gets up and walks around the ring with his arms spread out.

Grayson: Look at “The Rogue”. For a man that's been out of action for roughly a year, he looks pretty good to me.

Clement: But instead of being in love with himself, he should be staying on top of his opponent.

Grayson: Please, it's only Jason Richards we're talking about here...

As Tomkins heads over to pick up Richards, Richards rolls him up in a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Clement: And again, this team's lack of focus almost cost them.

As both men get up, Tomkins quickly delivers an over the shoulder jawbreaker to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Richards, grabs him by the side and delivers a gutwrench suplex. He makes the cover.

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Chase pulls Tomkins off of Richards.

Grayson: Come on guys!

Clement: Now Chase is giving Tomkins a bit of his own medicine. These two both want the victory for themselves.

Tomkins gets up and begins arguing with Chase. While Tomkins' back is turned, Richards grabs him from behind and delivers the J.R. Driver to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Come on, Chase. You could have broken that pin up.

Clement: I doubt he wanted to, if his interactions with Tomkins thus far were any indication.

Richards picks up Tomkins and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending him into the ropes. Richards then hooks his arms around the top rope, stopping his momentum. Tomkins then charges at Richards. But Richards dumps him over the top rope and to the floor with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up on the outside, Richards runs into the ropes. But Chase nails him with a knee to the back to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Richards turns around and knocks Chase off the apron with a forearm strike to the face.

Grayson: He can't do that!

Clement: He just did...

While Richards barks insults down at Chase, Tomkins slides back in, runs over and nails him with a running double ax handle to the back. The crowd boos. He then brings Richards away from the ropes and sets him up for Epica. But the crowd cheers as Cami runs into the ring and knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. As Tomkins gets up, Cami delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Tomkins stumbling through the ropes and out onto the apron. As Tomkins pulls himself up, Cami runs over and nails him with a shoulder thrust to the midsection, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. She then runs int the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks Tomkins down with a baseball slide to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Tomkins gets two boots right to that big mouth of his!

Chase then rolls into the ring. As Cami gets up and turns around, Chase charges forward and knocks her down with a plancha to boos from the crowd. Richards then gets up and waits patiently for Chase. When Chase gets up and turns around, Richards charges forward and connects with a suicide dive to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: There are bodies flying everywhere.

Clement: And this crowd is loving every second of it.

Tomkins then rolls into the ring. He runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he puts on the brakes and then wags his finger at the crowd. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Gotta love Tomkins...

Tomkins rolls to the outside, picks up Richards and throws him down with an STO. The crowd boos as he picks Richards up and rolls him back into the ring. He makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Tomkins picks him up, only to snapmare him over. He then applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Richards if he wants to give up. But Richards refuses to quit. So Tomkins jerks back, applying more pressure.

Grayson: Richards needs to just quite right now. He can save himself from experiencing more pain.

The ref asks Richards if he wants to give up. But Richards refuses to quit. He then begins to pump his fist in unison with the crowd's chant

Crowd: RICHARDS! RICHARDS! RICHARDS! RICHARDS!

Tomkins shakes his head in disbelief as Richards turns over onto his knees. He then gets up to his feet. After nailing Tomkins with three elbows to the midsection, Richards grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Chase reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Tomkins comes back, Richards nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Tomkins is doubled over, Richards lifts him up and plants him with a brainbuster. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. But the ref won't make the count. Richards then looks up at the ref in confusion. But the ref tells him that Tomkins is no longer the legal man. When Richards gets up and turns around, Chase knocks him down with a springboard discus forearm strike to boos from the crowd. He then kips back up to his feet and spreads his arm to even more boos.

Clement: Chase set that up perfectly. But once again, this team is losing focus.

Grayson: He's got Richards right where he wants him.

Chase picks up Richards and delivers a fireman's carry dropped into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Richards clutches his midsection in pain. Chase makes the cover.

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Cami breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cami with the save!

As Cami heads back out onto the apron, Chase picks Richards, lifts him up and throws him down with a powerbomb across his knee. The crowd boos as Chase makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chase looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers.

Grayson: I thought it was three, too, Anton.

