Hartford DVD Taping (7.6.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Hartford DVD Taping
Connecticut Convention Center [Ballroom B]
Hartford, CT

“Shook Ones Pt. 2” by Mobb Deep plays over the sound system of the Connecticut Convention Center. Emerging from the back is A.J. Fairchild. A.J. has a microphone in hand as he makes his way down the small entrance ramp. He is in his street clothes and the hood of his jacket is drawn up over his head. He briskly walks down the entrance aisle and makes his way into the ring.

Quickly getting down to business his music abruptly cuts off. A.J. then brings the microphone up to his lips to address the crowd.

A.J. Fairchild: “About two weeks ago I said that I was going to go out and make things happen. Even before that I said that I was going to beat John Pariah, let’s rewind even more. Weeks before that I said I was going to beat Malcom Drake, now let’s go back to the very beginning. I said that I was going to become the FGA Heavyweight Champion. Of all my claims, all my goals and aspirations I have always delivered! ”

The fans give a small collective of cheers and claps of approval as A.J. takes a second to let it all sink in.

A.J. Fairchild: “With those Harvard boys exodus from FGA, I am now the longest tenured wrestler in all of FGA. Tomkins was nowhere when I came to this company a year ago and shook it too its core. Everything has been a confirmation of what we all know. And that is that A.J. Fairchild is the best wrestler on FGA’s roster. I’ve done it all in FGA, I’ve had my wars, I’ve had my struggles, I’ve had my triumphs, but most importantly I had the title of being FGA’s heavyweight champion. However, whenever I think of my title run I get the taste of sour grapes. I got lazy and I let the hungrier man take away everything I’ve worked towards.”

A.J. pauses once again pacing around the ring his head hung and hidden by his hoodie. The fans give a small reaction of anticipation, waiting for A.J. to get down to the real reason why he was speaking to them.

A.J. Fairchild: “I won’t even lie… Chris Q…. you are one bad son of a bitch. You walked into this company and did what only you do best… You dominated. You beat me for the FGA Heavyweight championships and I respect you for that. However, did you really beat me? Because I think you beat a disillusioned and disinterested A.J. Fairchild. You didn’t beat the A.J. Fairchild that put this company on his back, you didn’t beat the A.J. Fairchild that for show after show outclassed and outworked the competition. Nah… you just faced my shell. I won’t make excuses, a loss is a loss. But let’s be honest. You face me now… You’d get your ass handed to you. You step into the ring with me now… You’d get embarrassed on DVD. You put that title up against me now… And it goes back home to New York with me… Becau-”

“Unleashed” blasts out of the speakers interrupting the former FGA Champion. As he stairs towards the entryway, the curtain is pulled back and out walks Bob Pooler. Sporting a Murder "Fly or Die" t-shirt and the rest of his street clothes he shakes his head while slowly walking to the edge of the ramp, microphone in hand.

Bob Pooler: "D'you smell that AJ? Smells like bullshit from where I'm standing. I mean, did I really just hear you utter the phrase, 'I won't make excuses' right after doing just that? Excuses seem to be all I heard from you a moment ago. Lets put you trying to take the easy way out ... again ... on the back burner for a minute so I can bring you back in time. Now, it wasn't too long ago that you were, in fact, the reigning FGA Heavyweight Champion; I can't argue with the facts there."

He says with a shrug of his shoulders. He begins pacing the top of the ramp, his head looking down at his shoes for a moment before stopping to address AJ once more.

Bob Pooler: "But just what was the state of this company at the time, eh? This place was a sinking ship and the roster was what you'd expect ... a bunch of Indy bottom feeders who couldn't have cut it anywhere else. You walking around out here, puffing out your chest as you reminisce on your accomplishments is pretty pathetic. Your title defenses weren't exactly stellar performances against the cream of the crop, eh? Sure you had the Harvard boys, but two of your defenses were against Ryan Kidd ... Ryan 'effing Kidd; need I remind you how he looked standing up against the Murder? You didn't face much in the way of stiff competition, not until Q came along, and then you nearly soiled your trunks. FGA is a different company now AJ, look around you; you've gone from being the best of the best, to the best of the worst."

A chorus of boos from the fans show their disagreement but Pooler, undeterred, carries on.

