All-Star Showdown II

[FGA Office]

The camera pops to life, but we're not inside the Meadowlands Expo Center in Secaucus; we're out in the parking lot, roughly two hours before the doors are set to open. The words "EARLIER TONIGHT" flash across the screen, a handy bit of post-editing, as the camera turns, focusing on the cheering crowd waiting to get into All-Star Showdown II before finally settling on one of FGA's newest acquisitions, The Emerald Phoenix, Emily Corlen.

Emily Corlen: That's right, Frontierites...

She pauses for a moment.

Emily Corlen: ...Frontierians? Frontiersmen?

Another pause.

Emily Corlen: Let's start over. THAT'S RIGHT, PEOPLE! We are LIVE with E-Phoen TV, right here in Secaucus, New Jersey! Do NOT adjust your dials - what you're seeing is one hundred percent real and in living color. Emily Corlen, the Four-time World Heavyweight Champion, the Queen of Professional Wrestling, The Sensational She-Hulk herself, is RIGHT HERE in FGA! And I'm -

A small chuckle can be heard from behind the camera. Emily's expression immediately shifts from excited to irked.

Emily Corlen: Yes, Alison? Do you have something to add?

A small, mousey voice speaks up from behind the camera.

Alison James: As long as you're asking, what television have you seen manufactured in the last decade at LEAST that still has dials on it?

Emily Corlen: What? It's a -

Alison James: Also, way too many nicknames. You said yourself, the Queen of Professional Wrestling was you at your absolute vilest attitude wise, and that, as the worst of yourself, she wouldn't be making the trip to FGA with you.

Emily Corlen: I was just -

Alison James: Also, The Sensational She-Hulk? We get it, you like green and you're freaky strong. You don't need to be so on-the-nose with your monikers, unless your goal is to become your ex-boyfriend... and we all know the world doesn't need another one of him. Also, are you trying to get sued?

Emily Corlen: Okay, I get it. Stop talking!

Alison replies, her voice bubbly with excitement.

Alison James: You love me.

Emily Corlen: Yes, yes, you're a very tiny and adorable know-it-all. Do the world a favor, kiddo; don't ever change.

Emily walks over to the camera and reaches her hand over the device, petting Alison like a small puppy. She then steps back and into the frame, smiling as the crowd behind her continues cheering.

Emily Corlen: Where was I? Right, right. I'm going to go out on a limb here and suggest that the majority of the talent contracted to Frontier? They don't have the faintest clue who I am. And that's fine, really. Ignorance is bliss, and this way, they can still pretend that their world is safe from a woman they won't see coming until it's far, far too late.

Emily smirks playfully in the direction of the camera.

Emily Corlen: These people here behind me, though? The fans that paid their hard-earned money to show up here tonight and support FGA? They know exactly who I am and what I'm capable of. They've seen my domination first-hand; in the countless organizations I've competed for over the years.  I've stamped my signature on every single one, and FGA isn't going to be any different.

Alison adjusts the camera as Emily pauses.

Emily Corlen: Make no mistake; Frontier Grappling Arts is not my next conquest. I intend on it becoming the place I'm proud to call my home. It might not always be an easy road, nor would I want it to be - nothing worth doing is ever easy. I'll win some, I'll lose some, but when it's all said and done, my presence is going to irrevocably change this company - for the better. I'm not here to start a war. I'm not here to prove anything to anybody. I'm not here to make enemies, even though in this business, that's inevitable. I'm here to do one thing and one thing only... be the best damn wrestler this company has ever seen. One match at a time, one step at a time, until I reach the top of the mountain. That's not just a promise... it's a guaran-damn-tee.

Emily straightens up, taking a moment to adjust the FGA t-shirt tightly wrapped around her abundant curves, making sure enough cleavage is showing, before continuing.

Emily Corlen: My name is Emily Corlen... I am the Emerald Phoenix... and I have arrived in Frontier Grappling Arts. I don't expect any of you to take me seriously - yet - but in time...

Emily leans in closer to the camera, and at the right moment, the crowd behind her chimes in, repeating her catchphrase alongside her.

Emily Corlen: You will believe.

Emily winks toward the camera and the crowd in the parking lot cheers again before Emily takes a step back.

Emily Corlen: So, how was that?

Alison James: That was good! I liked it.

Emily Corlen: Alright, AJ. Get that thing edited for the show tonight so we can party! Hey, you! Guy in the yellow tank top! You got a cheeseburger with my name on it, right? Hell yeah, you do!

The crowd chatters excitedly around Emily as Alison reaches up and clicks the camera off, sending the shot to momentary static before cutting back to the action of FGA's All-Star Showdown II.

[FGA Office]

Dog Collar Match
Johnny Blayze vs. Alexia Brandt

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a DOG COLLAR MATCH!

(Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd)

Cruz: Both grapplers will have a dog collar attached to their necks. Connecting the two collars will be a steel chain. There are no count outs and no disqualification. The only way to win is by pinfall for submission!

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

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

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

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

Clement: This all started back at Only the Strong Survive when Johnny Blayze was eliminated from the Gold Rush Rumble by Brandt. Blayze then took it upon himself to blame her for his failures in the match. Brandt gave him the opportunity to accept her challenge. But he ducked at every turn. Now, he's got nowhere to run.

Grayson: Well isn't this just the sweetest thing you've ever seen. The Third Rate Threat fighting for truth, justice, revenge and women's rights. Rah rah rah! Give me a break! She's a good athlete. She can flip and spin and twirl with the best of this. But this match isn't about flips. It's about violence. Johnny Blayze threw a fireball at her. He nailed Xavier Daniels in the forehead with a metal spike. He attacked a partner of his during the 10-Man Tag Match. What in the hell does she think will happen tonight?

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

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

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

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

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before leaping up on to the turnbuckles in the nearby corner, raising his fists in the air once more. The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hoodie and throws it down to the floor below.

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

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

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

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

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

"HOT STUFFFFF" JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

Brandt impatiently waits in the corner as the ref places and secures the dog collar around her neck. But Blayze doesn't waste any time as he darts across the ring and attacks Brandt to boos from the crowd. The ref tells Blayze that he has to put the collar on him. But Blayze responds by shoving him down to the canvas.

Clement: That damn Johnny Blayze is at it again! He just cheap shotted Alexia Brandt!

Grayson: So?

Clement: SO!?

Grayson: It's a Dog Collar Match, not a match with Pride Rules. What did you expect?

Blayze continues his assault with a series of clubbing shots. He then grabs a hold of Brandt and slams her head against the top turnbuckle. After turning Brandt around, Blayze chokes her with both hands as the crowd boos.

Blayze takes Brandt and whips him into the opposite corner. Blayze then runs across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick. The crowd boos as Brandt crumbles from out of the corner. As Brandt tries to get back up to her feet, Blayze grabs a hold of the chain and jerks back, sending her down to the canvas to boos from the crowd. She tries to get back on all fours. But after a hard yank on the chain from Blayze, her faces meets the canvas. Blayze begins to taunt her as he whistles and jiggles the chain in his hands. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Brandt quickly grabs a hold of the chain. The two begin to struggle, trying to get the advantage of the chain. Brandt pulls more and more on the chain. But Blayze squats down, making it harder to get anymore of the chain. Blayze then yanks back on the chain, sending Brandt stumbling over and into a clothesline. The crowd boos. As Brandt gets up, Blayze grabs two handfuls of the chain, runs, tosses Brandt over the top rope and jerks back, sending her slamming against the ropes. The crowd boos Blayze chokes Brandt with the chain. A sadistic grin is plastered on his face. Brandt tries to free herself as she constantly kicks her legs in a state of panic. But its to no avail as she hangs hopelessly.

Clement: The ref needs to stop this thing now. This isn't fair!

Grayson: Oh really? So when I suggested Karma and Tomkins needed breaks, you scoffed. But now that Brandt is behing hung, oh NOW you want a break. Mmm hmm, I see how it is.

Clement: Blayze doesn't even have the damn collar on!

Grayson: Cry me a river, Kev.

Once Blayze has had enough, he lets go of the chain. Brandt falls to the outside. After taking the chain and tossing it over the top rope and to the outside, Blayze rolls to the outside. He picks up the collar, takes a look at it in his hands and secures it around his neck. He then gives the dog collar a nice tug before continuing his assault. He grabs Brandt from behind, runs and slams her head against the ring post. The crowd boos as Brandt stumbles to the floor. As she slowly gets up, Blayze can be seen grabbing more and more of the chain. When Brandt turns around, Blayze tugs hard on the chain, yanking Brandt right into the ring post to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Pow! I'm sure that hurt.

Brandt stumbles away from the ring post. But Blayze grips the chain tightly and yanks the chain, sending Brandt right into the ring post again. This time, she falls to the floor after her head smacks against the ring post. Blayze makes his way around the ring post and puts the boots to Brandt. After picking her up, Blayze slams her head onto the apron before rolling her back into the ring. Blayze rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Brandt gets her shoulder up.