Chase picks up Richards and whips him into the corner. Chase runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Chase stumbles back, Richards goes for a lariat. But Chase ducks. When Richards turns around, Chase connects with a Pele Kick to boos from the crowd. He then points to the top turnbuckle as he heads out onto the apron. After walking across the apron, Chase climbs the turnbuckle. But Richards gets up, darts into the corner, runs up the turnbuckles, grabs Chase and throws him down with an avalanche exploder suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Grayson: AH!

Clement: What a suplex by Richards! He saw Chase making his way to the top turnbuckle. And he used whatever energy he had left to race over into the corner and throw him off with that suplex.

With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Richards rolls over onto his stomach.

Ref: FIVE..... SIX.....

Richards begins to crawl towards his corner. But Chase is right behind him. As Richards gets up, Chase grabs him by the ankle. Both Richards and Cami are reaching out as far as they can with their arms. Richards then lunges forward and tags in Cami to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cami's back in!

Grayson: Oh no....

Cami connects with a slingshot dropkick, knocking down Chase. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Cami grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Cami goes for a hurricanrana. But Chase blocks it and counters with the Chaos Theory to boos from the crowd.

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

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Tomkins breaks up the pin.

Grayson: What on earth are you two doing?

Clement: Shooting themselves in the foot, that's what.

Chase gets up and shoves Tomkins. Tomkins comes right back with a shove of his own. As both men are arguing, Cami runs up from behind with a flying knee, knocking Chase into Tomkins. The crowd cheers as their skulls collide, sending Tomkins stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Chase gets up, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with the Crown of Thorns to cheers from the crowd. Cami then heads out onto the apron. When Chase gets up and turns around, she delivers the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd.

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“Riptide” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA and JASON RICHARDS!

After the match, Cami gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd. After Chase rolls to the outside, Tomkins slowly creeps back into the ring. He tries to attack Cami from behind, but Cami turns around and catches him to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Once again, Tomkins tried to attack from behind. But Cami saw it coming a mile away.

Grayson: It's about time she finally caught on.

Tomkins tries to hightail it out of the ring. But Cami grabs a hold of his wrist with both hands. The cheers then turns to boos as KoolStorm are shown running down to the ring.

Clement: Great, here comes Tomkins' goons

Cami lets go of Tomkins a KoolStorm slides into the ring.

Clement: And look at that snake Tomkins slither out of the ring!

Grayson: He's leaving to fight another day. Cami won't be so lucky.

Viktor Kool and Firestorm quickly double team Cami to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Koolstorm with the double team. They're doing what they do best.

The two take Cami and whip her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, they go for a double clothesline. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Koolstorm turns around, Cami jumps up and knocks both of them down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Kool gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. Firestorm gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. Kool gets up and runs at Cami. But Cami side steps, grabs him and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Firestorm gets up, Cami steps out onto the apron, springboards onto the top rope, jumps off and takes him down with the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd. As Tomkins scurries up the aisle, Cami is handed a mic.

Cami: Tomkins, you have jumped me from behind for the last time!

(The crowd cheers)

Cami: At All-Star Showdown II, there's going to be no more running and no more hiding. You won't be able to have your flunkies fight your battles for you anymore. It's just going to be me and you. And not only will I show you how a real wrestler conducts themselves, but I'll show you that those precious three seconds... belong to me!

The crowd cheers as Cami tosses down the mic. Tomkins' eyes widen with anger before shaking his head, refusing to believe that Cami will get her revenge at the supershow.

[FGA Office]

STARTING JULY 6

[FGA Office]

Ryan Kidd 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 from the crowd.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts by way of Montreal, Quebec, Canada... weighing in at 218 pounds.... BOB POOLER!

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

Clement: Bob Pooler not only turned his back on this company, but he turned his back on his friends when he decided to join The Murder.

Grayson: Is that what you think? How can he turn on someone if he was never truly with them in the first place. Let's face it. Bob Pooler was always in The Murder's back pocket. The three of them just waited until the right time to let the cat out of the bag. And at Only the Strong Survive, they shocked the world.

Clement: Ryan Kidd shocked the world when he made his return two week's ago.

Grayson: Yeah, and he attacked Bob Pooler. A mistake that he'll pay dearly for tonight.