Bob Pooler: "So let me save you the trouble ... champ ... because as much as I'm sure you'd love an opportunity to flex your chops against the Big Bad, it just isn't going to happen. See, he's sitting on property that doesn't belong to him; it belongs to us. That Heavyweight title is being owned on borrowed time, he just didn't know it yet. So let me remedy the situation; I'm putting everyone in the locker room, and especially you AJ, on notice; Chris Q belongs to me. Nobody touches him until I take back what doesn't belong to him. After that, well the Murder doesn't care about our scraps ... once I leave him a shell of himself, then you can have your sad little revenge. Until then, why don't you do what you do best ... tuck your tail back between your legs and run along home."

"Unleashed" begins to play again as Pooler holds the microphone out at arms length, dropping it with a thud to the ramp. He points towards where AJ stands in the ring before smirking and shaking his head. Turning on his heels he steps back through the curtain.

[FGA Office]

Kevin Clement: Hello fans and welcome to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD presentation. I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as always is my colleague Evan Grayson. And we're coming to you from the Connecticut Convention Center here in Hartford, CT. We've got a lot of action for you tonight. But man did it start off with a bang.

Evan Grayson: It definitely did. A.J. Fairchild really has no business trying to weasel his way back into an FGA Championship Match. So what if he never got his rematch? He lost the belt what, three or four months ago? Get over it. Besides, he had his chance to get his shot back in the Gold Rush Rumble and he lost. And when it comes to Bob Pooler, well, I'd prefer not to get beaten within an inch of my life by The Murder. So I'm all for him getting whatever he wants.

Clement: Unbelievable. But you know that Chris Q's ear perked up when he heard these two calling him out.

Grayson: I'm sure they did. But they'll just be another body for him to run through. You saw what he did to A.J. up in Canada. And he's gotten his win back against Dom. He beat Malcolm Drake.

Clement: By DQ.

Grayson: WHATEVER. He beat Drake. There's just one more member of The Murder that he hasn't gotten his hands on yet. Besides, this will be a nice change of pace for him. Even a guy like him was tired of beating Chris Bond like a redheaded step child.

Clement: Speaking of Bond, rumors have been swirling around that we'll hear from him tonight.

Grayson: Oh, he's going to beg for one more match? Please!

Clement: Whatever is on my mind, I'm sure all these fans will give him their undivided attention. Speaking of attention, let's talk about the attention that Chandler Scott got earlier this week. He dropped a huge bombshell over in pwF when he decided not to return to FGA!

Grayson: He has his reasons. All of which are valid, might I add. Chandler was an upstanding man. He fought with bravery, courage and valor. He was and still is the True Pride of FGA.

Clement: More like he lost to J.T. Cash, so he took his ball and ran home.

Grayson: Yeah okay.

Clement: Fans, we have tons of action for you here on this DVD. The Dynamic Duos and Frontier Lions Cup Tournaments both kick off tonight. So let's not waist anymore time and send it to the ring, where Manny Cruz is ready to give the in-ring introductions...

[FGA Office]

First Round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament
Koolstorm vs. U.K. Dragons

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

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

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

Clement: Koolstorm looking to not only impress their boss Michael Tomkins here tonight. But they're also looking to soften up the competition, if not take them out entirely.

Grayson: This could not have worked out any better for Michael Tomkins. Both his team and Koolstorm are on opposite sides of the bracket. If Bad Attitude and Koolstorm make it to the finals, him and Adam Stryker are essentially guaranteed those Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Titles.

The opening notes to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" hit the speakers and Laurel Anne Hardy dances onstage, while Evangelista walks out beside her and places her hands on her hips as she surveys crowd. The GFC World Tag Team Championship belts are around their waists. After exchanging a couple of words in low tones, they jog down to the ring, high fiving fans.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 281 pounds. They are the current GFC World Tag Team Champions. They are the team of Evangelista and Laurel Ann Hardy... THE U.K. DRAGONS!

Evangelista slides under the bottom rope while Laurel leaps over her onto the apron and vaults over the top rope. They climb opposite turnbuckles and Evangelista poses with her title belt above her head while Hardy wheels her own around like dancing partner. They then moonsault down to standing positions in the centre of the ring and hand the belts to the ref. Laurel takes a theatrical bow while Leanne warms up.

Clement: I know we have this FRONTIER vs FGA II show coming up in a few weeks. But I must say, it is an honor seeing these two in an FGA ring. When you talk about the tag team of 2013, it pretty much has to start with The U.K. Dragons. They're the reigning GFC World Tag Team Champions. They won the WARPED Tag Team Championship. Seemingly wherever they go, tag gold is bound to follow.

The bell sounds as the Dragons are attacked by Koolstorm from behind to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And Koolstorm has wasted no time getting the jump on their opponents!

