All-Star Showdown II

[FGA Office]

Special Attraction
Marvin Andrews vs. Adam Stryker

The bell sounds as both men lock up. Andrews quickly places him in a side headlock. But Stryker shoves Andrews off of him and into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, he ducks a clothesline and continues to run into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, Stryker knocks him down with a running headbutt. He then picks up Stryker and flings him into the corner. Stryker charges, but ends up eating an elbow to the face. As Stryker stumbles back, Andrews hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and knocks him down with a diving spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Stryker kicks out.

Andrews picks up Stryker and goes for an irish whip. But Stryker reverses, sending Andrews into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, he slides through Stryker's legs. When Stryker turns around, Andrews kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for a DDT. But Stryker counters with an arm wrench, followed by a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Andrews kicks out.

Stryker picks up Andrews and delivers a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Andrews bounces off the ropes and comes back with a stiff forearm strike. He then nails Stryker with a series of stiff kicks to the legs. He then grabs Stryker and goes for an irish whip. But again, Stryker reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, Stryker hoists him up into the air to set up a pop up European Uppercut. But on the way down, Andrews knocks Stryker down with a dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Stryker kicks out.

Andrews picks up Stryker and whips him into the corner. He runs across the ring, but he ends up running right into a boot to the face. Andrews turns and stumbles away from the corner. When he turns around, he turns right into a Headhunter Kick from Stryker. He makes the cover.

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Andrews gets his shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Andrews and goes for a vertical suplex, but Andrews blocks it. So Stryker tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex but again, Andrews blocks it. So Stryker nails him with three punches to the ribs. He then whips Andrews chest-first into the corner. As Andrews stumbles back, Stryker knocks him down with a Northern Lariat. After circling Andrews, Stryker delivers an elbow drop to the back. He gets back up and delivers another elbow drop. Stryker then gets up, bounces into the ropes, comes back and delivers a jumping elbow drop. He turns Andrews over and makes the cover.

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Andrews gets his shoulder up. Stryker responds by punching him in the face.

Stryker picks up Andrews and whips him into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, Stryker goes for a superkick. But Andrews ducks and runs into the ropes. When Andrews comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. Stryker gets back up, but Andrews takes him down with a headscissors takeover. Stryker gets back up, but Andrews takes him down with a hurricanrana. As Stryker gets up, Andrews runs over, hops onto his shoulders, spins and goes for Protect Ya Neck. But Stryker counters with an Electric Chair Driver. He then picks up Andrews, lifts him up and delivers the Definition of Mayhem. As Andrews arches his back in plain, Stryker quickly comes up from behind and applies the Kana Klutch. The ref asks Andrews if he wants to give up. Andrews has no choice but to tap out.

Winner: Adam Stryker

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Meadowlands Expo Center
Secaucus, NJ

The lights in the Meadowlands Expo Center go out unexpectedly and the FGA fans in attendance scream in reaction. Suddenly, Wolfmother’s “The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun” begins to play, which instantly draws jeers from the crowd. A single spotlight shines at the top of the entrance. Standing there, holding the FGA Championship high above his head, is the Big Bad himself. Chris Q is looking straight down at his feet, wearing his trademark black suit and tie. The FGA fans are not impressed. He stands there for what seems like an eternity, soaking in the reaction from the crowd.

Finally, Chris lowers his arms and throws the FGA Championship over his shoulder. He raises his head and begins walking to the ring, smirking out at the crowd. A fan shouts something at Q that gets his attention. Chris gets into his face and returns the verbal abuse. It actually looks like Chris might get into a fight with the fan, but security gets in the middle and Q thinks better of it. The cocky champion laughs off the brief altercation and continues walking to the ring.

The FGA Champion climbs the steps onto the apron. He raises the belt one final time before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. It’s nearly impossible to guess the mood of the Big Bad because his trademark sunglasses cover his eyes. Q walks over to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. He walks back to the center of the ring as his music begins to fade. Chris smirks again and scratches his beard before bringing the microphone to his mouth.

Chris Q: Are you all here for the Chris Q Party?

The fans erupt with a huge wave of boos. The FGA Champion laughs to himself before he continues.

Chris Q: I told everyone that the loss to Dom Harter was a fluke. If it wasn’t for Bob Pooler, Malcolm Drake, and the semi-retarded Chris Bond, I would still be undefeated to this day. But I was given the opportunity to prove it and I was able to capture the FGA Championship for the second time. That’s right. I’m the one and only TWO-time FGA Champion.

Q raises his belt into the air again, which is met by a negative reaction from the crowd.

Chris Q: Tonight I cross off the final name on my hit list. Chris Bond, you should have learned your lesson the first time. I know that you were heart-broken after I beat you at Only the Strong Survive, but that should have taught you something. In your long, overrated career, you’ve never come across a man like me. None of your so-called “experience” can prepare you for the kind of animal that I am. Like I’ve said so many times: there is only one Chris Q. Nobody can do what I do.

Q almost has to yell that last line because of the how loud the people have become in their hatred towards the Big Bad.

Chris Q: After I successfully defend this title against Chris Bond here tonight, I’ll once again start building my championship legacy. Take a good look at the man standing in front of you. I’m not Chandler Scott. I’m not A.J. Fairchild. I'm certainly not a little bitch like Dom Harter. I am the FGA Champion. Soon my name will become synonymous with this championship and everything that it stands for. Years from now, when you look at the Frontier Grappling Arts Hall of Fame, I’ll be remembered as the greatest FGA Champion of all time. They’ll talk about the streak, talk about my dominance, and they’ll talk about tonight.

A pause.

Chris Q: Because what I’m going to do tonight will be the most brutal, vicious scene ever witnessed in Frontier Grappling Arts. Tonight, I’m going to massacre Chris Bond. Tell your woman to look away and cover your children’s eyes, because it’s not going to be pretty. Just winning this match won’t be enough. In order to prove to Chris Bond that I am the most dangerous man in this company, I’m going to have to put him in the hospital.

Q holds the FGA Championship in front of his face and stares directly at the gold plate.

Chris Q: You never should have turned down a drink with the Big Bad. You also should have learned your lesson at Only the Strong Survive. But your biggest mistake was costing me the FGA Championship and playing your part in ending my streak. A man can only fuck up so many times before he has to pay the price. You pissed off the wrong guy, Bond. Now get ready to face the consequences.

Q drops the microphone and his music once again plays through the sound system. Chris doesn’t even waste time taunting the audience before exiting the ring. He throws the FGA Championship over his shoulder and walks to the back with tremendous confidence.

[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Welcome FGA Nation to another Frontier Grappling Arts presentation. I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as my colleague Evan Grayson. And tonight we present to you All-Star Showdown II. We are here at the Meadowlands Expo Center in Secaucus, New Jersey. We have so many big matches for you tonight. Titles on the line. Rivalries. Grudges. Interpromotional showcases. Tag team exhibitions. What more could you want?

Evan Grayson: More Karma. Everyone needs more Johnny Karma.

Clement: You're starting already. I apologize to all of you who end up watching this on DVD.

Grayson: For getting only one helping of Karma tonight? I know, Kev. I, too, am disappointed.

Clement: ANYWAYS..... we have a huge main event and several high profile matches. First off, the main event. This is a match that's been six months in the making. The Murder has targeted Pat Gordon, Jr. They've attacked his friends. Screwed them over. Injured them. Run them out of the company. But each time, Pat Gordon comes back. There is no quit in that man. He is a fighter. And and his teammates, Ryan Kidd and Kevin Hardaway will bring the fight to The Murder inside Steel Cage Mayhem.

Grayson: 15 feet of steel will surround the ring. There will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Tonight, Pat Gordon, Jr gets put out of his misery. It's been nice knowing you. It's just so sad that you had to bring Kidd and Hardaway down with you.

Clement: The FGA Championship will be on the line as Chris Q defends his championship against Chris Bond.

Grayson: We just heard from the champ and I couldn't agree more. Bond, it's over. Hang it up. Go home. This will not end well for you. Did Only the Strong Survive teach you anything? Apparently it didn't. But as Kevin Hart would say, and I hate to use this phrase because it's so overused. But Bond, you gonna learn today!

Clement: The Pride Championship is also on the line as Chandler Scott defends against J.T. Cash.

Clement: Cash should have just Cashed Out. He's a heck of a wrestler. But this is Chandler Scott we're talking about here. After everything Chandler's done this year, Cash thinks HE'S the man to stop him? I highly doubt it.

Clement: We've got so many more matches for you tonight. So let's send it to the ring where Manny Cruz is standing by...

[FGA Office]

4-Way Fray
Heather Halliwell vs. Wade Nolan vs. Noah van Dyke vs. Sean Sands

‘Made to Love’ by tobymac blasts over the PA system and Noah Van Dyke walks out onto the stage. He is not saying anything, not even taunting the crowd. He just looks around very calmly and walks down the ramp towards the ring.

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening. And it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 205 pounds, NOAH VAN DYKE!

He reaches the end of the ramp and he stops to look around once again. He gets down on his knees and puts his arms out while looking straight up. He gets up and walks up the steps to the ring and awaits his opponent.

Clement: Here we are ready to start this evening off with a 4-Way Fray.