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. “In Due Time“ by Killswitch Engage suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He began hardcore dancing on the floor spinning around like there's no tomorrow before raising his arms up in the air to the delight of the fans.

Cruz: Making his way to the ring… Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FIFTEEN POUNDS… From Long Beach, California… The SoCal Superstar… RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN… KIDD!!

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

Clement: Ryan Kidd was on the cusp of winning the FGA Championship. The belt was literally inches away from his fingertips. And then Dom Harter and Malcolm Drake struck, screwing him out of the championship and out of this company. But now Kidd is back and he's seeking revenge.

Grayson: If he were smart, he would have stayed gone. Has he not been keeping up with what's been happening? The Murder are a group that cannot be stopped. You would think he would have learned his lesson the first time. But let me tell you, he'll be learning it the hard way tonight.

The bell sounds as Pooler tries to attack Kidd from behind. But Kidd ducks the clothesline. When Pooler turns around, Kidd throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Kidd throws him back down with another arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler gets up, Kidd grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he knocks Pooler down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Clement: Kidd still looks to be in pretty good shape. No ring rust at all for the So-Cal Superstar.

Kidd brings Pooler into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Kidd unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers. He takes Pooler and whips him into the opposite corner. Kidd charges into the corner and goes for a running yakuza kick. But Pooler catches his foot and shoves him down. After Kidd rolls back up to his feet, Pooler runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a flying headscissors. The crowd boos. Kidd gets up, but Pooler throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd boos. As Kidd gets up, Pooler takes Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Pooler grabs him, runs and tosses him over the top rope. Pooler then turns and raises his arms in the air.

Grayson: And there goes Kidd...

Clement: No! He's hanging onto the top rope!

Kidd then “skins the cat”, pulling himself over the top rope and back into the ring to cheers from the crowd. Pooler notices the cheers, so he turns and sees Kidd. He darts over to Kidd. But Kidd grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Pooler tumbling over the top rope and falling hard to the floor. As Pooler slowly gets up on the outside, Kidd runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he charges forward, leaps over the top rope and knocks Pooler down with a suicide plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a dive by Ryan Kidd! He hasn't lost that daredevil instinct, either.

Kidd then rolls into the ring and waits for Pooler to get up. As Pooler gets up, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he leaps through the ropes and knocks him down with a suicide dive. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Kidd connects with another dive! He's hitting Pooler with everything's he got.

Grayson: Come on, Pooler. Get up and swat him down.

Kidd isn't done yet. He rolls back into the ring. He can be seen waving his arms up and down as he tries to hype the crowd up even more. As Pooler gets up, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and goes for a tope atomico. But Pooler moves out of the way, causing Kidd to land back-first on the floor. The crowd boos as Kidd lays on the floor in pain.

Grayson: Ouch! I'm sure that hurts.

Clement: Kidd may have telegraphed that move. Bob Pooler definitely saw it coming and planned accordingly.

Grayson: That's what happens when you go to the well too many times, Kev.

Pooler goes over and puts the boots to him. He then picks up Kidd and throws him down with a scoop slam. Kidd arches his back in pain. Pooler then picks him up and rolls back into the ring. After clinging up onto the apron, Pooler connects with a slingshot elbow drop to the back. The crowd boos as he turns Kidd over and makes the cover.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Kidd and hits a snap suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Kidd again gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Kidd and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Kidd stumbles back, Pooler nails him with a roaring elbow to the back of the head to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Kidd just got nailed in the back of the head by that hard elbow!

Grayson: Lights out. Night night, Kidd.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Kidd again gets his shoulder up!

As Pooler picks up Kidd, Kidd nails him with right hands to the midsection. He then goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending Kidd into the corner. He the runs into the corner and connects with a hangtime corner dropkick to boos from the crowd. He turns Kidd over and makes the cover.

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

Pooler picks up Kidd and goes for an irish whip. But Kidd reverses, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Kidd takes him down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets up, but Kidd knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler gets up, Kidd grabs him and whips him into the corner. Kidd runs into the corner. But he runs right into a boot to the face to boos from the crowd. As Kidd stumbles back, Pooler runs from out of the corner, leaps up and applies the Triforce to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There it is!