Firestorm takes Laurel and repeatedly slams her into the top turnbuckle while Kool delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to Evangelista. After looking back at each other and giving a knowing nod, they irish whip the Dragons towards the center of the ring, causing both Evangelista and Laurel to collide with each other to boos from the crowd. As both Dragons stumble back, Kool knocks Evangelista down with a clothesline from behind while Firestorm knocks down Laurel with a forearm. The crowd boos as Koolstorm poses to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Everyone says that these two are a bunch of idiots. But they look pretty smart to me right about now.

Clement: Oh yeah, I bet they feel real good about themselves because they attacked the competition before they were even ready.

After tossing Laurel through the ropes and to the outside, Koolstorm picks up Evangelista and whip her into the ropes. When she comes back, Koolstorm throws her down with a double overhead arm drag. The crowd boos as Firestorm makes the cover.

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Evangelista kicks out.

Firestorm brings her into the corner and slams her into into the top turnbuckle. He steps up onto the middle rope, reaches out and chokes Evangelista while he pulls back on the top rope. The crowd boos as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR.... FI--

Firestorm quickly hops down as he releases the hold. He steps back as the ref scolds him for not breaking the hold when he wanted him to. While the ref's back is turned, Kool takes the rope from the top turnbuckle pad and chokes Evangelista with it. The crowd boos.

Clement: What the heck is this!? That's blatant cheating.

Grayson: Duh, of course it is. The Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship is a long ways away. They have to do what they can to get to the finals.

Kool lets go right before the ref turns around. Firestorm then runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He brings Evangelista from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, Firestorm goes for a clothesline. Evangelista ducks and runs towards the ropes. When Firestorm turns around, Evangelista runs over and connects with a running forearm strike to the face. The crowd cheers. Firestorm gets up, but Evangelista runs over and knocks him down with another forearm strike to the face. The crowd cheers. As Firestorm gets back up, he runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Evangelista ducks. When Firestorm turns around, Evangelista takes him down with a roundhouse legsweep to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Kool gets in and goes for an elbow drop. But Evangelista moves out of the way, causing Kool to accidentally elbow drop his partner. The crowd cheers as Evangelista repins Firestorms.

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Kool drags Evangelista off of Firestorm to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Kool didn't get it right the first time, but he made the timely save the second go around.

Kool picks up Evangelista and whips her into the ropes. But Evangelista hooks her arms around the top rope, stopping her momentum. Kool then runs over towards her. But Evangelista counters with a drop toe hold onto the middle rope. While Kool is in position, Laurel gets in the ring and runs towards the ropes. When she comes back, she swings through the top & middle ropes and connects with a tiger feint kick to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: She can't do that! She's not even the legal woman!

Clement: Oh? So Kool can choke Evangelista with the rope but Laurel can't attack Kool?

Grayson: Yep, that about sums it up.

Back across the ring, Evangelista takes Firestorm and whips him into the corner. She runs across the ring, hops onto Firestorm and monkey flips him out of the corner. The crowd cheers. Evangelista then steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. When Firestorm gets up and turns around, Evangelista leaps off the top turnbuckle and delivers a diving crossbody block to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Firestorm rolls through it and hooks the leg.

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Evangelista gets her shoulder up.

Grayson: Koolstorm almost sneaked away with a victory there.

Clement: And what a shame that would have been.

Firestorm picks her up and whips her into the ropes. Laurel reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Evangelista comes back, she slides through Firestorm's legs. When Firestorm turns around, both Dragons run at him from opposite directions and connect with tandem spinning kicks to the head. The crowd cheers as Laurel makes the cover.

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Firestorm gets his shoulder up.

Laurel takes Firestorm and whips him into the corner. She runs across the ring and performs a cartwheel into a dropkick. The crowd cheers. After snapmaring Firestorm out of the corner, Laurel steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once Firestorm gets up and turns around, Laurel leaps off and goes for a flying tomahawk chop. But Firestorm catches her with a punch to the midsection on the way down, doubling her over to boos from the crowd. He then takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker before dragging her across the ring and tagging in Kool.

The crowd boos as Kool gets into the ring. He picks up Laurel, shoves her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He reaches over and tags Firestorm back in. Firestorm gets in and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Firestorm then reaches over and tags Kool back in. Kool gets in and delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then reaches over and tags Firestorm back in. Once Firestorm gets in, the two mudhole stomp Laurel down in the corner to boos from the crowd. Firestorm picks her up, brings her from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Laurel comes back, Firestorm scoops her up and falls back, delivering a Samoan Drop to boos from the crowd. He reaches back and hooks the leg.