Grayson: The action is going to be quick in this one. This is not an elimination match. You don't have to be pinned or forced to tap out to lose. So all of these grapplers need to be focused.

As the opening beat of "We Can Make The World Stop" by Glitch Mob hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. The black curtains are opened and most of the fans can see a man standing behind them. Sean Sands, with his regular in-ring attire, steps out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio. Weighing in at 209 pounds, SEAN SANDS!

He does not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making his way down the ramp. He high fives a few fans along the way and eventually pulls off his t-shirt and either tosses it into the crowd, or hands it to someone in the front row.

Clement: Sean Sands was supposed to be in another 4-way match. But due to an undisclosed knee injury to his partner Xavier Daniels, Sands had to bow out of that match, as well as the Dynamic Duos tournament.

Grayson: That's gotta suck for him. Now he has to go it alone. We'll see how well he fares without someone having his back.

“Ready or Not” starts as the lights go out and a single purple light shines down on Heather Halliwell as she saunters through the curtain onto the stage. Her cowgirl hat is low over her head hiding her face. She bobs her head and sways her body to the beat for a moment and as the main line of the song sounds, smoke shoots from the floor and she throws off her ring jacket, pointing to the cheering crowd.

Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Austin, Texas. Weighing in at 126 pounds, HEATHER HALLIWELL!

She makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and quickly makes her way to the farthest turnbuckle. She poses at the top, pointing to the crowd, getting them pumped up for her match. She does this on every turnbuckle before removing her hat and focusing on her challengers.

Clement: The Pretty Little Texan is quite the looker. But she's more than just a pretty face. She packs some power behind those punches and knows her fare share of submissions, too.

Grayson: That's all well and good. And the fact that she's the most experienced of the bunch definitely works in her favor. But she's the smallest out of all four grapplers in this match. This could easy turn into a three on one situation.

“Ungrateful” by Escape The Fate hits as out strolls Wade Nolan with a cocky grin on his face. Standing there Wade holds his arms out wide in a Jesus style pose before ignoring the boos as he walks to the ring. Once at the ring Wade doesn't bother walking up the steps but rather jumps up on the apron and enters the ring through the top and middle rope.

Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Los Angeles, California by way of London, England. Weighing in at 265 pounds, WADE NOLAN!

Now in the ring he walks over to the turnbuckle climbing it and once again throwing his arms out wide in a Jesus style pose. The crowd react with yet another loud chorus of boos as Wade just has the cockiest of grins on his face. Jumping down Wade walks to the middle of the ring lapping up all the hate as he awaits to start the match.

Clement: Nolan is certainly no stranger to multi-man matches has his first match in FGA was a Triple Threat Match.

Grayson: A match that he won, might I add. What's throwing another body into the ring going to do? Sounds like he gets to inflict more pain for his gain.

The bell sounds as all four grapplers slowly circle the ring. They constantly look to the left and right of each other. Just then, they all suddenly stop. Halliwell, Sands and van Dyke then dart over into the fourth corner and attack Nolan to cheers from the crowd. The trio delivers a series of clubbing shots to the head, neck and back. Nolan tries to cover up, but the blows still connect.

Clement: And here we go as Nolan gets ganged up on by the other three.

Grayson: Smart strategy. Get rid of the biggest threat early.

They then take Nolan and whip him into the opposite corner. But Nolan ricochets from out of the corner and turns van Dyke inside out with a clothesline. He then turns his attention to Sands and Halliwell. The duo goes for a double clothesline. But Nolan ducks and runs into the ropes. When Nolan comes back, they delivers a double back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Nolan gets up, but the duo knocks him down with a double clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Nolan gets up, but he gets knocked back down by another double clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Nolan gets up, Halliwell and Sands rush over and deliver another double clothesline, sending Nolan over the top rope and to the floor.

As Nolan slowly gets up on the outside, van Dyke gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Halliwell and Sands dump him over the top rope with a double hip toss, sending him crashing onto Nolan with a plancha on the outside. The crowd cheers. Sands then points to the outside to cheers from the crowd. Halliwell steps aside, allowing Sands the space to perform whatever high-risk move he has up his sleeve. Sands then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Halliwell blindsides him with a dropkick.

Clement: Halliwell proving that this is every man... or woman.. for themselves in this one.

As Sands gets up, Halliwell kicks him in the midsection. While Sands is doubled over, Halliwell grabs him by the arm and delivers a rolling cross armbar. The crowd cheers as Sands is trying to fight off the move. He can't reach over to the ropes with his free hand. So he tries to stick his foot out. But he's not close to the ropes. Realizing what's happening in the ring, van Dyke reaches in, grabs Sands by the ankle and drags him near the ropes. Sands then places his foot on the ropes, forcing the ref to make Halliwell break the hold by the count of five.

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

Just as Halliwell releases the hold, van Dyke delivers a stomp to the face. He then picks up Halliwell and backs her into the corner with a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Halliwell and whips her into the opposite corner. Van Dyke runs across the ring to attack. Halliwell ducks and delivers a back body drop. But van Dyke counters with a headstand on the top turnbuckle. As Halliwell turns around, van Dyke knocks her down with a double mule kick to the face. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Halliwell kicks out.

Van Dyke grabs her and goes for an irish whip. But Halliwell reverses, sending him into the ropes. As van Dyke bounces against the ropes, Nolan reaches up and yanks down the top rope, sending van Dyke tumbling to the floor. The crowd boos. As Nolan climbs up onto the apron, Halliwell heads over to attack. But Nolan nails her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. After bringing her through the ropes and out onto the apron, Nolan grabs her by the throat, hoists her up and throws her down to the floor with a chokeslam. The crowd boos.

Clement: Wade Nolan just throws Halliwell down hard onto the floor.

Grayson: That's why he's my pick to win. The strength. The aggression. This man shows no compassion. He has that killer instinct that a lot of these grapplers lack.

When Nolan turns back towards the ring, Sands runs over and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Nolan is doubled over, Sands runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he dives over the top rope and goes for a sunset flip powerbomb. But Nolan holds onto the top rope with both hands for dear life, blocking the move. He then delivers a stomp to the face, breaking Sands' grip. He then watches as Sands stumbles around ringside. When Sands turns around, Nolan runs along the apron and knocks him down with a jumping clothesline. The crowd boos as Nolan rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Halliwell breaks up the pin with leg drop across the back of the neck.

Grayson: Sands just got saved there.

After picking up Nolan and bringing him over towards the corner, she slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Nolan around, she unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. But its as if Nolan is unfazed as he grabs Halliwell by the neck, tosses her into the corner and delivers a series of hard shoulder thrusts to the midsection. The crowd boos. He then takes Halliwell and whips her into the opposite corner. Nolan runs across the ring. But Halliwell moves out of the way as Nolan runs right into the turnbuckles full speed ahead. The crowd cheers. As Nolan stumbles back, Halliwell bounces into the ropes. When she comes back, she takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd cheers as she mounts herself on top of Nolan and hammers away with rights and lefts. But her offense is cut short as Sands grabs her from behind.

He lifts up Halliwell off of Nolan, turns, runs and tosses her over the top rope. But thankfully for Halliwell, she is able to grab onto the top rope and hang on. Sands turns and sees this. So he runs over and goes for a baseball slide to knock her off the ropes. But he just misses Halliwell as she “skins the cat”, pulling herself over the top rope and back into the ring. Sands then leaps back up onto the apron. But he's quickly nailed with a dropkick that knocks him down to the floor to cheers from the crowd. As Halliwell gets up, she's quickly knocked down from behind by a running shoulderblock from Nolan. The crowd boos. After dragging her into the corner, Nolan stands over her, grabs her arms, pulls her up and delivers a turnbuckle curb stomp to boos from the crowd. He then drags Halliwell away from the corner, turns her over and makes the cover.

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van Dyke breaks up the pin with a baseball slide to the side of the head. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And now Halliwell is the one that's saved.

Grayson: There's so many people in this match, you have to have eyes in the back of your head. Every time you think you have the match won, here comes another grappler out of nowhere to break it up.

As Nolan slowly gets up, van Dyke hammers away with a series of right hands to the face. While Nolan appears dazed, van Dyke runs into the ropes. When van Dyke comes back, Nolan flings him over the top rope and to the floor with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Boos and applause can be heard throughout the crowd over Nolan's display of strength. Meanwhile, van Dyke lays on the floor a mangled mess.

Grayson: I think I've seen pile ups on the highway that looked better than him right now.

Back in the ring, Nolan goes to pick up Halliwell. But Halliwell quickly grabs him by the hair and delivers a kneeling jawbreaker to cheers from the crowd. As a dazed Nolan turns around, he turns right into the Lip Buster from Sands. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Halliwell drags Sands off of Nolan and makes the cover herself.

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Sands drags Halliwell off of Nolan.

Once Halliwell gets back up to her feet, some back and forth arguing takes place between her and Sands. As the two continue to argue, Nolan runs over and knocks both of them down with a clothesline to boos from the crowd. Nolan picks up Halliwell and whips her into the ropes. When Halliwell comes back, Nolan spears her down to boos from the crowd. He then goes over, picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Nolan goes for another spear. But Sands counters with a high knee lift to cheers from the crowd. As Nolan is stunned, Sands knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Nolan gets up, Sands runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks down Nolan with a bicycle kick. The crowd cheers. As Nolan gets up, Sands nails him with a roundhouse kick. While Nolan is dazed, Sands quickly steps back and then connects with the Sands Kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Nolan gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Only two!