Clement: Triangle choke! Pooler's got that flying triangle choke applied!
The ref asks Kidd if he wants to give up. But Kidd refuses too quit. The crowd cheers as they try to rally behind Kidd.

Crowd: RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD! RYAN KIDD!

The pain becomes too much to bear and Kidd falls to the canvas. The crowd boos as Kidd taps out.

“Unleashed” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, BOB POOLER!

After the match, Pooler keeps the Triforce applied. The bell repeatedly sounds as the ref yells at Pooler to let go. But Pooler refuses to break the hold.

Clement: Get in there and break it up, ref!

Kidd's body has gone limp as Pooler keeps the Triforce applied. The ref then has to pry Pooler off of him. The crowd boos as Pooler raises his arms in the air in victory. Meanwhile, the ref attends to an unconscious Kidd.

Clement: Pooler gets the victory by submission. But of course, that wasn't enough for him.

Grayson: What's your point? Kidd attacked Pooler from behind two weeks ago. But when they're face to face, you see what happens. Not only can Kidd not hang with Pooler, but Kidd can't help save Pat Gordon, Jr.

[FGA Office]

(The camera cuts backstage, we see Malcolm Drake looming in a dimly lit part of the arena. Drake is pacing quickly. The camera has a difficult time keeping focus on him. We hear the sound of a door opening. Drake doesn't break his focus, he is deep in thought. Now we hear the sound of someone running and suddenly, a glass bottle comes flying towards Malcolm Drake. He sees the bottle flying at him and he moves out of the way. The bottle hits the wall behind Drake and explodes into a million pieces. Malcolm shields himself from the glass. Chris Q runs into the shot and starts laying into Drake with huge punches.)

Chris Q: You son of a bitch…

(Chris continues to punch Malcolm, who is blocking most of the blows. Suddenly, Drake lunges forward and drills Q will a headbutt to the forehead. Q stumbles back and Drake runs at him, driving him into a concrete wall. Now Drake is hitting Chris with body punches while Chris is trying to grab his throat and choke him. Q hits Malcolm with a short elbow that creates space between the two. FGA officials hear this commotion and rush to the scene to break up the fight. Drake and Q each manage to land a few clean shots before the officials separate them.)

Chris Q: You’re fucking dead, Drake…

(Q looks like he’s ready to kill and Drake just smiles at him as the FGA officials struggle to keep them separated.)

[FGA Office]

”Sum Mo” by the rapper Hailz CalmLee plays over the Westchester County Center’s sound system. The Frontier Grappling Arts fans are all on their feet, as they await the speculated arrival of a former FGA Heavyweight champion. Pushing his way through the black curtain is A.J. Fairchild. The fans give a lukewarm round of applause for the returning grappler as he stands on the top of the small ramp taking in the atmosphere.

The former champion takes a good look around the convention center nodding his head. He then makes his way down the ramp and up the steel ring steps. Hoping over the ropes, A.J. makes his way to the center of the ring. He continues to nod at in an even pace, the fans begin to take up a half-hearted “Welcome back” chant. A.J. smiles as a ring hand tosses him a live microphone. A.J. lets the chant die down before putting the microphone up to his mouth to speak.

A.J. Fairchild: “Man it feels so god-damn good to be back in the center of an FGA ring. In case you haven’t noticed which I’m sure you all have. I’ve been away on hiatus from wrestling. I’ve read the chat pages, and I’ve read the tweets. I’m not dead. I didn’t change my name. I didn’t relocate to Tijuana… After I lost the FGA Heavyweight Championship I realized that something wasn’t right. There was something inside of me that had died. I lost my love for professional wrestling. I absolutely hated it. I hated waking up in the morning to hate mail. I hated driving past protesters and angry mobs trying to get to the shows. I hated the cold shoulder from management and the guys back in the locker room. But more than anything, I hated strapping on that title every day. That title represented something I wasn’t. Every time I polished that belt and saw my reflection in it, I saw an impostor. I used to be the FGA Heavyweight Champion, but when I stopped carrying myself as a champion, when I started taking the easy way…pulling tights, hitting women, and hiring enforcers… I stopped being a champion.”