Clement: I can't believe the sadistic human being that Blayze has turned into.

Grayson: Why are you shocked? You people made him this way. You, Gordon Jr, FGA, The Murder, the fans. You all did this to him and now, you get to see your precious Third Rate Threat get knicked and whipped and kicked all around the ring for it.

Blayze picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Brandt comes back, Blayze yanks her down, sending her crashing onto the canvas to boos from the crowd. As Brandt gets up on all fours, Blayze runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, knocking her over onto her back. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the building. As Brandt clutches her ribs in pain, Blayze grabs a hold of the chain and repeatedly whips Brandt across the midsection to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Woo-pish! Woo-pish! Woo-pish!

Clement: You're disgusting.

Grayson: Uh huh. And if the roles were reversed, you'd have lost your voice from cheering so loud.

Blayze picks up Brandt and whips her hard chest-first into the corner. As Brandt stumbles back, Blayze goes for a belly to back suplex. But Brandt rolls over his shoulder, lands on her feet, drapes the chain around his neck and falls down, pulling Blayze down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

Brandt picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Brandt whips him with the chain across the midsection, doubling him over. She then grips the chain and delivers a good whack across the back. The crowd cheers as Blayze drops to his knees and clutches his back in pain. Brandt then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Blayze down with a high knee to the back of the head. The crowd cheers as she turns him over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Brandt now starting to pick up some momentum after being jumped at the start of this match.

Grayson: Boo hoo.

Brandt picks up Blayze, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After wrapping her hand in part of the chain, she unleashes a series of knife-edge chops with the chained hand. The thuds from the chops echo throughout the building. A closeup of Blayze's chest reveals that its red with welts on it.

Grayson: Hmm, looks like the ground beef I bought from Whole Foods a couple of days ago.

As Blayze clutches his chest in pain, Brandt takes the chain wrapped hand and delivers a slap across the face with it to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: OH!

After unwrapping her hand, she then wraps part of her forearm with the chain. She then nails him with a forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. Brandt delivers another forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. She delivers yet another forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. Brandt then unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes. The crowd cheers as the strikes are thrown faster and faster and faster. Brandt stops, cocks her arm back and connects with a hard forearm strike to the jaw, sending Blayze slumping down in the corner to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Blayze now looks to be worse for wear. His chest is beet red, his clock as been cleaned, and his lip has been busted open. From that slap, the forearms or a combination of the two.

As Blayze is dazed in the corner, Brandt has walked back towards the center of the ring. She runs for, jumps up and delivers a rope-aided corner dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as she drags Blayze from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Blayze gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Look at that fight? Look at the fight that Blayze is showing. Brandt gives him all she had and he's still not done. What an athlete!

Brandt begins to wrap part of the chain around her elbow before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Brandt leaps up and takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd cheers as Brandt mounts herself on top of Blayze and strikes down with 12-to-6 elbows using the chain wrapped elbow. The crowd cheers as she busts Blayze's forearm open with one of the strikes. Brandt continues to strike away until her strikes get slower and slower. Eventually she stops after exerting so much energy. Brandt stands up over Blayze and unwraps the chain around her elbow. She then paces back and forth around the ring.

Clement: Brandt just unloaded all over Blayze with those elbows to the face!

Grayson: This is getting ugly, Kev. I'm starting to fear for the both of them.

Blayze slowly turns over towards the ropes. He begins to pull himself up using the ropes. Brandt then comes up from behind and whips him hard across the back with the chain. The crowd cheers as Blayze cringes in pain. Brandt grips the chain and whacks him across the back again. The crowd cheers as Blayze's knees almost buckle. The top rope that he's hanging onto is the only thing keeping him up. Brandt grips the chain tightly and goes to work across his back, whipping him again and again until Blayze collapses to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Brandt turns him over and makes the cover.

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Blayze reaches over and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

Brandt picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. She quickly grabs another part of the chain and holds it out. When Blayze comes back, she goes to cross check Blayze with the stretched out chain. But Blayze ducks. When Brandt turns around, he nails her with two shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a spinning enzuigiri. The crowd boos.

Clement: Did he just?

Grayson: He did! He nailed Brandt with her own move - the Triple Shot!

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TWO!
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Brandt gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Blayze picks her up and whips her hard chest-first into the corner. As Brandt stumbles back, Blayze yanks the chain. Brandt ends up stumbling right into a step up enzuigiri from behind. The crowd boos as Blayze turns her over and makes the cover.

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Brandt gets her shoulder up.

Grayson: If she knows what's good for her, she'll stay down.

Blayze picks her up, brings her into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Blayze climbs up onto the middle ropes, wraps his fists with part of the chain, and begins to rain down punches until Brandt's forehead has been busted open. The crowd boos.

Clement: Oh my! Now Blayze has drawn blood!

Grayson: Yeesh!

But the boos soon turn to cheers as Brandt reaches up and nails him with a low blow, sending Blayze falling slowly to the canvas and landing on his back. She then flips over with a jackknife pin.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Brandt picks up Blayze and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses, sending Brandt into the corner. Blayze rushes into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow to cheers from the crowd. As Blayze stumbles back, Brandt grabs him, runs up the turnbuckles and delivers the Shiranui to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What?

Clement: Shiranui! She just gave Blayze a taste of his own medicine and gave him one of his moves!

She makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

As Brandt picks up Blayze, Blayze rakes her across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then goes for an irish whip. But Brandt reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Brandt lifts him up for a spinebuster. But Blayze pulls down on the chain and counters into a DDT. The crowd boos.

Grayson: What a counter! How crafty is this man?

Blayze heads into the corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Blayze wraps some of the chain around his elbow to boos from the crowd. He leaps off, going for a flying elbow drop. But Brandt moves out of the way, causing Blayze to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Ah!

Clement: Blayze is in immense pain after missing that flying elbow!

Brandt rolls Blayze over, applies a camel clutch and wraps the chain around his neck to cheers from the crowd. She pulls back, trying to choke the life out of Blayze. The more and more pressure she uses, the more blood begin to stream down Blayze's face. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Blayze just flashes a sadistic smirk. Brandt continues to keep the hold applied. The ref asks Blayze if he wants to give up. But some mild chuckling can be heard from Blayze. Suddenly, Brandt lets go, sending Blayze down to the canvas. She looks up in shock. She sees the carnage she's caused, the blood on her hands and the marks that she's left on Blayze's body. A face that was full of rage is now riddled with confusion.

Grayson: What is she doing? Not that I'm complaining. But what the heck?

Clement: I think she's realized that she fell right into Blayze's trap. He pulled her down to his level. He sucked her into his game.

Brandt walks towards the ropes as she tries to collect herself. But as she's trying to get right, Blayze is trying to get back up to his feet. Once he does, the crowd boos. He carefully wraps some of the chain around his fist. Once its on there nice and tight, Blayze charges over towards Brandt. But Brandt turns and nails him with a perfectly timed 51% to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THREE!

"Fight Like a Girl" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALEXIA BRANDT!

Brandt slowly gets up to her feet. The ref raises her arm in the air to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a hard hitting bloody brawl that was. Man, I can't even.... I don't even know what to say. We had some nice matches before this. We've got some big matches to come. But this match right here? Wow. Just... man....

Grayson: I'll give Brandt her due. She proved beyond a shadow of a doubt how tough she is. She's not just tough for a girl. She's tough, period.

[FGA Office]

Pride Championship Match
(c) Chandler Scott vs. J.T. Cash

The lights strobe throughout the arena, as the first notes of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system, the crowd all move towards the guard rails as there standing at the top of the ramp having broken through the curtains is J.T.Cash. Dressed in his usual black track pants with Enigma written down the side of one leg, a dark zip up hoody covering his face he stands at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth from side to side. As the lights start to slow down in their strobing it settles on J.T.Cash looking to each corner of the arena nodding he pounds on his chest then points in to the air in his usual tribute. He walks towards the ring with a purpose holding out his hands to reach out to the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and taking his place in the ring. As the fans cheer his name he lifts off his hood and a smirk develops over his face, his arms outstretched welcoming the fans admiration.

Clement: J.T. Cash wants to give FGA what he feels is a deserving Pride Champion. He wants to uphold the values of that belt and treat it with respect. He used to be just like Chandler. He was smug. He was arrogant. He cared about nothing but himself. But he realized that there was more than just that. That he wasn't bigger than everything and everyone. He wants to give back and winning that belt would be a hell of a start.

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: After a rocky start to 2013, Chandler Scott has gotten back into the swing of things. It's as if that loss to Chris Q was a wake up call. Since then, he's been on fire. He's made headlines. He's won championships. The man is on quite the streak. But is tonight the night that streak ends? Is tonight the night that Chandler is humbled by J.T. Cash? We'll find out. Let's send it to the ring.....