When Sands gets up and turns around, Halliwell leaps off the top rope and takes him down with a flying hurricanrana to cheers and applause from the crowd. While Sands is still down, Halliwell runs over, hops onto the middle rope, flips back and connects with the Cowgirl Ride! The crowd cheers as she hooks the leg.

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van Dyke dives over and shoves Halliwell off of Sands, breaking up the pin.

Van Dyke picks up Halliwell and goes for an irish whip. But Halliwell reverses, sending van Dyke into the ropes. When van Dyke comes back, he goes for a cross body block. Halliwell ducks. But van Dyke gets caught in mid air by Nolan, who tosses him up across his shoulders before planting him with a Death Valley Piledriver. As Nolan gets up and turns around, Halliwell runs over towards him. He goes for a clothesline. But Halliwell ducks. When Nolan turns around, Halliwell delivers a double leg takedown. She tries to turn him over into the Southern Comfort to cheers from the crowd. But Nolan is fighting it off. After repeatedly turning Nolan from side to side, she's finally able to lock on the Southern Comfort to cheers from the crowd. But Sands comes from out of nowhere and plants her with Face Meets Mat. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Sands may have knocked her out with that DDT! He's got to make the cover!

He then waits impatiently behind Nolan, trying to set him up for the Sand Attack. Once Nolan is in position, he runs up behind Nolan and goes for the Sand Attack. But Nolan turns around and catches Sands in mid air. After fighting off Sands' struggle to free himself, Nolan positions him across his shoulder and delivers the Downfall to boos from the crowd. When Nolan gets up and turns around, van Dyke leaps off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick, sending Nolan stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. When van Dyke gets up and turns around, Halliwell kicks him in the midsection before jumping up and applying the Whistlin' Dixie to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks van Dyke if he wants to quit. Van Dyke taps out to cheers from the crowd.

"Ready or Not" plays to cheers from the crowd

Cruz: Here is your winner, HEATHER HALLIWELL!

After the match, the ref raises Halliwell's arm to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What crazy back and forth action that was.

Grayson: There tons of nearfalls. Tons of high impact moves. But The Pretty Little Texan, to her credit, was able to escape with the win.

[FGA Office]

JULY - AUGUST 2013

[FGA Office]

Triple Threat Tag Team Match
The Usual Suspects vs. KoolStorm vs. The Motto

“Everything’s Falling Apart” by Zebrahead hits the speakers. The crowd Boo frantically as Viktor Kool appears from behind the curtain, followed closely by Firestorm. The two exchange a low five, before they casually strut down the ramp.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 457 pounds. They are the team of Viktor Kool and Firestorm, KOOLSTORM!

When they approach the ring, the two roll under the bottom rope. Viktor points to Firestorm, who points back before they look to their opponent, ready to begin.

Clement: Michael Tomkins' lackeys get to step into the ring tonight and show everyone exactly what they're made of. I'm not holding my breath,

Grayson: You and everyone else constantly shows these two disrespect. But tonight, they will show you exactly why Tomkins decided to align himself with two talented men like them.

The drumbeat of "F#$k Tha Police" by dope fades in over the PA and the entire venue is on their feet trying to boo as loud as they can. Smoke from the fog machine is creating a faint haze at the curtains when slight feedback from the sounds of an electric guitar screeches over the system and the lyrics begin.

"F#$k tha police, comin' straight from the underground!"

Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains with the ever-present Tiffany Lawrence Michaels appearing between them. Both men are dawning dark hooded sweatshirts that obscure their face over their singlets and of course their ever annoying valet is wearing one of her skimpy outfits. The Usual Suspects stare out into a sea of middle fingers and begin making their way to the ring as the fans closest to the aisle began yelling obscenities at them.

Cruz: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. Weighing in at a combined weight of 482 pounds. They are the team of Jason Marx and Chris Tryon, THE USUAL SUSPECTS!

The two men pause at the base of the ring apron and allow their valet to take center stage as she climbs on to the apron, locks her arms around the top rope, and leans back as she faces the crowd allowing her ample assets to tighten up her revealing top. It's the only time during the entrance that some male fans give a slight applause. Both men hop up onto the ring apron next and enter through the ropes.

Clement: The Usual Suspects were successful at the last DVD Taping against The Motto. Can they come on with another win tonight?

Grayson: I've got to admit that I was impressed with their performance back in Plymouth on the 8th. These two work so well together. And Miss Michaels, what can I say? She's talent. She's smart. She is one hell of a manager.

Clement: You're only saying that because you think she's nice to look at.

Grayson: Okay, and the problem with that is...?

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 their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Addy Reed. Weighing in at a combined weight of pounds. They are the team of Ryan Big and Robbie League, THE MOTTO!

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: And here comes The Motto, full of "swagger" despite the loss from two weeks ago.

Grayson: That night was a learning experience for these two. If they can right their wrongs, then they may very well come out on top here tonight.

The bell sounds as Big and Kool start things off. They lock up. Kool quickly moves Big into the corner. The ref then scurries over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Kool appears to make a clean break. But he quickly nails Big with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. He then takes Big and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Big stumbles out, Kool throws him down with a back body drop. Kool then runs into the ropes as Big gets up. When Kool comes back, he knocks down Big with a clothesline. As Big gets up, Kool knocks him back down with another clothesline. Big gets back up. But Kool kicks him in the midsection and delivers a snap suplex. Big quickly rolls over and tags in Robbie League. After League gets in, the two men circle the ring. They go to lock up, but Kool ducks the collar & elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. League tries to free himself, but its to no avail. After stomping on Kool's foot, he performs a standing switch and applies a waistlock of his own. But Kool quickly reaches back, elbows him in the face and then applies a side headlock. League shoves Kool off of him and into the ropes. When Kool comes back, League goes to knock him down with a shoulder block. But Kool doesn't budge. He then points to the ropes, as if to dare League to knock him down. League obliges and runs into the ropes. But Firestorm quickly knees him in the back. As League turns to confront him, Kool attacks from behind. After slamming League's head into the top turnbuckle, he tags in Firestorm.

When Firestom gets in, Koolstorm takes League and whips him into the ropes. When League comes back, they throw him down with a double spinebuster. Firestorm makes the cover.

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Chris Tryon breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Grayson: Good save right there from Tryon.

Firestorm picks up League, snapmares him over and delivers a dropkick to the back of the head. He makes the cover.

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League gets his shoulder up.

Firestorm picks up League and whips him into the ropes. Jason Marx reaches over and makes the blind tag. When League comes back, Firestorm takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. He mounts on top of League and hammers away with right hands to the face. But Marx comes up from behind and delivers a double ax handle across the back.

Clement: Jason Marx utilizing his experience edge in this match. He makes the blind tag and then catches the unsuspecting Firestorm off guard.

Marx picks up Firestorm, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Firestorm around, Marx delivers a series of repeated clotheslines in the corner before delivering a knee strike to the midsection. He then tags in Chris Tryon.

Tryon slingshots himself into the ring and delivers a series of alternating stiff kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. Firestorm is sent slumping down in the corner. Tryon then heads towards the center of the ring and taunts his opponents out on the apron. Meanwhile, Marx can be heard yelling at him to stay focused.

Clement: What in the world is this kid doing? This is not a pose down. He needs to stay focused.

Grayson: Relax. Tryon knows what he's doing...

While Firestorm is still down in the corner, Tryon turns around and goes for a corner dropkick. But Firestorm moves out of the way, causing Tryon to slide down and hit himself between the legs against the ring post.

Clement: ... you were saying...

As Firestorm tries to tag out, Marx quickly gets into the ring and holds him back by his tights. Marx tries to hold on for dear life as Firestorm can be seen repeatedly swinging his arms out to tag out. Marx then yanks Firestorm into his grasp and delivers a german suplex, sending Firestorm flipping in the air and landing on his stomach. The ref scolds Marx as he heads back out onto the apron. Back in the ring, Tryon gets up and gingerly walks over to Firestorm. After picking him up, Tryon shoots him into the ropes. When Firestorm comes back, Tryon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Firestorm counters by grabbing him by the hair and throwing him down with a mat slam. Firestorm then stumbles back over into his corner and tags in Kool.

Kool gets in and puts the boots to Tryon. He picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Kool goes for a clothesline. But Tryon ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Kool knocks him down with a clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Close call there for The Suspects. Two of these three teams will be in the upcoming Dynamic Duos Tournament to crown the first Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions. And you can bet that they want to go into that tournament with as much momentum on their side as possible.

Kool picks him up and delivers a snap suplex. He then heads into the corner and tags Firestorm back in. Once Firestorm gets back in, Koolstorm picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Koolstorm takes him down with a double overhead arm drag. Firestorm makes the cover.

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Firestorm brings Tryon into the corner and delivers a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Tryon and whips him into the opposite corner. Firestorm runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face from Tryon. While Firestorm stumbles back, Tryon turns around and punches both members of The Motto, knocking them off the apron. But before Tryon can turn around, Firestorm runs over and nails him with a double ax handle to the back of the neck. He then brings Tryon away from the corner and goes for a german suplex. But Tryon elbows him three times in the face. After performing a standing switch, he shoves Firestorm into the ropes. When Firestorm comes back, Tryon knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He then crawls back over, reaches up and tags Marx back in.