The fans began to applaud slightly, as it seems that A.J. had finally come to terms with the way he had been acting. A.J. took his time looking up at the fans seated all around him. He gives a small sigh and lifts the microphone back up to continue his sincere apology.

A.J. Fairchild: “I did things that I’m not proud of. In my attempt to become a living legend I hurt my friends, trampled over everyone in my way, and I used people as stepping stones to the top. I was devious, scheming… damn I was a real asshole you guys. I didn’t deserve the title I carried, and when Chris brought my crumbling down… that was my providence. I left, a shell of a man, and a shadow of my former self. I took time off, went back home to figure out what went wrong. My plan was to bitch and moan my way into a re-match and find some cheap way to steal my belt back. But before I lifted one finger to dial FGA management, before I uttered one breath to complain… everything seemed so clear to me. I didn’t deserve to be here. I had been running around this place for months with my chest puffed out, calling myself God. The fact of the matter was that I was the farthest thing from God. The people I demanded respect from, respected me the least. Hell, I didn’t even respect myself… After Chris Q beat my ass I knew that I didn’t belong… I didn’t have the right to step in this ring anymore. I was unwelcomed in the house I helped build…”

The fans began to cheer even louder really getting behind A.J. who had seemed to find the error in his ways. A.J. began to smile at the fans who were accepting him back. He let them cheer on for a few moments longer before putting the microphone right back to his mouth to continue.

A.J. Fairchild: “I kept tabs on FGA. Watching it each and every day, what I originally saw was okay. However, as time rolled on, and I saw what was happening to FGA. I knew I couldn’t sit on my couch and fix what people like The Murder, Blayze, and Pooler was ripping apart. FGA is apart of my legacy as a wrestler and as a man, and I’ll be damned if I ever were to allow anyone to destroy what helped create me. You see to guys like them, this place might just be ‘another company’… But to me this place means everything. It was this company that took me in after I got fired for not being good enough. It was this place that taught me how to wrestle, when I couldn’t even run the ropes. It was this place that showed me how to grow up and be a fucking man! That’s why I’m back. I’m not back to screw anyone over so I can get back the title. I’m not here to torment management; I’m not back here on some personal vendetta. No, I’m here to be a doctor. I’m here to cure the promotion of the cancer killing it from the inside. I’m here to show everyone that a man can change. I am here to redeem myself, and my legacy. I’m here to bring back what we all love about FGA. I’m here to put an end to the bullshit, and bring back the real shit… I’m not a hero… I’m damn sure not a saint… But I do know where I can buy a cape, and I’m damn sure I can bring some Dry Elbow Martini Gospel back to FGA! So open the damn door… Because FGA’s lost son is fucking home!”

A.J. drops the microphone on the mat canvas. The microphone hits with a thud, however the louder impact can be shown on the faces and the ruckus cheers from the fans in New York. A.J. extended his arms posing in the ring for a quick second before sliding out and hopping the barricade and running into the crow of fans as a loud “A.J.” chant could be heard from two planets away.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Chris Q vs. Malcolm Drake

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is your main event of the evening. Introducing first, 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: There isn't an ounce of fear running through that man's body. He isn't afraid of Chris Q. Maybe at one time he was. Maybe he never was. But Drake sees Q as someone that's human. He sees him as someone that's vulnerable and can be stopped. And even though Chris Q has the height and strength advantage, Drake can get just as vicious inside that ring.

Grayson: He can. But at what cost? Like you said, Chris Q has the strength and weight advantage. I know it's not the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog. But Drake is barely 190 soaking wet. If he tries to go blow for blow with Chris Q, he could be making a big mistake. Drake needs to do what he does best. And that's pick his spots.

Clement: Oh? I thought what Drake did best was attacking people from behind and letting others do his dirty work for him.

Grayson: You don't have the guts to say that to his face.

Clement: It doesn't make it any less true.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Lone Oak, Texas.... weighing in at 241 pounds..... he is the self-proclaimed Big Bad of FGA, CHRIS Q!

When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

Clement: Chris Q has made himself a hit list. It doesn't matter is Drake is number one or number four on that list. The unfortunate news for Drake is that he's on it. And for all the damage he's done with the help of The Murder, Chris Q has done damage himself.