Cruz: The following contest is for the Pride Championship. And it will be contested under Pride Rules. Introducing first, the challenger. From Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 235 pounds. He is "The Enigma" J..... T..... CASH!

The crowd cheers and applauds Cash.

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

Chandler raises his Pride Championship in the air as the crowd boos. After calling both men to the center of the ring, the ref goes over the Pride Rules. He gives both men the opportunity to shake hands. Not wanting to risk being docked a rope break, they two reluctantly shake hands. Chandler hands the belt off to the ref as the ref instructions both men back to their respective corners. After handing the belt off to the timekeeper, he asks both men if they're ready. When they say they are, he calls for the bell.

The bell sounds as both men head to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Chandler shoves Cash back. But Cash comes right back and locks backs up with him. After jockeying for position, Cash places him in a side headlock. He quickly performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Chandler then bends over and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd boos. Cash then bends down, turns and counters into an arm wrench to cheers from the crowd. He grips the arm and wrenches it again. Chandler quickly grabs Cash and counters with an arm wrench of his own to boos from the crowd. He takes the arm and wrenches it again. Cash then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and throws Chandler down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Cash throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Cash runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Madison helps up Chandler on the outside, Cash runs into the ropes. Chandler turns and sees Cash running towards him. So him and Madison scurry out of the way to avoid a dive. But Cash just swings between the top and middle ropes with a tiger feint.

Clement: Cash getting the upperhand on Chandler early on.

Grayson: Good for him. But you don't win on points. This match could go all three falls. There's still a lot of time left.

After cautiously climbing back up onto the apron, Chandler slowly steps back into the ring. He goes over towards Cash and motions for a collar and elbow tie up. But Chandler ducks the tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. Cash tries to pry Chandler's arms from around him, but it's to no avail. He then goes for an elbow to the face. But Chandler is able to move his head out of the way. He then hoists Cash up and tosses him down with a waistlock takeover. The crowd boos. As Cash gets up on all fours, Chandler hoists him up, turns and throws him back down with another waistlock takeover. The crowd boos as Chandler spins across Cash's back and then applies a front facelock. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But Cash refuses to quit. As Cash tries to battle his way back up to his feet, Chandler brings him down to the canvas with an alligator roll. The crowd boos. Cash tries to get back up to a vertical base. But again, Chandler brings him back down with an alligator roll. Cash then slowly gets back up to his feet. He uses his strength to move Chandler back into the corner. The ref goes over and gives Chandler until the count of five to break the hold.

Clement: Cash with one of his three rope breaks now used....

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

Chandler slowly lets go. Cash cautiously stands back up. But he ends up getting caught with a clap across the face to boos from the crowd. Cash retaliates by throwing a left hand. But Chandler ducks. When Cash turns around, Chandler lights up his chest with a series of chops. He then brings Cash from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a diving shoulderblock. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cash kicks out.

Chandler picks him up and places him in a side headlock. After three punches to the midsection, Cash shoves Chandler off of him and into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he runs over Cash with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos. Chandler then runs into the ropes as Cash kips back up to his feet. When Chandler comes back, Cash leap frogs over him, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash goes for a hip toss. But Chandler blocks it. So Cash nails him with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then drapes his leg across the back of Chandler's neck and performs a backflip. Once Cash lands on his fee, he quickly kicks Chandler in the midsection and goes for the Cash Drop. But Chandler shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Chandler goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Cash counters with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cash again getting the upperhand...

As Chandler gets up, Cash throws him down with an arm drag and quickly applies a kneeling armlock. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Cash shoots Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash goes for a clothesline. But Chandler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Cash picks up Chandler, grabs him from the side and delivers a russian leg sweep. He floats over and makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Cash picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Again, Chandler kicks out.

Grayson: I applaud Cash for his urgency. He wants the belt and wants it back. But he's got to do a lot better than this.

Cash picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Cash runs across the ring. But Chandler ducks the attack and dumps him over the top rope. Luckily for Cash, he lands safely on the apron. When Chandler turns around, he throws a right hand. But Cash ducks and counters with a kick to the face. The crowd cheers. As Chandler stumbles back, Cash goes for a springboard flying clothesline. But Chandler throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg.

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Cash kicks out.

Chandler picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he connects with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling Cash over. He then delivers a jumping double ax handle across the back, dropping Cash down to his knees. Chandler then picks up Cash, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. While Cash arches his back in pain, Chandler bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. Chandler makes the cover.

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Cash kicks out.

Clement: Chandler has been successful thus far as Pride Champion. He was able to defeat Bob Pooler and then Jason Cash. After Carruthers' win earlier tonight, he's lined up for a shot down the road.

Grayson: Let's not talk about Tons of Fun, okay?

Chandler picks up Cash, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Cash and goes for a vertical suplex. But Cash blocks it. So Chandler tries for another vertical suplex but again, Cash blocks it. Cash quickly counters into a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler almost found himself down one fall there.

As both men get up, Cash runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Chandler ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he knocks down Chandler with a flying forearm to cheers from the crowd. Cash gets up and runs into the ropes. As Chandler gets up, Cash knocks him back down with another flying forearm. The crowd cheers. Cash runs back into the ropes. When Chandler gets up, Cash knocks him down with a corkscrew flying forearm smash. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Cash kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for a powerbomb. But Chandler stands up, lifting Cash over his shoulders in the process and throws him down with a double leg slam. The crowd boos. He then picks up Cash and sets him up for the Valediction. But Cash counters with a double leg takedown. He then hooks his arms around Chandler's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler stumbles back, Cash spins him around, kicks him in the midsection and plants him with The Generation Gap to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Cash – 1
Scott – 0

Clement: And just like that, the champ is down 1-0. The pressure is all on...

Grayson: Yeah yeah yeah. I can do the math...

After the mandatory rest period, Cash goes over, kicks Chandler in the midsection and goes for the Cash Drop. But Chandler shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Chandler throws a clothesline. Cash ducks the moves and floats over across his back. Cash tries to bring him down with a crucifix pin. But Chandler counters with a Samoan Drop. The crowd boos as he turns and makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: How many times is he going to go for that Cash Drop? It hasn't worked yet and it won't work. Talk about telegraphing your offense, sheesh.

Chandler picks up Cash and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Chandler lifts him up in the air. He military presses Cash around the ring to boos from the crowd. He then drops Cash into his clutches and throws him down with a falling powerslam. The crowd boos a she hooks the leg.

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Cash gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Great display of power there by Chandler. But it only gets two.

Grayson: That's what Chandler needs to do. Forget going hold for hold with Cash. He needs to maul him. He needs to keep him down. Cash is faster and more agile. Why keep the man on his feet when you can ground and pound?

Chandler picks up Cash and whips him hard into the corner. As Cash stumbles out, Chandler throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up.

As Chandler picks up Cash, Cash swats his arm away and nails him with a series of knife-edge chops. But Chandler cuts the comeback short with a stiff forearm strike to the face. The crowd boos. He then grabs Cash and goes for a vertical suplex. But Cash blocks it. Cash then goes for a vertical of his own. But Chandler blocks it. Chandler then lifts Cash up, holds him in the air for 10 seconds, falls back and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Cash and whips him into the corner. Cash evades Chandler by running up the turnbuckles and backflipping off the top.

Grayson: What in the....

Once he lands on his feet, Cash runs into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he goes for some type of wheelbarrow move. But after Cash pushes himself up off the canvas, Chandler hooks his arms from behind and throws him down with a falling full nelson slam.

Grayson: What a counter!

The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cash gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chandler can be seen growing more and more frustrated.

Grayson: How did he get up?

Clement: Not a clue, but the fans are sure glad he did.

Chandler picks up Cash and goes for an irish whip. But Cash reverses, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash goes for the Cash Cut. But Chandler counters with a high knee lift. While Cash is dazed, Chandler connects with a discus Harvard Hammer to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cash – 1
Scott – 1

Grayson: All tied up now!

Clement: It's anybody's match. I thought Cash had Chandler on the ropes. But Chandler can hit that Harvard Hammer from seemingly anywhere. He can hit it on offense. He can used it as a counter. All he needed was an opening. And once he got it, it was pretty much academic from there.

Grayson: Come on, Chandler. Win, win, win.

After the mandatory rest period ends, Chandler marches across the ring and hammers away with a series of forearm strikes to the face. But Cash comes right back with a series of forearm strikes of his own. Chandler then nails Cash with a knife-edge chop. Cash responds with a shoot kick to the leg. Chandler comes back with another chop. Cash comes right back with another shoot kick to the leg. Before Chandler can even throw out his chop, Cash nails him with another shoot kick to the leg... and another... and another. Cash then lifts up Chandler and deliver a shinbreaker. After Chandler falls down to the canvas, Cash lifts up his leg, turns over and applies an STF to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. So Cash pulls back, inflicting more pain.