Grayson: And here comes the bruiser!

When Marx gets in, Kool steps into the ring and charges at him. But he gets knocked down by a clothesline. Kool gets back up, but Marx clotheslines him back down. As Kool gets up, Marx grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Kool comes back, Marx throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. As Marx gets up, Firestorm throws a wild haymker. But Marx ducks, grabs him from behind, lifts him up and delivers an atomic drop. He then turns Firestorm around and delivers a head and arm suplex.

Clement: Jason Marx is cleaning house!

As Marx gets up, he's double teamed by both members of The Motto. The Motto takes Marx and whips him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, The Motto knocks him down with a double running shoulderblock. Big then picks up Marx and throws him down with a scoop slam. He holds Marx in place as League steps out onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. But once he reaches the top, Tryon runs along the apron, grabs his ankle and yanks him down, crotching him across the top turnbuckle. As Tryon turns, Big runs over and deliver a shoulder thrust through the ropes, knocking Tryon off the apron and to the floor. Koolstorm then gets back into the ring, grabs Big from behind and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. They then each climb the ropes and try to double superplex League from off the top turnbuckle. But Tryon rolls back in as Marx heads into the corner.

Clement: Uh oh...

Grayson: Timber!

After grabbing both Kool and Firestorm, The Usual Suspects throw both Koolstorm and League down with a Tower of Doom. Tryon then steps back out onto the apron as Marx lifts League up onto his shoulders. As Tryon climbs the turnbuckle, Big tries to stop him. But Tryon kicks him in the head, knocking him off the apron. After Tryon steps up onto the top turnbuckle, he flips off as The Usual Suspects deliver Mass Destruction. Marx makes the cover.

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THREE!

"F#$k Tha Police" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winner, THE USUAL SUSPECTS!

Tiffany Lawrence Michaels gets in the ring and raises Marx and Tryon's arms to boos from the crowd.

Clement: The Suspects have done it once again. They pick up the victory.

Grayson: Talk about going into the upcoming tag team tournament on a hot streak. There hasn't been a team that's been able to stop these two yet. The U.K. Dragons, Bad Attitude, and everyone else. Even The Murder. These teams better watch out. The Usual Suspects are rolling. And they may just roll right through that tournament and walk out the champs.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Wayne Carruthers vs. Johnny Karma

The arena is bathed in a warm glow of orange and red lights as the sheer epicness of John Bonham’s 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, pausing to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening as pyro shoots out from behind him…only for Cherry Baum to step from behind him holding a pair of sparklers, and she uses them to write the letters J and K to the camera.

Karma walks down the ramp, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, exchanging words with his adoring public as he makes his way to ringside, with Cherry still holding the sparklers behind him. The pair reach ringside, where Cherry casually dunks the sparklers in the beverage of a ringside fan before she climbs onto the ring apron to hold the ropes open for Karma. Johnny K walks up the ring steps, pausing to turn and wave to the fans at ringside, before he steps through the ropes into the ring.

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 chiseled 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, addressing the crowd with her thick Brooklyn accent.

Cherry: Good evening Seacaca…Seacockus…SeaEnnEnn…Seacow…how do you pronounce the name of this place?

[Johnny K looks over and shrugs]

Cherry: Meadowlands Expo Center, introducing to you for all your entertainment needs without having to log in once every 24 hours, he is the highlight of the show and the true main event…weighing in at 233 of the sexiest pounds, he is the host with the most, the man who likes to boast, and the man who will make Wayne Carruthers toast…he is JOHNNY KARMA!!!

[Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring, removing his jacket and placing it in Cherry’s arms before taking the microphone so he can address his public]

Karma: Ladies and…ladies

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

Karma: Tonight is the night where I have the right to fight with all my might against the tubby white knight and hope to give him a fright when I drop him from a great height like a faulty kite, which will be quite remarkable because he ain’t exactly light.

[Cherry applauds J-K’s rhyming ability]

Karma: But, my rhyming prowess aside, I hope that all of you give Wayne Carruthers the best support that you can, because he’s trying oh-so hard to get into shape so one day he might look less like a teamster and more like a wrestler. So, with that in mind, when Carruthers is up against it and the match is seemingly lost, I want you to show your support with the following chant. You ready?

[Cherry nods]

Karma: DO SOME SIT-UPS

[Karma holds the mic near Cherry, so she can clap]

Cherry: *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Karma: DO SOME SIT-UPS

Cherry: *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Karma: I’m sure Carruthers will appreciate your support – and you will appreciate it if he follows your advice…

Clement: I can't believe the arrogance of Johnny Karma. He's a great athlete, I'll give him that. But the disrespect that he's shown to Carruthers has been uncalled for. And tonight, he may very well get what's coming to him.

Grayson: The only thing coming to Karma is yet another win. He's the better talker. The better wrestler. The better host. And do we even need to talk about physique?

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. 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.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 260 pounds. He is "Wild Thing" WAYNE CARRUTHERS!

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: Carruthers has had enough of the jokes, the insults and the blatant disrespect from Johnny Karma. Tonight, he shuts is big mouth up for good.

Grayson: That's easier said than done. I would say that Karma needs to shut Carruthers' mouth up. But Carruthers will be too busy stuffing his face.

The bell sounds as Carruthers tries to cut off the ring. He slowly inches closer and closer to Karma, forcing Karma to accidentally back himself into a corner. Karma goes to his left, but Carruthers cuts him off. Karma then goes to his right but again, Carruthers cuts him off. Karma fakes to his left, fakes to his right and then tries to bolt out of the corner to his left. But Carruthers grabs him and shoves him into the corner. Carruthers goes to take his head off with a left hook. But Karma ducks out of the way. When Carruthers turns around, Karma unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. But Carruthers responds by grabbing Karma, tossing him into the corner and delivers a series of knife-edge chops of his own. The crowd cheers. Carruthers then takes Karma and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Karma stumbles out, Carruthers throws him down with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets up, but Carruthers knocks him down with a clothesline. Karma gets up, but Carruthers knocks him back down with another clothesline. As Karma gets up, Carruthers nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then cups Karma by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Karma lands hard back-first onto the floor.

Clement: And Karma just gets thrown over the top rope and to the floor.

Grayson: Is he going to be okay? Someone should tell the ref to pause the match so he can be checked up on.

Clement: Oh please.

On the outside, Cherry can be seen helping Karma up to his feet. After getting some words of encouragement, Karma slowly climbs back up onto the apron and carefully enters the ring. After circling the ring, the two lock up. But Carruthers quickly shoves Karma into the ropes to cheers from the crowd. Carruthers motions for Karma to bring it. And by the flaring of Karma's nostrils, he's clearly getting annoyed. So Karma heads back over and locks up with him again. This time, Carruthers uses his strength advantage to shove Karma down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Karma rolls up onto his knees before getting up to his feet.

Grayson: I love Johnny Karma. He's probably one of the smartest men in the company right now. But I don't know about this. Trying to outmuscle the Big Poppa Plump is not a good idea.

Karma circles the ring and motions to lock up with Carruthers. But he quickly ducks the tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. But Carruthers reaches down, pulls one of Karma's arms from around his waist and reverses into an arm wrench. The crowd cheers as Karma cringes in pain. Carruthers gives the arm a quick jerk before wringing it again. Karma groans in pain as the crowd cheers. The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. But Karma refuses to quit. As Carruthers goes for another arm wrench, Karma reaches out and kicks him in the midsection. The crowd boos. He then quickly grabs Carruthers by the arm and delivers an arm wrench of his own. But Carruthers rolls forward, leans back, kips up and tosses Karma to the canvas with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers as Karma slaps the canvas in frustration before getting back up to his feet.

The two slowly inch over to each other and lock up. Carruthers quickly uses his strength advantage to move Karma into the corner. But Karma quickly shifts his position at the last second, pressing Carruthers up against the ropes. The ref heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both Karma and Carruthers appear to slowly make the clean break. But Karma quickly nails Carruthers with a heart punch, sending Carruthers slumping down in the corner to boos from the crowd. Karma then proceeds to stomp away at Carruthers' chest before reaching down and slapping him across the face.

Clement: This is the man that epitomizes class? I highly doubt it.

Grayson: What's wrong? He's just treating Carruthers like the trash that he is.

Karma steps back towards the center of the ring, only to charge back into the corner and connect with a rope-assisted corner dropkick to the face. The crowd boos as Karma drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Carruthers kicks out.

Karma picks him up and places him in a side headlock. But Carruthers shoves Karma off of him and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he ducks a clothesline from Carruthers. When Carruthers turns around, Karma knocks him down with Sugar Ray Karma. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Carruthers kicks out.

Karma picks up Carruthers and moves him into the corner. He unleashes another series of knife-edge chops. He then brings Carruthers from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Carruthers reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Carruthers knocks him down with a cross body block. He quickly mounts himself on top of Karma and hammers away with rights and lefts to cheers from the crowd. Karma tries to cover up. But some of the punches still connect.