Grayson: Chris Q hasn't exactly shook hands with his opponents after his matches. He's beaten some of the best that this company has had to offer. And I agree with him to an extent. For a while there, it looked like Malcolm Drake wasn't achieving the amount of success some thought he would or should. But like Drake said, it's not all about wins and losses. He's continued to take away Pat Gordon, Jr's support system. His right hand man, Dom Harter, is the FGA Champion. And Drake has been on quite the roll as of late.

The bell sounds as both men slowly step towards the center of the ring. Q then charges forward and goes for a clothesline, but Drake ducks. When Q turns around, Drake nails him with a punch to the face. Q responds with one of his own. Drake comes back with a punch to the face. Q responds with one of his own. Drake comes back with yet another punch. Q answers back with one of his own. The two men continue to trade punches. The force and speed that the punches are thrown get harder and faster. The crowd cheers. Not for either man. But for seeing two people that they despise beating the hell out of each other.

Clement: This match has quickly broken out into a brawl. Both of these men are slugging it out. Who will gain the advantage?

The rapid fire punches begin to slow down. The punches are now being thrown much more sluggish and wild. Neither man is able to gain the advantage. That is until Q hits Drake with a knee strike to the midsection. He grabs Drake, heads towards the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Drake places his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. He then elbows Q in the midsection and follows up by slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Q around, Drake leans in and chokes him with both hands. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go.... only to nail Q with thumbs to the eyes. Q immediately covers his eyes in pain. But Drake doesn't let up. He places Q in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending Q stumbling into the corner. Drake heads over, turns him around and unleashes a series of right hands to the midsection. After a knee to the midsection, he takes Q and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake charges into the corner, but he runs into a boot to the face. As Drake stumbles back, Q charges from out of the corner. But Drake runs forward and nails him with a kitchen sink to the midsection, sending Q flipping down to the canvas. He makes the cover.

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Q kicks out.

Clement: I doubt we're going to see a technical masterpiece in this one.

Grayson: I don't think so. There's no love lost here between these two. The only thing they want to do is beat the hell out of each other.

Drake gets up and delivers an overhead elbow shot to the head, sending Q stumbling into the ropes. He then goes over, takes Q and snapmares him down to the canvas. Drake runs forward and nails Q with a hard kick to the back. The thud from the impact can be heard throughout the building. Drake then steps back, sizes Q up, runs forward and delivers another running kick to the back. Q can be seen arching his back in pain. After placing his hands across Q's traps, Drake delivers repeated knees to the spine. Q can be seen seething in pain. Drake then pushes him flush against the canvas and makes the cover.

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Q kicks out.

Drake sits up Q, reaches his index and middle fingers into his nostrils and pulls back. Q can be heard groaning in pain while Drake smile; the sound of his opponent in agony is music to his ears. The ref quickly gives Drake until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go. He stands up, only to delivers a falling overhead elbow shot to the top of the skull. Q clutches his head in pain as Drake makes the cover.

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Q kicks out.

Clement: How huge would it be if not only did Drake get the victory, but if he could knock Chris Q out of FGA as well?

Grayson: It'd be a tremendous accomplishment. Dom beating him for the championship is a feat all its own. But to be the one to take him out of FGA? It would make The Murder that much more powerful.

Drake picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Q stops himself and kicks Drake square in the face. While Drake stands in a dazed state, Q heads back into the ropes. When Q comes back, Drake goes for a clothesline. But Q counters with a spinning belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out. Not satisfied, Q makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up. Q then pushes him down flush against the canvas and makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out.

Q then mounts himself on top of Drake, grabs him by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas.

Clement: It had been all Drake thus far. But right now, Q is in firm control.

Grayson: He is. And that's the one place where Drake doesn't want to be. On his back with the man the size of Chris Q and a man as dangerous as Chris Q attacking you.