Clement: He's got the STF applied and Chandler has nowhere to go.

Madison can be seen slapping the canvas and shouting words of encouragement to Chandler. But Chandler is nowhere near the ropes. The ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But again, Chandler refuses to quit. So Cash pulls back, causing Chandler to groan in pain.

Clement: Chandler looks like he's struggling, Evan.

Grayson: He's not going to quit. He can't quit.

Chandler slowly pushes his upperbody off the canvas. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. So Chandler begins to scratch and pull... and scratch... and pull... and scratch... and pull his way over towards the ropes. Chandler reaches out, but he's just out of reach. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. Cash pulls back, causing Chandler to groan in pain. But he doesn't give up. He makes one final pull... and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Phew!

Clement: Both men now with two rope breaks left.

The ref gives Cash until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Cash reluctantly lets go. He picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Cash takes him down with a drop toe hold. He quickly tries to reapply the STF to cheers from the crowd. But Chandler is able to fight it off and wiggle his way free. He then rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cash leaps through the ropes and knocks Chandler down from behind with a suicide dive.

Clement: Down goes Chandler! He was able to escape another STF! But he couldn't escape that!

Cash picks up Chandler, slams his head against the apron and rolls him back into the ring. After Cash rolls himself back in, he picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Cash runs into the corner and connects with the Vegas Times Two. The crowd cheers as Chandler crumbles to the floor. Cash turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his arm up to boos from the crowd.

Cash picks up Chandler and goes for a running bulldog. But Chandler shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Chandler throws out the Harvard Hammer. But Cash ducks. When Chandler turns around, Cash kicks him in the midsection and sets up The Generation Gap. But Chandler frees himself with an arm wrench followed by a short-arm clothesline. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Great counter by Chandler.

Chandler picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, he goes for a flying forearm smash. Chandler ducks out of the way, causing the ref to inadvertently get hit. The crowd boos.

Clement: There referee is down!

Grayson: Now isn't that just a shame? Quick Chandler, use the chair! Use the belt! Use something!

As Cash goes over and checks on the ref, Chandler gets up to his feet. As Cash turns around, Chandler kicks him squarely between the legs to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Hello!

Clement: Blatantly low blow there by Chandler. He should be disqualified.

Grayson: Good. Go ahead, DQ him. So what, he loses the match 2-1. He keeps the belt because titles can't change hands on count outs or DQ!

After taking Cash to the mat with a double leg takedown, he slowly turns Cash into the Boston Crab. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Oh here we go! It's over. You put up a good fight, Cash. Just not good enough!

Cash can be heard groaning in pain as Chandler repeatedly pulls back.

Clement: Cash now writhing in pain as Chandler pulls back with the Boston Crab.

Chandler leans back even more, causing Cash to groan in pain. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Kevin Hardaway marches down to the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Grayson: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

Clement: It's Kevin Hardaway! Kevin Hardaway!

Grayson: But he said that Chandler wasn't a concern of his!

Clement: Well when you shove a man off a ladder, send him crashing through a table and deny him a chance to get back into pwF, plans change!

After sliding into the ring, Hardaway grips the chair, reaches back and wallops Chandler across the back of the head with the chair. The crowd cheers as Chandler falls off of Cash and lands face-first on the canvas. Hardaway then tosses the chair to the outside before leaving the ring and heading back up the aisle.

Grayson: No! NO NO NO NO NO! This is highway robbery! Quick, someone check on Chandler! DQ Cash! Do something!

Clement: Oh hush!

Grayson: You condone this?

Clement: Chandler broke the man's wrist after their match was over! He brought this all on himself!

Grayson: GAH!

Back in the ring, Chandler slowly gets up. He holds his head in pain as he tries to shake out the cobwebs. When he turns around, Cash kicks him and delivers the Cash Cut to cheers from the crowd. He then walks over to the ropes before stepping through them and climbing the turnbuckles.

Grayson: Madison, do something! Grab his leg! Grab his ankle! Flash him! Something!

Once Cash reaches the top, he leaps off and connects with the Cash Vault to cheers and applause from the crowd. The ref crawls over and makes the cover.

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"Enemy" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEW Pride Champion, J.T. Cash!

Cash gets up and is handed the Pride Championship. Cash clutches the belt before raising his newly won championship to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: This is highway robbery.

Clement: What did you say earlier? "Cry me a river?"

Grayson: GAH!

Clement: Congratulations to J.T. Cash, who I am sure will make a fine Pride Champion. And you know that Wayne Carruthers is in the back, just itching for their inevitable encounter.

Grayson: So he gets a Pride Championship match at some point? Plus he's in Dynamic Duos? I'd say he has his plate full. But this is Carruthers. His plate is always full!

[FGA Office]

* brief break as the cage is put up *

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Steel Cage Mayhem
The Murder vs. Pat Gordon Jr, Ryan Kidd & Kevin Hardaway

Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. And it is STEEL CAGE MAYHEM!

The crowd cheers.

Cruz: The match will start off with one man from both sides inside the fifteen foot high steel cage. Every five minutes, another man from each team will enter the ring. Eliminations can occur at any time. There are no disqualifications and no count outs. The only way to be eliminated is by pinfall or submission. The last remaining man or men standing will win.

Clement: This is what it's all come down to. All the injuries, the attacks, the screw jobs, the muggings. This is what it's all led to right here. Steel Cage Mayhem. I don't think any of these six men will ever be the same after leaving this match.

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

Cruz: Introducing first, representing The Murder. From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 183 pounds. He is the Head Crow of The Murder, MALCOLM DRAKE!

He recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake looks up slowly as the structure. He tugs away at the outside wall before walking up the steps and entering through the door. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair.

Clement: Earlier today, a coin toss was held to determine who could get the one man advantage. Judging by the fact that Malcolm Drake is out here first, The Murder clearly won that coin toss.

Grayson: And that is awful news for Team Patty Cake.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 242 pounds. He is the "Southie Scrapper", PAT GORODN, JR!

He does a lap around the ring, never taking his eyes off of Drake. He then runs up the steps and enters through the cage door.

The bell sounds as PGJr runs over and knocks down Drake with a Wicked Lariat to cheers from the crowd. Drake gets back up, but PGJr knocks him down with another Wicked Lariat. The crowd cheers. As Drake gets back up, PGJr grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, PGJr turns him inside out with another Wicked Lariat to cheers from the crowd. He then goes over, mounts himself on top of Drake and hammers away with rights in rapid succession.

Clement: Look at Pat go! Six months of hell has just been unleashed onto the Head Crow.

Grayson: All he has to do is survive for five minutes. Then it's either Dom or Bob. And then it will be easy pickings.

PGJr gets up, picks up Drake, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Drake around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Drake and whips him into the opposite corner. PGJr charges across the ring. But Drake greets him with an elbow to the face. As PGJr turns and stumbles away from the ropes, Drake comes from out of the corner, grabs him from behind and tosses him into the cage wall. The crowd boos as PGJr and bounces off the cage wall.

Drake picks up PGJr, runs and tosses him into the second cage wall. PGJr bounces off the wall and falls to the canvas. Drake picks up PGJr, runs and throws him into the third cage wall. The crowd boos as PGJr bounces off the cage wall and falls to the mat. Drake smirks as he's enjoying his destruction of PGJr. He picks up PGJr and runs towards the fourth cage wall. But PGJr puts on the brakes, turns and hip tosses Drake into the fourth cage wall to cheers from the crowd. Drake bounces off the wall and falls to the canvas. PGJr picks up Drake and repeatedly slams his head against the cage wall. After turning Drake around, PGJr unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. After a right hook to the body, Drake stumbles into the corner. PGJr goes into the corner, turns Drake around, climbs up onto the middle rope and bites on his forehead to cheers from the crowd. He then begins to punch Drake as the crowd counts along.

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

The crowd cheers as PGJr reaches down and gouges Drake's eyes.

Cruz: Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One...

[Buzzer]

Out from the back walks Dom Harter to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Here comes the former FGA Champion!

Clement: Dom Harter out here now. I would have expected Pooler to be next.

Grayson: No, I think The Murder knew that Pat was dumb enough to send himself out there first. So just in case Gordon gave them a bit more fight than expected, they'd send Harter out to put him down.

Back in the ring, PGJr takes Drake and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Drake stumbles out, PGJr brings him down with a back body drop. He then turns and faces the cage door as the ref opens it up. As Harter walks up the steps and enters through the door, PGJr darts over and hammers away with clubbing shots to the head and neck. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter switches position and presses PGJr against the corner. PGJr tries to free himself, but Harter is holding onto the middle ropes for dear life. While PGJr is stuck in the corner, Drake comes from out of nowhere and nails him in the face with a yakuza kick. The crowd boos.