Grayson: Come on, ref, those are closed fists! Disqualify him!

Clement: They are not!

Carruthers gets up off of Karma and stomps away at his chest. He then picks up Karma, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Karma around, Carruthers delivers a knife-edge chop, followed by a right hand. He delivers another knife-edge chop, followed by a right hand. Carruthers continues with another knife-edge chop, followed by a right hand.

Chop. Right hand. Chop. Right hand. Chop. Right hand. As this assault continues, Karma slowly slides down in the corner. Once Karma is down, Carruthers delivers a series of facewashes to cheers from the crowd. After reaching down and picking up Karma, Carruthers brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Carruthers goes for another back body drop. But this time, Karma slips down, grabs Carruthers from behind, runs towards the ropes, hops over and drops Carruthers throat-first across the top rope with Macho Karma. The crowd boos. As Carruthers stumbles back, Karma rolls into the ring, runs over and knocks him down with a high knee to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Carruthers kicks out.

Grayson: Close call there for the Stay Puft.

Karma picks up Carruthers, turns and goes for the Bum Trip. But Carruthers breaks free and shoves Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Carruthers delivers the Wayne Breaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Clement: How did Karma kick out of that?

Grayson: Because he's Johnny Karma, that's how.

Carruthers picks up Karma and nails him with a stiff forearm strike. Karma responds with a knife-edge chop. Carruthers delivers another stiff forearm strike, sending Karma stumbling into the ropes. Karma bounces off the ropes and comes back with a left hook. Carruthers responds with yet another stiff forearm strike, sending Karma stumbling down to one knee. Karma then gets up and throws a punch. But Carruthers blocks it and knees Karma in the midsection. He then hooks both of Karma's arms and unleashes a series of trapping headbutts to boos from the crowd. While Karma is dazed, Carruthers hoists him up, turns and throws him down with a sitout spinebuster. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Grayson: Nope, you're not putting Karma down that easy!

Carruthers picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. After stepping through the ropes, Carruthers repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle pad before climbing the turnbuckles. Just as he's about to climb to the top, Karma goes over, grabs Carruthers and slams him off the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. As Carruthers sits up in pain, Karma runs over and delivers a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Carruthers gets his shoulders up.

Clement: And another close call! But Carruthers gets the shoulder up.

Karma picks up Carruthers, turns and drops him with the Bum Trip. He then gets up and 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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Carruthers gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Come on, Karma, put this man away.

Karma picks up Carruthers, grabs him from behind and tries to go for a full nelson. Carruthers tries to fight it off. But Karma is determined to lock in the hold. Just as Karma is about to lock his hands, Carruthers breaks free and counters with a backflip kick, knocking Karma down to his knee to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Talk about when pig's fly.

Clement: What an athletic maneuver by Carruthers. But can he capitalize?

Grayson: Can he capitalize? I bet he barely knows how to spell.

Clement: Stop it.

Carruthers runs into the ropes as Karma gets back up. When Carruthers comes back, Karma throws him down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He rolls across Carruthers as he hooks the leg.

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Carruthers gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: That was CLEARLY three!

Karma picks up Carruthers and whips him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Karma goes for Check Your Chiclets. But Carruthers catches his foot and spins him around. When Karma comes back, Carruthers scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers the Cleveland Steamer to cheers from the crowd. Carruthers gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a senton. But Karma gets his knees up, causing Carruthers to land back-first across them. The crowd boos.

Grayson: I'm surprised his legs aren't broken from taking all that weight.

Karma picks up Carruthers, hoists him up and throws him down with a full nelson slam. The crowd boos. He then steps through the ropes before climbing the turnbuckles. Once Karma reaches the top, he patiently waits for Carruthers. When Carruthers gets up and turns around, Karma leaps off and goes for a flying cross body block. But Carruthers catches him in mid air, shifts him over his shoulder and plants him with the Blitzkrieg Crush. The crowd cheers as Carruthers slowly turns over and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Phew!

Clement: Karma just barely got his shoulder up in time.

Carruthers picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Carruthers gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Carruthers gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Yeah, but all of his front teeth are probably in the front row now.

Karma picks up Carruthers and whips him into the ropes. When Carruthers comes back, Karma throws him down with a powerslam to boos from the crowd. He gets up, steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Grayson: Kickass Angel time!

Clement: That's the same move he defeated Chris Bond with.

When Karma nearly gets to the top, Carruthers grabs him and slams him down to cheers from the crowd. Carruthers picks him up and whips him into the corner. Carruthers charges over and connects with the Ass Attack to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. Carruthers runs across the ring and goes for another Ass Attack. But this time, Karma moves out of the way, causing Carruthers to crash into the turnbuckles. As Carruthers stumbles from out of the corner, Karma goes for a bulldog. But Carruthers shoves Karma off of him and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Carruthers hoists him up, catches him in mid air and brings him down with the Skyfall Slam. The crowd cheers. Carruthers turns him over and makes the cover.

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"Wild Thing" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, WAYNE CARRUTHERS!

Carruthers gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: After putting up with all the verbal and physical abuse, Wayne Carruthers gets the victory.

Grayson: This match clearly shouldn't have taken place. Carruthers probably didn't even make weight. This bout should have been called off. If I'm Karma, I storm into the front office and demand that the decision be reversed.

Clement: You, Karma and Cherry can make all the excuses you want. But tonight, Carruthers got the win and Karma got a big serving of his last name.

[FGA Office]

[We cut to a backstage shot of the Meadowlands Exp Center in Secaucus, New Jersey. Chris Tryon and Tiffany Lawrence Michaels are walking towards the camera; Chris is pecking away on his iPad with an insessant Tiffany asking him 20 questions.]

Tiffany: I still don't get it...

Tryon: Ok, let me try again. You've played Jenga, right?

Tiffany: Pfff... Who hasn't? It's like the greatest game EVER!

Tryon: So, think of Frontier Grappling Arts as the beginning of a Jenga game. Every time one of these PWX scum disgrace our ring, you remove a piece. Incremental Degradation, got it?

Tiffany: *seems to be cramping up her brain from thinking* ... Maybe...

[Just then the two Suspects turn one of the corners of the Expo Center and Tiffany let's out a gasp. Standing in front of them is none other than Dom Harter. Harter sneers when he sees the brash rookie that's been pestering him on Twitter for the better part of a month. It's one thing to insult the man behind an iPad in your shitty apartment, it's another to be standing face to face with the former Heavyweight Champion. Chris looks on, surpisingly calm given the tense situation. He suddenly remembers his last round of banter with Harter on the social network.]

Dom Harter @tenaciouslb
Three more martyrs ready to fall for their cause... #AllStarShowdown2

reVolutiontryon @fgasuspects
@tenaciouslb ready to watch you guys fail as a unit so every one can see who the number one seed really is in #dynamicduos

Dom Harter @tenaciouslb
@fgasuspects if you're wanting that then you're going to be severely disappointed.

reVolutiontryon @fgasuspects
@tenaciouslb just pray I don't run into you backstage. It would be a shame for you to not make your match.
 
Dom Harter @tenaciouslb
@fgasuspects ha! Be careful what you wish for...

[Chris now seems to sense just how serious this situation is. He might publicly insult everyone, including his mentor, Jason Marx; however, he does remember the advice the old man gave him. "Leave the Murder be, you're not ready for those types of opponents." Yes, if it's one thing that Marx has learned over his career, it's wisely picking and choosing your battles to get where you want to be. The rookie, even if he doesn't want to admit it, knows that he doesn't stand a chance one on one with someone as dangerous as Dom Harter. He knows he better choose his words wisely...]

Tryon: Nice fauxhawk, asshole!

[Some people are stubborn, others are just plain suicidal; Chris is probably somewhere in the middle. Either way, that was the wrong thing to say. Before Chris can defend himself, Harter drills him with a lighting fast fist right to the jaw. Tryon stumbles back up against the wall. Tiffany screams and runs off for her own safety, screaming for the assistance of Jason Marx. Harter, ever the relentless one, chages the stunned young rookie and begins absolutely unloading on him. Repeated shots to the face and gut send Tryon down to the floor followed by several stomps to the head and back from Dom. The Crow grabs his prey by the hair and drives him face first into the wall. Tryon falls to the floor, rolling over onto his back. We can see blood beginning to flow from his mouth, leading us to believe that he may have a few loose teeth or even bit his tongue at some point during the assault. He rolls over once more onto his hands and knees struggling to get to his feet. It's in this position something else seems to come to his mind, perhaps a bit of useful advice from Marx?]

Michael Tomkins @miketomkinsfga
@fgasuspects @tenaciouslb watch out for his fellow butterflies

[Chris smirks and actually begins to... chuckle? Okay, so maybe he's too stupid to understand the gravity of the current situation. Harter looks down at his victim and scoffs in disgust.]

Harter: You just won't learn to respect your superiors, will you?

Tryon: *weakly* F-f-f-uck...you...

[Harter stares to his left and notices that Tryon's beloved iPad fell out of his hands during the one sided ass-kicking. He grabs the tablet and eyes his annoying digital tormentor before slamming the tablet across his face. The glass cracks and shatters with a direct hit to the skull, obviously destroying Tryon's favorite toy. Harter now seems satisfied with his work as he has finally silenced the mouthy bastard. He smirks as Tryon is out cold, laying on his stomach. Harter grabs him by the hair to admire the facelift that he just gave Chris, who is now covered in a mask of crimson.]