Q gets up off of Drake. He heads over to his legs. After hooking his arms around Drake's legs, Q catapults Drake into the corner. As Drake slowly turns around, he turns right into a corner body avalanche from Q. Drake begins to stumble from out of the corner. But Q shoves him right back into it. Q nails Drake with clubbing forearms to both sides of the head. When Drake begins to cover up, Q lunges forward and connects with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. Q leans back, only to lunge forward and connect with another shoulder thrust. After standing up, Q unleashes a flurry of right hands that send Drake slumping down in the corner. Q reaches down, pulls up Drake by his hair and nails him with another right hand. After Drake slumps back down in the corner, Q chokes him with his boot. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q lets go.... only to choke Drake again with his boot. This time, he pulls down on the top rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down and drags Drake from out of the corner. After lifting Drake's legs up and spreading them apart, Q delivers a stomp to the groin. Drake holds himself as he can be seen cringing in pain. After circling Drake, Q runs over and delivers a hard kick to the back, causing Drake to arch his back in pain. As Drake slowly turns over and tries to get up on all fours, Q runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs. Drake groans in pain. As Drake tries to push himself back up onto all fours, Q delivers a kneeling double ax handle to the back. He then turns Drake over and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Clement: We've seen Drake face men bigger than him before. But we've never seen him get manhandle like this.

Grayson: It's almost as if he's fighting a bigger, stronger version of himself.

Clement: Do you think Chris Q is trying to send a message to Dom Harter throw Drake?

Grayson: Oh he's most definitely sending a message.

Q grabs Drake by the arm he just raised and yanks him back up to his feet. After doubling him over with a knee to the midsection, Q grabs a hold of Drake's hair and tosses him across the ring. Q then heads over, grabs two handfuls of Drake's hair, pulls him up and then tosses him across the ring. Q marches back over towards Drake. As he slowly picks him up, Drake grabs Q, lifts him up, steps back and drops him with a hotshot across the top rope. Q falls to the canvas. Drake gets up and puts the boots to him. He then goes over, steps across Q's throat and pulls up on the middle rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go. He then kicks Q out of the ring and to the floor. After dropping and rolling to the outside, Drake picks up Q and slams his head against the apron. He grabs Q and slams his head against the apron again. Drake takes Q and whips him hard against the barricade. He then takes Q and whips him back against the side of the ring. Drake reaches over, grabs Q and whips him against the barricade. Q then crumbles to the floor. After grabbing a hold of the top of the barricade with both hands, Drake stomps away at him. He then picks up Q, places him neck-first across the barricade and presses down on the back of his neck, choking him. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake lets go. While Q is doubled over, Drake nails him with a punch to the ribs that drops him to his knees. He then takes Q by the head and slams his against the barricade. The ref goes to check on Q, but Drake moves him out of the way. As Drake picks up Q, Q grabs him, runs forward and rams him hard back-first against the side of the ring. While Drake cringes in pain, Q kicks him in the midsection. He then hoists Drake up and throws him down with a powerbomb across the edge of the apron. Drake bounces off the apron and falls to the floor. He can be seen reaching back and holding his lower back in pain. But Q shows no mercy. He yanks up Drake and whips him hard into the barricade. As Drake stumbles away from the barricade, Q throws him down with a back body drop. Drake arches his back in pain after hitting the floor.

Clement: These two are just throwing everything at each other.

Grayson: This match definitely lived up to its billing. I don't think we've seen one lock up or headlock yet. This has definitely been a hard hitting battle.

As Drake tries to pull himself up using the barricade, Q walks over and snatches a plastic cup filled with beer from a fan. Q takes a swig of the beer. After turning to Drake, Q spits the beer right in his face. Drake immediately covers his eyes in pain. As the fans begins berating Q for stealing his beer from him, Q turns back to the fan, grips the cup and tosses the the liquid out, splashing the fan right in the face.

Clement: Come on, Chris! There was no need for that!

Q then tosses the empty cup in the fan's direction before turning back to his opponent. Drake can be seen slowly rolling back into the ring. As Q climbs up onto the apron, Drake lunges forward and nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. After getting back up to his feet, he tries to suplex him back into the ring. But Drake drops him and clutches his back. After tightening his grip, Drake suplexes him back into the ring. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Q gets his shoulder up.

Drake picks up Q and goes for an Ace Crusher. But Q shoves him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a running high knee. While Q stumbles back, Drake runs back into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Q stops him with an elbow strike to the face. While Drake is stunned, Q heads into the ropes. When he comes back, Drake knocks him down with a roaring elbow.