Clement: And there's that two on one advantage at work.

After Harter lets go, the two crows mudhole stomp PGJr down into the corner. Drake then chokes PGJr as Harter stomps away at his chest. Drake then lets go, allowing Harter to choke him. The crowd boos as Drake walks over and taunts the crowd by repeatedly shaking the cage wall. Harter picks up PGJr and whips him into the opposite corner. Harter then runs across the ring and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest, sending PGJr crumbling from out of the corner. Drake then heads over, hooks both of PGJr's legs and leans back, catapulting him against the cage wall. The crowd boos as PGJr bounces off the cage wall and falls to the canvas. Harter goes over, picks up PGJr and slams his head against the cage wall. He begins to grate PGJr's forehead against the cage wall, busting his forehead open to boos from the crowd. Both crowd then bring PGJr back towards the center of the ring, only to run forward and toss him into the cage wall. The crowd boos as PGJr bounces off the wall and falls to the mat.

Clement: This is the worst thing that could happen. The heart and soul of this team, Pat Gordon Jr is being systematically taken apart.

Grayson: No, this is great. Pat gets to be put out of his misery first while his teammates have to dred over what's going to happen to them.

Drake bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a fist drop. He then picks up PGJr and nails him with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. Harter then runs over and knocks down PGJr with a high knee lift. Harter then picks up PGJr and scoops him up across his shoulder. He then tosses PGJr in the air. Drake catches him in mid air and delivers an Ace Cutter to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One...

[Buzzer]

Ryan Kidd runs down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And here comes Kidd...

As Kidd approaches ringside, the ref goes to open the door for him. But Drake and Harter quickly run over and pull back on the door. The crowd boos as they keep Kidd locked on the outside. The ref tries to pull back. But he's no match for The Murder's strength. So Kidd decides to climb up the cage wall to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: This isn't fair! They're keeping Kidd out of this match.

Grayson: No, it's smart. But I'll tell you what isn't - Kidd climbing that cage. What is he thinking?

Once Kidd is halfway up the wall, Drake and Harter go back over and attack PGJr. The two continue to put the boots to PGJr as Kidd is now up on the top of the cage. Drake turns, then does a double take. He gets Harter's attention and points to the top of the cage wall. As Harter turns around and looks up, Kidd leaps off the cage wall and takes Harter down with a flying cross body block. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: What a dive by Ryan Kidd!

Grayson: He is insane!

As both Harter and Kidd are down, Drake picks up PGJr. He throws a right hand. But PGJr blocks and counters with one of his own. Drake throws another right hand. But PGJr blocks and counters with one of his own. PGJr then rattles off a series of snapping jabs, followed by a right hook that knocks him down. The crowd cheers. Drake gets back up, but PGJr knocks him back down with another right hand. Drake gets up, but PGJr knocks him down with a discus punch to cheers from the crowd.

On the other side of the ring, Kidd brings Harter into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches Harter while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR...

Harter reaches up and nails Kidd with a low blow. The crowd boos as Kidd falls off the ropes and lands on the canvas. Back on the other side of the ring, PGJr unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Meanwhile, Harter picks up Kidd and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Kidd stumbles back, Harter grabs him from behind and delivers an inverted implant DDT. The crowd boos.

In the corner, PGJr chokes Drake to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter drops to his knees and low blows him from behind. Drake then nails him with a punch to the face that knocks him down. Harter then heads into the corner as Drake picks up PGJr. After Harter hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, Drake positions PGJr for a piledriver. Harter then jumps off and the two deliver a spike piledriver to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Someone may need to throw in the towel for these two.

Clement: No. These two men won't quit, especially to The Murder.

Grayson: Oh well, it's their problem...

As Kidd gets up, The Murder run over and deliver a series of clubbing shots to boos from the crowd. They then pick up Kidd and whip him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, The Murder throws him down with a big double back body drop. The crowd cheers as Kidd arches his back in pain. Harter then picks up Kidd, hooks his arms and plants him with Spin the Black Circle. The crowd boos.

Cruz: Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One...

[Buzzer]

Bob Pooler makes his way to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And here's that damn turncoat Bob Pooler. He should be in there fighting alongside Gordon.

Grayson: Don't you get it? He was never Pat's friend. He was always in The Murders back pocket the entire time!

Back in the ring, Drake picks up Kidd and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick to boos from the crowd. Pooler then gets in the ring. Harter picks up PGJr and whips him into the corner. Pooler runs across the ring and connects with a hangtime dropkick to boos from the crowd. Drake picks up Kidd and shoves him back into the corner. Pooler runs over and connects with another hangtime dropkick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Bob Pooler now getting his licks in. I bet he feels real good about himself.

Grayson: I'm sure he does.

Drake and Pooler take Kidd and place him between the ring ropes and the cage wall. Pooler presses Kidd up against the cage wall and chokes him as Drake runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Pooler lets go as Drake connects with another yakuza kick. The crowd boos as the trapped Kidd slumps down between the cage wall and the ropes. Harter then drags Kidd back into the ring. Pooler then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he delivers a jumping leg drop onto Kidd. The crowd boos. As Harter goes to pick up PGJr, PGJr nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But Drake knocks him down from behind with a double ax handle smash. Drake and Harter then pick up PGJr and and irish whip him over towards Pooler, who clocks him in the face with a Roaring Elbow. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Goodnight!

Pooler then heads into the corner and climbs up onto the middle ropes. Drake and Harter pick up Kidd and whip him over towards the corner. Pooler quickly leaps off and knocks him down with a diving European Uppercut. The crowd boos. Pooler then takes Kidd and rolls him over onto his stomach as Drake can be seen climbing the cage. Pooler grabs Kidd by the arms, lifts him up and then delivers a curb stomp to boos from the crowd. He turns Kidd over and makes the cover.

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PGJr dives over and shoves Pooler off of Kidd to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Pooler and Harter put the boots to him. Pooler then heads back over and makes the cover on Kidd.

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Cruz: Ryan Kidd has been eliminated!

Grayson: See you later, Kidd! Ha ha!

As Harter picks up PGJr, PGJr quickly grabs him and delivers a jawbreaker to cheers from the crowd. Pooler goes over for a clothesline. But PGJr ducks. When Pooler turns around, PGJr rattles off a series of jabs before dropping him with a right hand. The crowd cheers. Harter gets up, but PGJr knocks him down with a Wicked Lariat. The crowd cheers. Pooler gets back up, but PGJr knocks him down with a Wicked Lariat. The crowd cheers. As Pooler and Harter get back up, PGJr grabs them and slams their heads together with a double noggin knocker to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: The hell is he doing?

Clement: Fighting back! There's no way Gordon is going to lay down for these men.

Grayson: You may think him going out swinging is something cute. But he's hurting no one but himself.

While both Pooler and Harter are dazed, PGJr runs into the ropes. When PGJr comes back, Pooler nails him with Dr. Teeth to boos from the crowd. He then picks up PGJr, hooks his arms, lifts him up and throws him down with the Midnight:30. The crowd boos as Harter picks up PGJr and whips him hard chest-first into the ropes. As PGJr stumbles back, Harter nails him with a rabbit punch that doubles him over. He then hoists PGJr up and plants him with Goodnight To The World to boos from the crowd. After Pooler and Harter drag PGJr into position, Drake leaps from off the top of the cage wall and crashes on top of PGJr with the Mors Vincit.

Clement: Good GOD what an elbow drop!

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

The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cruz: Pat Gordon, Jr has been eliminated!

Clement: This is the worst case scenario. We know who is coming next. But there are three relatively fresh men still in that ring. And they aren't exactly the welcoming committee inside that cage.

Grayson: If I was Hardaway, I'd throw in the towel and live to fight another day. No sense in getting beat up because of Pat Gordon.

The three members of The Murder head into three different corner, climbs up onto the ropes and pose to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One...

[Buzzer]

Kevin Hardaway rushes down to the ring to an explosion of cheers.

As Hardaway rounds ringside, Pooler runs over and delivers a baseball slide, kicking the door right into Hardaway's face. The crowd boos as Hardaway goes down. Harter and Drake cheer him on from inside the cage as Pooler steps to the outside. He puts the boots to Hardaway to boos from the crowd. The ref on the outside tells him to get back into the ring. Pooler responds by grabbing him and slamming his head against the side of the cage wall.

Clement: Come on, Pooler! Was that even necessary?

Grayson: Of course it wasn't. But who cares!

Pooler then picks up Hardaway and whips him into the barricade. Hardaway can be seen arching his back in pain. After sizing Hardaway up, Pooler charges down ringside. But Hardaway counters the oncoming attack with a back body drop, sending Pooler flying into the crowd. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Ah!