Harter: *sneering* ...rookies.

[End transmission.]

[FGA Office]

Jason Richards vs. Anton Chase

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds, he is "The Future" ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Ever since losing to Jason Richards several months back, Anton Chase has been fixated on getting back at Richards. The repeated attacks. Targeting him during the Rumble. He does not want Richards to make a name for himself at his expense.

Grayson: And why would he? Do you know how big of a deal Anton is? The things he's done? The places he's been? Richards is lucky to be in the same company as him, let alone the same ring. Tonight, Chase finishes this once and for all.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 202 pounds. He is "The American Wolf" JASON RICHARDS!

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

Clement: Jason Richards is ready for a fight. After his failure to capture the Pride Championship, he is focused and ready to tear apart Anton Chase.

Grayson: It's all tied up one-one. Chase beat him elsewhere. Richards got lucky here. Tonight is the night that Chase proves once and for all that he is the better wrestler.

The bell sounds as Chase runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Richards ducks. When Chase turns around, Richards nails him with a knife-edge chop. Chase responds with a chop of his own. Richards comes back with a knife-edge chop. Chase responds with another chop of his own. Richards delivers another knife-edge chop. Chase responds back with a chop of his own. He then quickly rakes Richards across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He takes Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase knocks him down with a dropsault to boos from the crowd. He quickly makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Chase picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Richards around and delivering a chop to the chest, Chase whips him into the opposite corner. Chase then runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd boos as Chase brings Richards from out of the corner and lifts him up for a brainbuster. But Richards slips down from behind and shoves Chase into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Richards hoists him up in the air. As Chase comes down, Richards connects with a shoot kick to the midsection to cheers from the crowd. While Chase is doubled over, Richards grabs him and delivers a spinning fisherman suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: Both men are not holding back as the match is getting physical early on.

Grayson: I'd expect nothing less.

Richards picks him up and shoves him into the corner. Richards heads into the corner and unleashes a series of stiff kicks to the chest. The thud from the impact can be heard throughout the building. Richards then grabs Chase and whips him hard chest-first into the opposite corner. As Chase stumbles back, Richards nails him with a clubbing shot to the back of the head, doubling him over. He then delivers the J.R. Driver to cheers from the crowd. Richards makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: Chase kicks out after getting driven right onto the back of the neck.

As Richards picks up Chase, Chase grabs him around the waist and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos. Chase then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After bringing Richards from out of the corner, Chase whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chase scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers a fireman's carry lift dropped into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Richards curls up in pain. Chase turns him over and makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Clement: And another nearfall. This time, it's Richards who kicks out. Both of these men have been aggressive with the pin attempts early.

Grayson: Both of these men want to beat each other and beat each other badly.

Chase picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then delivers a double foot stomp to the midsection to boos from the crowd. Chase then stands over Richards' head, bends over and taunts him. But Richards rolls back, nailing Chase with a kick to the face. The crowd cheers as Chase stumbles back. Richards then turns over, gets up and goes for a lariat. But Chase ducks and dumps him over the top rope with a fireman's carry. Thankfully for Richards, he lands safely on his feet on the apron. When Chase turns around, Richards nails him with a right hand. After a shoulder thrust through the ropes, Richards tries for a vertical suplex off the apron and to the outside. But Chase blocks it. So Richards goes for another vertical suplex to the outside but again, Chase blocks it. After punching Richards through the ropes, Chase tries to suplex him back into the ring. But Richards blocks it. So Chase tightens his grip and tries to suplex him back in but again, Richards blocks the move. Chase then lets go of Richards and throws a left hook. But Richards blocks it. Chase then throws a right hand but again, Richards blocks it. Richards counters with a stiff forearm strike to the face to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos once Chase pokes him in the eyes. He then grabs a hold of Richards, runs towards the corner and tries to slam his head against the ring post. But Richards puts his foot out on the ring post, blocking the move. He then then breaks free, takes Chase and slams his head into the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. While Chase stumbles back, Richards begins to climb the turnbuckles. But Chase runs back over, leaps up onto the middle ropes and shoves Richards off the top turnbuckle. Richards falls off the top turnbuckle and crashing against the barricade. The crowd boos as Richards bounces off the barricade, clutching his ribs in pain.

Grayson: And that my friend is going to leave a mark.

Clement: Richards crashes to the outside after Chase shoves him off the top turnbuckle!

Grayson: What did you expect? Chase to hold his arms out and wait for Richards to jump?

Chase crouches down as he waits patiently for Richards to get up. As Richards slowly gets back up to his feet, Chase runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward and knocks down Richards with a suicide dive. The crowd boos. After picking up Richards on the outside, Chase lifts him up and throws him down with a powerbomb across his knee. The crowd boos. He then picks up Richards, rolls him back in, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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

Chase picks him up and whips him into the corner. Chase runs into the corner and goes for a Stinger Splash. But Richards moves out of the way, causing Chase to crash into the corner. As Chase stumbles back, Richards grabs him from behind and delivers a release tiger suplex. The crowd cheers as Richards crawls over, turns over Chase and makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Richards picks him up, only to snapmare him over. He then runs into the ropes. When Richards comes back, he nails Chase in the side of the head with a Kawada Kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Clement: And another nearfall! But Chase gets his shoulder up in time.

Richards picks up Chase, lifts him up and quickly plants him with a brainbuster. Richards heads over to the corner as he points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. After stepping through the ropes, Richards begins to climb the turnbuckles. Just as he reaches the top, Chase dives over and pulls down the top rope. Richards ends up losing his balance, slips down and wings up crotched on the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Hello!

While Richards is stuck, Chase runs into the corner, leaps up onto the top ropes, hops onto Richards' shoulders and goes for a frankensteiner. But Richards holds onto the ropes, blocking the move. While Chase is hanging upside down, Richards stands up, hooks his legs in front of Chase's arm and delivers Chase's very own Chaos Theory off the top rope. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as Richards makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Clement: Richards gives Chase his own finisher off the top turnbuckle! But Chase somehow gets his shoulder up!

Richards has had enough. He steps through the ropes and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He then leaps off and goes for the Emerald City Press. But Chase gets his knees up, causing Richard to crash down across them to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Yep, I'm pretty sure those ribs are broken.

After Richards slowly rolls off of Chase, Chase rolls out onto the apron. After he pulls himself up using the ropes, Chase climbs to the top turnbuckle. He flips off and goes for a 450 Splash. But Richards rolls out of the way, causing Chase to crash hard onto the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And nobody's home! Chase connects with nothing but canvas!

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

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

Both men are still down; Chase flat on his stomach and Richards on his back.

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

Richards slowly turns over as Chase tries to push himself up off the canvas.

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

Richards gets up, runs over and connects with the Emerald City Flash to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

"Clutch" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JASON RICHARDS!

Clement: What a back and forth encounter that was. Nearfall after nearfall. The Chaos Theory delivered on Chase himself. Those missed high risk moves off the top. Chase put on a hell of a performance. But Richards was just a smidge better tonight.

[FGA Office]

The cameras fade into the backstage area. Sitting down on a bench in the locker room is FGA’s “Last Son” A.J. Fairchild. A.J. has his ring gear on, with a black hoodie over it. He sits quietly rubbing his hands together, and his head down and hood drawn as the hum of the arena sounds of in the back ground.

The camera pans closer as A.J. slowly begins to speak with his head still hung low.

A.J. Fairchild: “The day I lost the FGA Heavyweight championship, my world collapsed. I stopped living, I stopped breathing, I stopped existing. I left, or as everyone here is fond of saying, I took my ball and went home. But tonight… Things change.”

A.J. pauses as he lifts his head up and peers deeply into the camera while adjusting the hood covering his head.

A.J. Fairchild: “While people are getting rematches, and people getting title matches they don’t deserve, I’ve sat by waiting…waiting…wanting my chance at redemption, my chance to reclaim my glory. But I’m sick of waiting… I’m sick of sitting by. Tonight I’m going to beat John Pariah. And when I’m done… I’m going after what has always been mine… The FGA Heavyweight championship. I don’t care if Chris Q, Chris Bond, or Kris fucking Kringle himself wins tonight. Because they have the first and last of his name in the rear view… A.J….. Fairchild…..”

A.J. slaps his hand on the bench before hoping up and exiting the locker room as the cameras fade out and return back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Interpromotional Showcase
A.J. Fairchild vs. John Pariah

The arena turns dark, and smoke billows from the stage. The tron shows a city skyline, as a voice is heard speaking.

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”

The opening notes to Stone Sour’s “Absolute Zero” hits the PA system.

The bloody angle, the symmetry
Your cheap adhesive isn’t holding me
My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth
And I don’t need a reason to lie to you

No pun intended, no punishment
If I offended you, you needed it
Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time
If you don’t have a weapon you can’t have mine

Smoke bellows from the stage, as John Pariah steps out onto the stage. His head is covered by a black hood under his jacket. He raises his right arm up in the air as the crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Cruz: The following contest is an Interpromotional Showcase. And it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 229 pounds. He is "The Destroyer of Worlds", JOHN PARIAH!