Grayson: POW!

Clement: Chris Q just got clocked with that elbow. Can he get up?

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Q gets his shoulder up. Drake can be seen repeatedly slapping the canvas in frustration.

Drake picks up Q and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. But Q bounces off the ropes, heads over and nails him with a headbutt of his own. Drake runs back over and connects with a running headbutt. Q responds with a running headbutt of his own. The two then run towards the center of the ring and connect with a running headbutt. After stumbling back, the two run at each other and connect with another running headbutt. After stumbling back, the two shake off the effects before charging back at each other. Q goes for a running headbutt. But Drake switches up and knocks him down with a yakuza kick. He makes the cover.

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Q gets his shoulder up. Drake places his heads on his head in disbelief.

Clement: The former champion will not go away!

Drake picks up Q, brings him into the corner and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, Drake grabs a hold of Q and chokes him. But Q is able to reach up and rake him across the eyes, breaking the hold. Q then quickly shoves Drake off the turnbuckles and down to the canvas. After standing up on the top turnbuckle, Q turns around and goes for a moonsault. But Drake rolls out of the way, causing Q to connect with nothing but canvas.

Clement: HE MISSES! CHRIS Q MISSES!

With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Bob Pooler and the FGA Champion, Dom Harter, make their way to the ringside area to a loud chorus of boos.

Grayson: Here we go....

Clement: These two shouldn't even be out here.

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

Both men slowly get up to their feet. Q throws a right hand, but Drake blocks it and counters with one of his own. Q throws another right hand. But Drake blocks and counters with one of his own. Q then goes for a haymaker. But Drake ducks. When Q turns around, Drake drops him with an Ace Crusher. The Murder can be seen cheering on the outside. He then gets up, picks up Q, grabs him by the wrist and goes for the Momento Ominibus. But Q ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers the Cracker-Jack. Drake can be seen arching his back in pain.

Q picks up Drake and whips him hard into the corner. As Drake stumbles out, Q hoists him up onto his shoulders. Drake tries to wiggle free. But it's to no avail as Q plants him with The Compactor.

Clement: COMPACTOR!

Grayson: It's over!

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Harter and Pooler break up the pin to boos form the crowd. The ref immediately calls for the bell.

Clement: That damn Murder strikes again!

Grayson: And right on time, too!

As Drake slowly gets up, he watches as both Harter and Pooler continues to stomp away at Q. Drake continues to direct traffic until Pat Gordon, Jr and Ryan Kidd charge the ring.

Clement: And here comes.... the cavalry?

Grayson: Right? Gordon and Kidd are out here indirectly helping Chris Q.

Once PGJr and Kidd get in, they target Drake and Pooler respectively. Pooler quickly takes Kidd and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. He follows Kidd to the outside as PGJr and Drake are sent over the top rope and to the floor after a Wicked Lariat. While the four men are on the outside, Harter takes his FGA Championship and prepares to clobber Q with it. But the boos turn to cheers as Chris Bond runs down to the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Clement: And here comes the legend! Chris Bond is in the ring and he's got a chair in hand!

Grayson: He needs to mind his own business! Did he learn from what happened last time?

Once Bond slides in, Harter quickly drops and rolls to the outside. He turns and makes his way up the aisle as Bond throws down the chair in frustration. He climbs the ropes and motions for Harter to get back in the ring. But Harter just smiles as he sees Q getting up slowly behind Bond.

Clement: Look at Harter retreating. Some champion he is.

Grayson: Please...

When Q lays eyes on Bond, his eyes widen with anger. He then glances over to his right and sees the chair. So Q goes over and snatches it up. Once Bond climbs down and turns around, he turns right into a chairshot to the head. The crowd boos as Q throws down the chair in anger.

Clement: My God what a chairshot! We could hear it all the way from back here!

Grayson: I told you Bond needs to mind his damn business!

Q then picks up Bond, scoops him up across his shoulders and plants him with The Compactor on the chair.

Clement: No! Come on, Q!

After staring down at Bond, Chris Q slowly turns and sees Dom Harter watching on from the curtain. He then rolls to the outside, grabs the chair and storms up the aisle after the champ...

Winner by DQ: Chris Q