Clement: That's one way to even the odds! Go Kevin, go!

Hardaway heads down ringside, walks up the steps and enters the ring. Both Harter and Drake circle Hardaway. Hardaway tries to keep his head on a swivel. But it's to no avail as The Murder swoops in, attacking him with clubbing shots to boos from the crowd. They then take Hardaway and whip him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, The Murder sets up for a double back body drop. But Hardaway stops and kicks Harter square in the face to cheers from the crowd. Drake stands up, but he gets a stiff forearm strike to the face for his troubles. Harter comes back, but he's met with a forearm strike to the face. Hardaway turns and nails Drake with a forearm strike to the face. He then takes Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Drake goes for a lariat. But Hardaway ducks, swings around Drake and goes for a German Suplex. But the crowd boos as Harter attacks with a double ax handle smash from behind.

Clement: And once again, The Murder uses their numbers advantage.

Grayson: And they shouldn't?

The Murder then takes Hardaway, runs and tosses him against the cage wall. The crowd boos as Hardaway bounces off the wall and falls to the canvas. Harter picks up Hardaway and whips him into the corner. He charges into the corner and goes for a yakuza kick. But Hardaway moves out of the way. While Harter's foot is stuck across the top rope, Hardaway kicks him between the legs to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And now that makes two men down!

Grayson: No, no, no! This was supposed to be a clean sweep!

As Harter falls down in pain, Drake leaps over and tackles Hardaway into the ropes. He then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to boos from the crowd. He takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Drake goes for a back body drop. But Hardaway slips down from behind. When Drake turns around, Hardaway nails him with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the midsection. He then connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over, Hardaway grabs him and whips him into the corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a Rolling Koppu Kick to cheers from the crowd. Back on the outside, Pooler can be seen climbing over the barricade and limping down ringside.

Grayson: Hardaway's trick only worked for so long. Now he's really going to get it!

Back in the ring, Hardaway takes Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Hardaway hoists him in the air. As Drake falls, Hardaway connects with a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. As Harter pulls himself up in the corner using the ropes, Hardaway runs up behind and connects with the KTFO~! to cheers from the crowd. He then goes back over to Drake, kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up and delivers The End of Heartache to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cruz: Malcolm Drake has been eliminated!

Grayson:What!? No!

Clement: Hardaway just narrowed The Murder down to two!

As Hardaway gets up, Pooler creeps back into the ring. As Pooler runs up behind him, Hardaway turns around. Pooler then leaps up and takes him down with the Equilibrium. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: That s.o.b....

Pooler picks up Hardaway and delivers a European Uppercut. Hardaway answers with one of his own. Pooler delivers another European Uppercut. Hardaway responds with one of his own. Pooler delivers yet another European Uppercut. Hardaway comes back with one of his own. Pooler then rakes Hardaway across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Pooler tackles him down with the High Velocity Hug. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hardaway got his shoulder up!

Grayson: How!?

Harter comes over and helps Pooler put the boots to Hardaway. The two then pick up Hardaway and whip him hard into the corner. As Hardaway stumbles out, The Murder delivers a double back body drop to boos from the crowd. Harter makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Pooler picks up Hardaway, only to plant him with a snap DDT. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Dammit, stay down Hardaway!

Clement: They can beat him. They can pummel him. But Kevin Hardaway is Unbreakable!

Grayson: Oh give me a break!

Harter picks up Hardaway and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Hardaway stumbles back, Harter holds him from behind to boos from the crowd. Pooler then sizes him up before delivering Dr. Teeth. But Hardaway ducks, causing Harter to accidental be superkicked to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: AH! No!

After checking on Harter, Pooler turns around into a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Pooler gets up, but Hardaway knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Pooler gets up, Hardaway delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a spinning backfist that knocks knocks Pooler down. The crowd cheers. Hardaway picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Hardaway turns him inside out with a Decap Lariat. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Pooler, lifts him up and delivers the Williams Driver to cheers from the crowd.

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Cruz: Bob Pooler has been eliminated!

Grayson: Dammit!

Clement: This crowd is on their feet! They're solidly behind Kevin Hardaway! It's now down to him and Harter!

Harter slowly gets up to his feet. He looks to his left, then looks to his right. His eyes widen with shock as he realizes what's behind him. Harter slowly turns around. But Hardaway is waiting with a right hand that knocks him down. Harter gets up, but Hardaway knocks him down with another punch to cheers from the crowd. As Harter gets up, Hardaway grabs him, runs and throws him into the cage wall. The crowd cheers as Harter bounces off the cage and falls to the canvas. Hardaway picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Hardaway scoops him up across his shoulder, runs forward and launches him head-first into the cage wall. The crowd cheers as Harter bounces off the cage wall and falls to the canvas. Hardaway makes the cover.

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Harter gets his arm up to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks up Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he turns Harter inside out with a Decap Lariat. The crowd cheers. He then sits Harter up before running into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he connects with a Bakatare Sliding Kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks up Harter and positions him for the William Driver. But Harter counters with a back body drop. The crowd boos. He then picks up Hardaway and plants him with a pulling piledriver. The crowd boos as Harter makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Harter picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Harter throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as he rolls across Hardaway and hooks the leg.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Harter picks up Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses and knocks him down with a Decap Lariat to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How is this man even standing? How is he still fighting?

Clement: He's fighting for everyone attacked by The Murder. He's fighting for Pat Gordon, Jr and Ryan Kidd. He's fighting for FGA!

As both men get up, Harter throws a right hand. But Hardaway blocks and counters with one of his own. Harter then throws another right hand. But Hardaway blocks and counters with a European Uppercut. The crowd cheers. Harter throws another punch. But Hardaway ducks and counters with a spinning backfist to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. Hardaway runs into the corner and connects with a running corner shining wizard to cheers from the crowd. He then hops down, grabs Harter and delivers a running bulldog from out of the corner. The crowd cheers. As Harter rolls over onto his back, Hardaway heads into the corner. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, he leaps off and goes for a diving double foot stomp. But Harter rolls out of the way. The momentum sends Hardaway rolling forward. After getting back up to his feet, Hardaway turns around. But Harter runs over and nails him with a kick below the belt to boos from the crowd. While Hardaway is doubled over, Harter lifts him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. He makes the cover.

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"Superunknown" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, representing The Murder, DOM HARTER!

As Harter lays on his back, the ref kneels down and raises his arm to boos and jeers from the crowd.

Grayson: Yes! Dom has done it, proving once again what a Tenacious Little Bastard he really is!

Clement: ...

Grayson: You've got nothing else to say, do you? It's over. Pat Gordon, Jr failed! Ryan Kidd failed! And Kevin Hardaway failed! They thought this was the end of The Murder. They hoped and prayed that this would be their final resting place. But in the end, The Murder soars through the air victorious!

[FGA Office]

* brief break as the cage is taken down *

[FGA Office]

STARTING JULY 6

[FGA Office]

August 31

[FGA Office]

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

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

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

Clement: Chris Bond's road to redemption has been an arduous one. His strengths, his morals, his conviction - they've all been tested. Yet here he is, once again within arm's length of capturing the FGA Championship. If Bond were several years younger, I'd believe that what happened at Only the Strong Survive would have been forgotten. No lessons would have been learned. But Bond is one of the longest tenured wrestlers in this company. Chris Bond has the career that everyone, including Chris Q, wishes they could have. And a veteran like him has no doubt learned from his last encounter. The question remains, will it be enough?

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

Clement: Chris Q has repeatedly disrespected Bond. He has dismissed Bond. He doesn't view him as a threat to is championship. He has belittled him. Chris Q seems to think that just because we won that belt back from Dom, everything is erased. But the fact is that he lost that belt. And he can damn sure lose it again.

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

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

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

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Lone Oak, Texas. Weighing in at 241 pounds. He is the reigning.... defending.... FGA Champion. Ladies and gentlemen............ The self-proclaimed Big Bad of FGA, CHRIS Q!

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

The bell sounds as Q and Bond slowly make their way to the center of the ring. Q yaps away, telling Bond that the title is staying with him, he can't win, etc. At some point, Bond has had enough and decks Q to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There you go, Bond. Shut him up!

Q gets back up and is met with a barrage of right hands from Bond. Bond then knees him in the midsection before grabbing him and tossing him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Bond rolls to the outside. He comes up behind Q and slams his head onto the apron. He then runs over and slams Q's head against the ring post. Bond then slams his head across the top of the barricade to cheers from the crowd. He then turns Q around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. The ref tries to tell both men to take the action back into the ring. But Bond isn't paying him no mind.

Clement: Bond taking it to Chris Q early and often.

Grayson: As he should. The FGA Championship is on the line. If he fails tonight, who knows when he'll get his next his shot at that belt.