Oh, I’m not afraid
I’m giving into grievances again
You’re looking at an absolute zero
I’m not the devil but I won’t be your hero

The fans continue to boo as he slowly makes his way to the ring-not making eye contact with anybody in the arena. He stops at ringside-and looks over the arena, before sliding into the ring and posing on the ropes. He throws his hood back-throwing his arms in a crucifix pose. He steps down off the ropes-and smiles-waiting for his opponent.

Clement: John Pariah was challenged to this match by his student, A.J. Fairchild. It was a challenge that Pariah gladly accepted. Will "The Destroyer of Worlds" destroy Fairchild's world tonight?

Grayson: He may very well. Pariah has taught him a lot. Probably more than he should have. But the experience edge that Pariah has over him is huge. And no amount of athleticism or upside can beat experience.

"Sum Mo" by Hailz CalmLee plays over the venue's sound system, and emerging from the backstage area is the former FGA Heavyweight Champion, A.J. Fairchild. The lights in the venue go off, and a spot light follows A.J. as he walks down to the ring. The fans are cheering and chanting "Fair-Child" as Fairchild takes his time walking down the entrance ramp. He makes his way down to the ring slowly, He begins to throw a couple of punching combinations at thin air to get loose and ready for his match, his eyes dead set on the ring.

The loyal fans seated along the entrance ramp area, make the bowing down motion as A.J. strolls pass them. Nearing the end of the exit ramp, A.J. lifts a fist into the air, pumping it a couple of times before darting towards the ring apron. Hopping onto the ring apron, A.J. wipes his boots on the mat, and turns to look at all of the fans in attendance, with a small smirk on his face he grabs the ring ropes and lunges himself over and into the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York. Weighing in at 190 pounds. He is "FGA'S Last Son", A.J. FAIRCHILD!

A.J. hops up and down in the ring, he then runs for the ropes, bounces and ricochets back into the center of the ring while performing his Dry Elbow Martini finishing maneuver to get warmed up and to put on a show for the fans. A.J. then parades around all four corners of the ring slapping his elbow and pumping up the crowd.

His music dying down, ad the light returning to normal, A.J. walks toward an empty corner and sits with his back propped up against the second rope, getting himself mentally prepared for his match.

Clement: Fairchild looks to be refocused and rededicated. He wants to badly become the FGA Champion again. But he has a long road to climb to get back to that top spot.

Grayson: And with Chris Q being the dominate champion that he is, he may never get back that chance. Fairchild has to be focused on the task at hand, which is beating his teacher tonight.

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Pariah moves Fairchild into the corner. As Pariah presses him up against the corner, the ref goes over and tells both men to break it up by the count of five.

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

Both men slowly make a clean break. Pariah steps back towards the center of the ring and waits for Fairchild. Fairchild slowly inches his way over towards Pariah before locking back up. After jockeying for position, Pariah moves Fairchild into the corner. At the last second, Fairchild changes his position and presses Pariah up against the corner. The ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly make a clean break. Fairchild heads towards the center of the ring and waits for Pariah. Pariah heads from out of the corner and circles the ring. He then calls for a test of strength, which Fairchild obliges. Fairchild slowly reaches up and locks one hand with Pariah's, then the other. Both men then bump chests. They grunt as each man jockeys for position. But Pariah gains the advantage as he slowly pushes Fairchild down. The only thing stopping Fairchild from fully being pressed up against the mat is his head But Fairchild comes back as he slowly bridges back up to a vertical base. He then hops up onto Pariah's thighs and delivers a modified monkey flip to cheers from the crowd. With their hands still locked together, they roll up to their feet.

Fairchild then reaches up with his leg, kicks one of his hands free and follows up with an arm wrench. The crowd cheers as Pariah winches in pain. Fairchild delivers another arm wrench... and another. The ref asks Pariah if he wants to give up. But Pariah refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, turns over onto his knees and sends Fairchild to the canvas with a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd boos. As Fairchild gets up, Pariah grabs him and delivers an arm wrench of his own. Fairchild rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wrench. But Pariah quickly counters right back with another arm wrench of his own. The crowd boos. Fairchild then runs into the corner, runs up to the top turnbuckle, dives off and throws Pariah down with a flying arm drag. The crowd cheers. Pariah gets up, but Fairchild throws him down with an overhead arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Pariah gets back up, but Fairchild throws him back down with another overhead arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Pariah gets up, Fairchild picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. He makes the cover.

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Pariah kicks out.

Clement: Pretty evenly contested match thus far. But Fairchild is starting to gain the advantage.

Grayson: Or so Pariah wants him to think.

Fairchild picks him up and delivers a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. But Pariah reaches back and nails him with an elbow to the face. He then quickly applies the cravate. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. But Fairchild refuses to quit. So Pariah cranks the neck, increasing the pressure. He then delivers a few knee strikes to the head before dropping Fairchild with a cravate swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Fairchild kicks out.

Pariah picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pariah throws a punch to the face. But Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he slides through Pariah's legs, grabs him by the ankle and yanks him down face-first to the canvas. The crowd cheers. As Pariah gets up on all fours, Fairchild grabs him by the arm and rolls him up with la magistral.

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Pariah kicks out.

As both men get up, Fairchild quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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Pariah kicks out.

As both men get up, Fairchild takes Pariah and whips him into the ropes. When Pariah comes back, Fairchild bends over to set up a back body drop. But Pariah counters by hooking his arms and delivering Welcome to Chicago, Motherfucker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Pariah just delivered that hard double underhook backbreaker. It only got the two count. But it's got Fairchild off his feet.

Grayson: It has. Pariah has to keep Fairchild off his feet. Is Fairchild stays up on his feet, he can run circles around Pariah. If Fairchild takes it to the air, he's got the advantage there. But on the mat, Pariah had got him and it's not even close.

Pariah takes Fairchild and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Fairchild and goes for an irish whip. But Fairchild reverses, sending Pariah into the opposite corner. Fairchild runs across the ring and connects with a corner dropkick. After Pariah falls out of the corner, Fairchild makes the cover.

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Pariah kicks out.

Fairchild picks up Pariah and goes for an irish whip. But Pariah reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he knocks Pariah down with a flying knee strike to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, runs over, hops onto the middle rope and flips back, connecting with a lionsault to cheers from the crowd.

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Pariah gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another nearfall from Fairchild. But Pariah is just able to get that shoulder up.

Grayson: I like the way he's attacking though. He has all the respect in the world for Pariah. But he wants to knock him the heck out tonight.

Fairchild picks up Pariah and whips him into the corner. Fairchild runs into the corner and connects with the Cheap Root Canal to the face. The crowd cheers. He then takes Pariah and whips him back into the previous corner. Fairchild runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow from Pariah. As Fairchild stumbles back, Pariah runs from out of the corner and turns him inside out with the Lariat O'Doom. He makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Fairchild nearly got his head taken off with that lariat. But he's able to get his shoulder up to avoid the three count.

Pariah picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he knocks down Pariah with a spinning back elbow. The crowd cheers. Pariah gets up, but Fairchild knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Pariah gets up, Fairchild goes for the Lion's Roar. But Pariah ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers a German Suplex. He rolls over, pulls Fairchild back up and delivers a second German. Pariah then rolls over, pulls him up and goes for a third German. But Fairchild backflips and lands on his feet to cheers from the crowd. Pariah goes for another lariat. But Fairchild ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Pariah comes back, Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini. But Pariah holds his forearms up in the shape of an X, blocking the move. He then nails Fairchild with a lunging headbutt.

Grayson: Ouch

Pariah quickly takes a dazed Fairchild, scoops him up across his shoulders and connects with the Go 2 Sleep.

Grayson: OH!

As Fairchild stands dazed, Pariah goes to knock him down with a Roaring Elbow.

Grayson: Ghost Bullet Theory!

But Fairchild ducks. When Pariah turns around, Fairchild kicks him, lifts him up and plants him with Child Abuse to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Sum Mo" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, A.J. FAIRCHILD!

After the match, Fairchild waits for Pariah to get up. After the two stare at each other, the two go over and shake hands.

Clement: The student defeats the master. A.J. Fairchild was able to best his mentor, John Pariah.

Grayson: It was a nice match. And a match that I'm sure Fairchild will always remember because of the sentimental value behind it. But he better have learned something tonight. It's going to take a lot for him to get back to that elite level.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts back to the locker room area where we find Michael Tomkins, wearing his ring attire and a black “Bad Attitude” t-shirt. The PWX Hybrid Title is held tightly over his right shoulder, and he has a mic held in his left hand.

Tomkins: All Star Showdown II. It’s finally here. This event doesn’t exactly hold good memories for me. Remember last year? That snake, Blaine Harrison, robbed me of my redemption. He used a steel chair on an already concussed former Champion and hit his finisher, the Metal Heart Suplex onto said chair.

There is an explosion of cheers throughout the arena, with a “We love Ben!” chant filling the crowd.

Tomkins: But tonight will be different. You see, the Master Tactician has set the wheels in motion. So far everything has gone to plan, with the exception of some very bad booking involving your hero, Michael Tomkins. That’s just a mere set back. Now the plan that is months in making has finally started to pay off. Cami has her shot at a little pay back and I admire her for her gusto. But things are playing into my hands.

Tomkins takes a moment to marvel at the Gold that he proudly carries. With a smirk, he looks back at the camera.

Tomkins: Bad Attitude, representing the PWX. That has to sting everybody’s eyes just a little. To see the first FGA Heavyweight Champion gunning for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Titles under a different banner. Adam Stryker and Michael Tomkins, the traitor. That’s rich. I hear The Usual Suspects and Chandler Scott and Dom Harter trying to call me up on these faults and I brush it off. So what? I am the foundation that this company was built upon. I rose to the top and gave the Championship value before anyone had even paid attention to us. Now people like Dom Harter and Chris Q and AJ Fairchild can say they held the Title that the great Michael Tomkins once held. A legacy that The Rogue started… But they don’t.

Tomkins shifts the Title from his shoulder to hold it in front of the camera, so the “PWX” logo is clearly visible.

Tomkins: No one here gives me the respect that I deserve. I was the first Champion. The history of this company is a marvel of my name. The first great undefeated streak. The winner of the Chase for the Crown tournament. The original bench mark. Before Blaine or Ben or whatever his name is began to disrespect me on twitter, he said I was the man. He said I was everything I said I was. Well I want to know what happened to this kind or praise. It wasn’t that long ago. I’m 22 years old and I am the same guy I was twelve months ago. I will prove it. I already have started to prove it. I won the ten man tag match. I won the Hybrid Title. Bad Attitude will be the PWX Tag Champions in a short number of weeks. We will win the FGA Titles at the end of August. And that is just the beginning. Despite Anton Chase causing me a setback I have already bounced back. Rising up the Power Rankings is one of the things I was once respected for. So whether it be Chris Q, Chris Bond, Dom Harter… Or Anton Chase…… When I get the idiots in charge to finally give me a shot at what is rightfully mine.

He flashes his trademark arrogant smile.

Tomkins: It takes three seconds.

He moves the Hybrid Title back over his shoulder.

Tomkins: Cami will find that out tonight. She’s walking to meet her fate and this match only has one outcome. Michael Tomkins is going to raise… the… bar.

With that he simply drops the mic and walks out of shot.

[FGA Office]

Michael Tomkins vs. Camellia D. Magna

“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.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at 145 pounds, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. 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: Camellia D. Magna was attacked by Tomkins. He sent his lackeys after her to do his dirty work for him. He even screwed her out of the Gold Rush Rumble. Tonight, this Southern Belle will be far from lady like.

Grayson: It was nothing personal. Tomkins just had to prove a point and Cami just so happened to be the perfect choice. She should be lucky to share the ring with a man like Tomkins.

"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.

Cruz: And his opponent, from London, England. Weighing in at 225 pounds. He is "The Rogue" MICHAEL TOMKINS!

He milks in the negative response, before heading down 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.

Grayson: And would you look at that? Tomkins was a man on his word. Timmy Brown is nowhere to be found. And neither is Dan Thorton.

Clement: Yeah, but Koolstorm are still lingering around the building somewhere. When have you known Michael Tomkins not to hide behind someone else? I'm sure he has something up his sleeve?

Grayson: I guess we'll find out, won't we?

The bell sounds as Tomkins saunters over towards Cami with a big grin on his face. He holds his arms out and taunts her, almost daring her to do something. After listening to Tomkins' crap, she's had enough. She cups the back of Tomkins' head with one hand and repeatedly nails him with stiff forearm strikes to the face. The crowd cheers as she continues to strike Tomkins across the ring. Now with Tomkins in the corner, Cami continues her barrage of forearms to the face. The crowd continues to cheer as Cami mudhole stomps Tomkins down into the corner. But she's not done yet as she decides to stop away at his face to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as the ref has to pull Cami off of Tomkins.

Grayson: There you go, ref. Hold her back. Tomkins clearly wasn't ready to start the match.

Clement: Oh give me a break.

As Tomkins pulls himself back up in the corner, Cami heads over towards him. But he reaches out and stops her with a kick to the midsection. After tossing her into the corner, Tomkins delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then grabs two handfuls of her hair and flings her towards the center of the ring. The crowd boos. Tomkins saunters over as Cami tries to pick herself up. But Tomkins nails her with another knee to the midsection, doubling her over. Tomkins then grabs her and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor.

After stepping out onto the apron, Tomkins measures Cami up as she slowly gets up on the outside. When Cami turns around, Tomkins runs along the apron and knocks her down with a diving clothesline. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Down goes Cami! Look at Tomkins. The man is in control.

Clement: You mean after the referee stopped him from getting the hell kicked out of him?

Grayson: ...yeah, that...

Tomkins picks her up and goes for a vertical suplex. But Cami blocks the move. So Tomkins tightens his grip before going for another vertical suplex. But again, Cami blocks the move. After delivering a punch to the ribs, Tomkins goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Cami blocks the move. Cami then counters with an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. She wrenches his arm again... and again. After hammerlocking Tomkins from behind, Cami shoves him shoulder-first into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Tomkins rolls back into the ring. Cami then slides back in. After she heads across the ring, she grabs Tomkins by the arm and continues to ring it. She wrings his arm and follows up with a clubbing shot across the arm. Cami wrings the arm and follows up with a European Uppercut to the arm. Cami wrings the arm and follows up with an elbow to the arm.

Clement: Look at Cami go! I didn't think she had that mean streak in her! She's going to town on his arm!

Cami then takes the arm and repeatedly tries to yank it from out of its socket, bringing Tomkins down to his knee in pain. The crowd cheers. She then delivers a falling arm wrench, sending Tomkins shoulder-first into the canvas. The crowd cheers. Tomkins gets up and stumbles into the corner. He can be seen clutching his arm in pain. As Cami approaches, Tomkins begs for a timeout. But she's having none of it.

Just as Cami is about to attack, the ref steps in to hold her back. The crowd boos as Tomkins taunts her behind the ref. After she moves past the ref, Tomkins steps halfway through the ropes, again forcing the ref to move Cami back to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Stop stalling, Tomkins and take your beating like a man.

Grayson: His shoulder is bothering him. Clearly he needs a medical timeout so a trainer can give him a massage.

Clement: You've got to be kidding me...

Once Tomkins steps back in, Cami heads over towards the corner. But again, the ref holds her back. Tomkins gets up right behind the ref and taunts her. Cami tries to reach over the ref's shoulders to punch Tomkins. But Tomkins moves out of the way. Once Cami moves the ref to the side, Tomkins nails her with a poke to the eyes. The crowd boos.

Clement: Oh that son of a... You're a real big man, Tomkins. A real big man.

Grayson: ... that's what she said?

Clement: Oh shut up!

Tomkins picks her up and throws her down with a scoop slam. He then heads over, picks her legs up, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the abdomen. The crowd boos. Tomkins picks her up by her hair, scoops her up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Tomkins picks her up and delivers a gutwrench suplex. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And again, Cami gets her shoulder up. As much as I know Tomkins wants this match to end, Cami isn't giving up just yet. If ever.

Tomkins picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Tomkins throws her down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as Tomkins steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he goes for a guillotine leg drop. But Cami moves out of the way, causing him to crash leg-first on the canvas. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: No!

Clement: Cami moved out of the way! Tomkins crashes and burns on the canvas! And this crowd is solidly behind Cami!

As both wrestlers get up, Cami nails him with a shoot kick to the leg, followed by a shoot kick to the arm. The crowd cheers. Cami nails him with another shoot kick to the leg, followed by a shoot kick to the arm. Cami goes for another kick. But Tomkins catches her foot to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cami counters with an enzuigiri that sends Tomkins flipping down to the canvas. She makes the cover.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Cami picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Tomkins goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks underneath, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin to cheers from the crowd.

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Tomkins gets his good shoulder up.

Grayson: Phew!

As both grapplers gets up, Cami jumps up and brings him down with a flying armbar. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Ah!

Clement: Armbar! She's got the armbar applied!

Cami tries to hyperextend the arm as Tomkins tries his best to stop her. He then rolls over, gets up to his feet, hoists Cami off the canvas and throws her down, breaking the hold to boos from the crowd. He then slowly picks up Cami. After sizing her up, Tomkins goes for a spinning backfist. But Cami ducks and counters with an inverted atomic drop. The crowd cheers. She then plants him with a DDT. She makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his good shoulder up.

Clement: Oh so close!

Cami then gets up and steps out onto the apron. She waits patiently for Tomkins to get up. When he does, she goes for the Snapdragon Fire. But Tomkins steps back and dropkicks her in mid air to boos from the crowd. As Cami gets up, Tomkins connects with a spinning backfist, followed by a roundhouse kick. As Cami is dazed, Tomkins turns her around and delivers Epica. The crowd boos. Tomkins picks her up, lifts her across his shoulders and plants her with the Finishing Touch to boos from the crowd.

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THREE!

"Getting Away with Murder" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Tomkins gets up to his feet with a smirk on his face. He gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

Clement: That dastardly Michael Tomkins picks up the win.

Grayson: That's no way to congratulate our first-ever FGA Champion on his win.

Clement: Cami deserved to get her revenge tonight.

Grayson: People think they deserve a lot of things. It doesn't make it true.