Bond takes Q and whips him hard into the barricade. The crowd cheers as Q drops to his knees in pain. Bond makes his way across ringside, picks up Q and whips him hard into the other side of the barricade. The crowd cheers as Q crumbles to the floor. He can be seen arching his back in pain. Bond goes over and puts the boots tom him before picking him back up to his feet. Bond then nails Q with a headbutt, sending Q stumbling back into the barricade. Bond cracks him with a right hand, nearly knocking Q over the barricade and into the crowd. As Q tries to shake off the punch, Bond nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then switches places him Q, holds him up in the bearhug position and then rams him back-first into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Q groans in pain. Bond backs up, only to ram him back-first into the ring post again. He then drops Q. Bond goes over, reaches down and peels back the protective mat, exposing the concrete floor to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh boy...

Clement: Chris Bond is not messing around tonight!

Bond heads back over to pick up Q. But Q grabs him by the tights and pulls back, yanking Bond into the ring post. The crowd boos as Bond's head smacks against the ring post. After Bond falls to the floor, Q gets up and picks up Bond. He then shoves Bond into one of the corners of the connecting barricade. Q proceeds to mudhole stomp Bond down in the corner. He then chokes Bond to boos from the crowd as he pulls down across the top of the barricade. Q eventually lets go. The ref begs him to take the action back into the ring. An annoyed Q cocks his fist back, causing the ref to distance himself from him. He then turns his attention back to Bond, whom he scoops up and drops neck-first across the top of the barricade with a snake eyes. The crowd boos as Bond falls down and holds his throat in pain. He reaches down, grabs Bond by the ears and drags him onto the exposed concrete floor. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Here we go!

Clement: I don't like where this is headed.

Grayson: Of course you don't. FGA's favorite sob story is about to be dropped on his head onto the concrete floor.

Q turns and listens to some very vocal Bond fans in the front row. He kindly tells them to shut the fuck up. After shutting them up, Q sets up Bond for a piledriver onto the exposed concrete. But Bond counters with a back body drop, sending Q back-first onto the exposed concrete. The crowd cheers as Q arches his back in pain. Bond picks up Q and throws him down with a scoop slam onto the concrete. He reaches down, picks up Q and throws him down with another scoop slam. The crowd cheers as Bond picks him back up and delivers a snap suplex across the exposed concrete. Q can be heard groaning in pain. Bond picks him up, rolls him ringside the ring, slides back in himself and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks him up and whips him hard into the corner. Q cringes in pain as he drops to his knees. Bond heads over, pulls Q back up by his beard and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Q bounces off the turnbuckles and falls face-first to the canvas. He can be heard groaning in pain. Bond heads over, grabs two handfuls of hair, drags Q away from the ropes, turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Bond is really going to work on Q's back.

Grayson: He won't be able to lift Bond up for The Compactor with a hurt back, now will he? It's a smart strategy.

Bond picks up Q, lifts him up and throws him down with a front suplex. The crowd cheers as Bond circles Q. He delivers a stomp to the back of the left leg, followed by a stomp to the back of the left arm. He then delivers a stomp to the back of the right arm, followed by a stomp to the back of the right leg. Bond then delivers a jumping stomp to the back to cheers from the crowd, causing Q to grit his teeth. He pulls Q over and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Bond picks up Q and whips him into the corner. Bond runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face that sends him stumbling back. After shaking off the blow, Bond runs right back into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd boos as Q shoves Bond into the corner and goes to town. He unleashes a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. When Bond starts to cover up, Q unleashes a series of clubbing forearm shots to the sides of the head. As Bond slumps down in the corner, Q reaches down and pulls him right back up. He unleashes a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then reaches in and chokes Bond with his hand as the crowd boos. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q gladly breaks the hold.... only because he's going to choke Bond again; this time, with both hands. The crowd boos as Q tries to strangle Bond. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. He then takes Bond's left leg and drapes it across the middle rope. Q sizes it up before delivering a hard kick to the leg. The crowd boos as Bond grimaces. Q then sizes him up before delivering another kick to the leg. The crowd boos. Q then unleashes a series of knee strikes to the leg, causing Bond to cringe in pain. Q then unhooks the leg from around the ropes and drags Bond towards the center of the ring. He taunts Bond before throwing him down with a dragonscrew legwhip. Bond clutches his leg in pain as the crowd boos.

Clement: Before it was Chris Q who was writhing in pain. Now it's Bond whose had the tables turned on me.

Grayson: Yep. Chris Q doesn't want to just beat Bond. He's been there and done that. He wants to hurt Bond. Break Bond. Destroy Bond. He noticed that Bond's left knee is a little lonely. So he's trying to make sure that Bond ends up with a left knee brace to match the right one.

Clement: How thoughtful.

Q then reaches down and pulls Bond's left kneepad off. He holds it out and shakes it in front of Bond, taunting him before sending it flying to the outside. Q reaches down, holds up the leg and delivers several stomps to the back of the leg. He then delivers an elbow drop to the leg. Q gets back up, holds up the left leg and delivers another elbow drop to it. Q gets back up, holds up the left leg, places it between his legs and delivers a jumping knee drop. The crowd boos. Q picks up the left leg, holds it up and delivers a series of knee drops to the back of the leg. Bond can be seen groaning in pain. Q then hooks his arm around the leg before delivering a snap DDT, nearly yanking the leg from out of its hip socket. The crowd boos as Bond rolls from side to side in pain.

Clement: How much of this can Bond take?

Grayson: I'm sure he'll be alright. I'm sure that Chris Q will be nice enough to lend Bond some of his "medicine."

Q slowly gets up to his feet. He enjoys the sight of seeing Bond in agony. He sizes Bond up as Bond tries to desperately get up to his feet. Bond gets up on his right knee as he keeps his left leg stretched out. He then leans forward and holds himself up with his hands. He tries to slowly stand back up. But Q runs up from behind and kicks the left leg out from under him, knocking him down. The crowd boos.

Grayson: He just kicked his leg from out of his leg!

Bond slowly turns over. He slowly tries to get up to his feet. But Q sneaks up from behind and clips the back of the left leg, taking Bond back down to boos from the crowd. Q then taunts Bond as he stalks him. Bond, in a seated position, tries to push himself back into the corner. But Q reaches down and grabs him by the ankle. Bond tries to fight off Q by wildly kicking him. But Q fights it off as he drags Bond back towards the center of the ring. He then takes Bond's other leg, spreads his legs apart and delivers a jumping stomp to the groin. The crowd boos as Bond cringes in pain. He can be seen repeatedly hitting the canvas in pain as Q watches on. A smirk plastered on his face.

Clement: That sick bastard is enjoying every second of this.

Grayson: His belt is on the line. Bond is the competition. Why wouldn't he be enjoying this?

Q takes Bond's left leg and drags him over to the ropes. After draping his arm across the middle rope, Q stands over the leg. After climbing up onto the middle rope, Q jumps down and delivers a seated senton across the leg. The crowd boos as Bond groans in pain. Q stands back up on the middle rope, only to jump down and deliver another seated senton across the leg. Q holds up a finger as he laughs to himself.

Grayson: One more, big guy!

He climbs up onto the middle rope to deliver another seated senton. But Bond reaches up with his right leg and shoves Q, sending Q falling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Bond certainly bought himself some time there. But how much?

As Q shakes off the pain from the fall on the outside, Bond is desperately trying to claw his way towards the ropes. But just as he's about to grab them, Q gets in the ring, drags him away from the ropes and goes for a figure four. But Bond reaches up and surprises him with a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Both men try to get up. But Q is the quicker of the two and knocks Bond down with a high knee lift. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Q picks up Bond, lifts him up and delivers a shinbreaker, sending Bond to the canvas. Bond tries to crawl away towards the ropes. But again, Q drags him away. He then hooks both of Bond's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner. As Bond stumbles back, Q grabs him from behind and takes him down with the Cracker-Jack. The crowd boos as Q makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Again, Bond gets the shoulder up!

Grayson: He doesn't know when to quit, does he? A man his age shouldn't be taking this abuse. Think of your family, Bond and let it go. Don't be foolish. Don't try to be a hero. You saw where that got Pat Gordon Jr and the rest of the SuperFriends.

Q picks up Bond, only to plant him with a double arm DDT. He then gets up and goes for an elbow drop. But Bond moves out of the way. Q gets back up and goes for another elbow drop. But again, Bond moves out of the way. Q gets back up and goes for a jumping elbow drop. But Bond rolls out onto the apron to cheers from the crowd. As Q gets up, Bond pulls himself up using the ropes. He ducks an oncoming attack from Q and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then delivers a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Bond tries to pull Q down. Q swings his arms wildly, trying his hardest not to lose his balance. Once he regains his balance, he jumps up and goes for a fist drop. But Bond scoots out of the way as Q's fist connects with nothing but canvas. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Bond with another timely counter. But can he build off of it?

As Q shakes off the pain in his fist, Bond slowly gets back up to his feet. Q goes over and throws a right hand. But Bond blocks it and counters with one of his own. Q throws another right hand. But again, Bond blocks it and counters with one of his own. Before Q can even throw the right hand, Bond beats him to the punch with one of his own. Bond nails him with another punch... and another... and another to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Q delivers a kick to the left knee, sending Bond down to one knee to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Bond, holds him upside down and plants him with a jumping piledriver. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up. Annoyed, Q goes for the cover again.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Frustrated, Q sits up Bond, gets behind him and applies a bodyscissors to boos from the crowd. Q wraps his legs tight around Bond's midsection. The ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. So Q cinches in the hold, causing Bond to cringe in pain.

Grayson: You know what Bond is thinking right now? "Is this worth it? The pain? The humiliation? The damage that's being done to my body? Is the championship worth it?" Of course it's not, you idiot, you have no shot at winning!

Clement: Oh come on now! Stop it!

The ref again asks Bond if he wants to give up. But Bond refuses to quit. So Q throws a rabbit punch to the back of the head. The crowd boos. After a few, the ref asks Bond if he wants to give up. When Bond refuses to quit, Q throws another rabbit punch to boos from the crowd. He then reaches forward and fish hooks Bond's mouth. Bond screams in pain as Q tries to rip apart Bond's mouth. The crowd boos. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q lets go. He then delivers a slap upside the back of the head. After taunting Bond, Q delivers another slap upside the head. As Q continues to taunt him, Bond grows more and more irritated. Bond then reaches back and nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers as Bond nails him with another elbow... and another... and another... and another... and another. Once the hold is broken, Bond turns over, mounts himself on top of Q and hammers away with right hands to cheers from the crowd. The cheers turn to boos as Q rolls on top of Bond and rains down rights and lefts. But the boos turn back to cheers as Bond rolls on top of Q, grabs two handfuls of hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the canvas.

Clement: Chris Q appears to be dazed. Can Bond build some momentum off of this?

Grayson: Mmmmmmmm, nope!

While Q is dazed, Bond slowly gets up to his feet. He tries his best to gingerly walk off the pain in his leg. But as Bond tries to recover, Q already has. He gets up to his feet and goes over to attack Bond. But Bond nails him with a knife-edge chop, followed by a jab. He nails Q with another chop, followed by a jab. Bond gives him a third chop, followed by a jab. Bond follows up with a right hand that knocks him down to cheers from the crowd. Q gets back up, but Bond knocks him back down to cheers from the crowd. As Q gets up, Bond grabs a handful of his beard with his left hand and and unleashes a flurry of punches to the face with his right hand. The crowd cheers. Bond then takes Q and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. After reaching through the ropes, Bond grabs him, drags him into position across the middle rope and plants him with the Rejection. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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THRE-NO! Chris Q gets his shoulder up! The crowd sighs.

Clement: I thought that was it?

Grayson: Chris Q just got his shoulder up in time.

As Bond picks up Q, Q lifts him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The crowd boos as Bond falls to the canvas.

While Bond is still down, Q heads into the corner. He begins to climb the turnbuckles. But unbeknownst to him, Bond is up and heads into the corner. As Q climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, Bond nails him with a clubbing shot from behind. After Bond climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, he grabs Q...

Grayson: NO!

... and delivers an avalanche belly to back suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd. Bond lays on his back as Q bounces off the base of his neck and turns over onto his stomach.

Clement: Q is down! Chris Q is down! He may even be out! Can Bond make the cover!?

Bond turns over, pulls Q over and makes the cover.

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THRE-NO! Chris Q gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Bond rolls off of Q and covers his face in frustration.

Grayson: That was close. I thought he had him.

Clement: How did Chris Q get his shoulder up!?

Bond slowly gets back up to his feet. He can be seen waving Q up to his feet. Once Q finally gets up and turns around, Bond grabs him and delivers the End of Days. The crowd cheers.

Clement: There it is! End of Days! End of Days!

Grayson: GAH!

Clement: Bond just hit the End of Days!

After Q bounces off the canvas and rolls over onto his back, Bond lays in place. He tries to muster up the energy to roll over and make the cover. Bond then slowly sits up to cheers from the crowd. He slowly turns over to drape his arm across Q's chest. But almost on instinct, Q rolls over and rolls out to the floor to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: How about the ring awareness of Chris Q!?

As Bond pushes himself off the canvas and slowly gets up to his feet, Q pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes. As Bond approaches, Q nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Bond is doubled over, Q walks across the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. But as he reaches the top, Bond goes over and yanks Q by his ankle, forcing to Q slip down and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers.

Grayson: Ah!

Clement: I can hear Chris Q hitting those high notes now! He's stunned! Can Bond put this thing away!?

As Q cringes in pain, Bond climbs up to the middle ropes. He goes for a superplex, but Q blocks the move. So Bond tightens his grip and goes for another superplex but again, Q blocks the move. Bond then lets go and nails Q with a punch to the face. Q responds with one of his own. Bond nails him with another punch to the face. Q responds with one of his own. Both men continues to trade punches until Q reaches up and gouges his eyes to boos from the crowd. He then grabs Bond and repeatedly headbutts him. While Bond is dazed, Q lifts him up across his shoulder.

Clement: Oh no....

Grayson: Oh yes....

He then steps down and stands on the middle ropes as the crowd begins to buzz. Q then jumps off and plants Bond with The Compactor. The crowd boos as Bond is down and out. Q crawls over and makes the cover.

Grayson: It's over. Thanks for the effort, Bond...

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THRE-NO! Bond gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Q looks up at the ref as if he's just seen a ghost. He shakes his head in disbelief.

Clement: Bond got his shoulder up!

Grayson: WHAT!? ... NO! WAIT! HOW!? GAH!!!

Q quickly snaps out of it. He gets up, picks up Bond, scoops him up and plants him with a second Compactor. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" blasts over the PA to boos and jeers from the crowd.

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

After the match, the crowd boos as Chris Q can barely get up to his feet. He stumbles over into the ropes. The ref goes over and hands him the FGA Championship. Q smiles at the sight of his belt before slowly raising it in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Son of a.... damn!

Grayson: Say it. Give him his due.

Clement: .... He's done it again. Chris Q retains his championship!

Grayson: You thought that first streak was something? Wait until you seen this one. 20 straight, baby, 20 straight!

Clement: Ugh....

The crowd continues to boos as Chris Q staggers his way up the aisle and to the back. Back in the ring, the ref helps Chris Bond up to his feet. The fans stand and applaud Bond's effort. Bond looks around and almost wells up at the out pour of support. He takes his arm from around the ref's neck and raises it in the air to cheers from the crowd. Two more ref's head down to ringside as Bond slowly exits the ring underneath the bottom rope...

[FGA Office]

One year ago, they invaded...

The crowd immediately figure out who it is as they start to boo the hell out of this man. IT’S KEVIN HARDAWAY?! FROM PRO-WRESTLING FRONTIER?! After the spat on Twitter and the problems starting to brew, he has the gull and the nerve to show up unattended to a Frontier Grappling Arts show and just jump the barricade like that. He should be arrested for the actions he just did. He grabs a microphone however and grins at the crowd, soaking up the negative reaction he’s getting.

Kevin Hardaway: “How dare you treat somebody like me the way that you guys are right now?”

Somebody in the crowd tries to start a chant and succeeds with it. A rather…non-family friendly chant.

Crowd: “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap* “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap* “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap*

He just laughs it off, and turns his Baltimore Orioles hat in reverse. Obviously it means he’s here for business but what do we know…

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K-Hard: “That’s why we picked you. Hell, I thought you looked like a winner. We even talked for a bit in the back about how you were going to take us places. And then, I hear you signed with Frontier Grappling Arts. A company that I never even heard of. Which is weird because you run in the east coast, you’ve ran in my neck of the woods before (and will again in a couple weeks). I honestly thought that you were just dumb enough to sign with the wrong company because you saw FRONTIER and a lion.”

One year ago, they struck first...

K-Hard gets out of it though and gets on top now doing the same to Gordon’s skull, as he pushes K-Hard off and grabs his arm, perhaps locking him into the Pat Lock as the fans cheer with thunderous appraisal.

Wait…

Somebody slugs Gordon from the back with a title. IT’S THE GFC WORLD CHAMPION, GABRIEL GAMBINO!

One year ago, we struck back...

BUT HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! THE REST OF THE FRONTIER GRAPPLING ARTS ROSTER! They bumrush the ring as everybody from Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER hightail it and exit via the random door that Hardaway entered in to start this riot. Some of the FGA members try to chase after them, but PWF is running for their lives into a nearby van.

Another camera goes back into the ring, the fans chanting with all their heart.

Crowd:“F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A!”

Now it all begins... again ...














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