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Laurel reverses with a grounded crucifix pin to cheers from the crowd.

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Firestorm gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Koolstorm, to their credit, was exhibiting some classic tag team tactics. But Firestorm's cocky cover nearly cost them.

Grayson: Relax, they know what they're doing.

Clement: It's Koolstorm. I highly doubt it.

After both wrestlers get up, Laurel grabs Firestorm and whips him into the ropes. Kool makes the blind tag. When Firestorm comes back, Laurel goes for a hurricanrana. But Firestorm counters with a powerbomb to boos from the crowd. Koolstorm then picks her up and delivers a double suplex to boos from the crowd. Kool makes the cover.

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Laurel gets her shoulder up.

Grayson: What a coo this would be for Koolstorm. With a win here tonight, they'll go from the laughingstock of FGA to credible contenders.

Clement: That very well could happen. But this match is far from over.

Kool picks up Laurel and whips her into the ropes. But Laurel springboards onto the middle rope, rebounds back and knocks him down with a back elbow to boos from the crowd. Laurel tries to get up and crawl over towards Evangelista, but Kool grabs her by the ankle and drags her away to boos from the crowd. When he turns Laurel over, she uses her free leg to repeatedly kick him in the face. The crowd cheers. Once the hold is broken, Laurel tries to scramble over and tag in Evangelista. But Kool scurries over, gets right in front of Laurel and places her in a front facelock to boos from the crowd. Both Dragons have their arms stretched out as far as they can. But they're just an inch or two too far apart. The crowd boos as Kool mocks Laurel. He brings her towards the center of the ring and keeps the front facelock applied. The ref asks Laurel if she wants to give up. But Laurel refuses to quit. She begins nailing Kool with punches to the ribs before lifting him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop to cheers from the crowd. She then turns Kool around, hooks his arms from behind and delivers a full nelson facebuster to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And down goes Kool! Can Laurel finally make the tag? She was just an inch or two away last time.

While both wrestlers are down, the crowd begins to rally behind the U.K. Dragons.

Crowd: Let's Go Dragons! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) Let's Go Dragons! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) Let's Go Dragons! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)

Both Kool and Laurel begin crawling towards their respective corners. Laurel is the first one over and tags in Evangelista to cheers from the crowd. Firestorm doesn't wait to be tagged in. He steps in and runs across the ring. Firestorm goes for a clothesline, but Evangelista ducks. When Firestorm turns around, Evangelista delivers a series of shoot kicks before knocking him down with a jumping enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Firestorm and takes him down with a Pinay Legsweep. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. But Firestorm isn't the legal man. Kool quickly delivers a kneeling double ax handle smash across the back to boos from the crowd.

Kool takes Evangelista, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. As Evangelista gets up, Kool runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for baseball slide. But Evangelista moves out of the way. Once Kool lands on his feet and turns to Evangelista, she knocks him down with a hard European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. She then climbs onto the apron and waits for Kool to get up. When Kool turns around, she springboards onto the middle rope. But this causes Kool to turn away. But when Kool turns around, he turns right into an attack from Laurel, who dives through Evangelista's legs and takes him down with a tope.

Grayson: What type of circus nonsense was that?

The crowd cheers. Once Laurel moves out of the way, Evangelista completes the Asai Moonsault to cheers from the crowd. Back in the ring, Firestorm runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Laurel slides into the ring and cuts him off with a spear to cheers from the crowd. Back on the outside, Evangelista takes Kool and rolls him back into the ring. As Laurel heads into the corner and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, Evangelista gets in the ring and picks up Kool. As Laurel backflips off, the U.K. Dragons deliver the Warped Frontier to cheers from the crowd. Evangelista makes the cover.

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"Candy Castle" blasts over the PA as the crowd erupts with cheers.

Cruz: Here are your winners, the U.K. DRAGONS!

The ref raises Laurel and Evangelista's arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The U.K. Dragons advance. And this crowd is showing these talent grapplers the utmost respect.

Grayson: I don't know what for. They should be booing them out of the building. if they keep this up, they could be walking out with OUR Tag Team Titles. Can you imagine that? A FRONTIER tandem holding not only our Tag Team Titles, but becoming the first team to do it?

[FGA Office]

[The show transitions into the backstage area of the venue where Justice Young and Wayne Carruthers are seen standing beside each other with Young, as calm as usual, dressed in his formal attire with a microphone in hand. Meanwhile, Carruthers is staring off into the distance in a trance, whose consciousness appears to be honed in on focusing for his match that occurs later on in the evening. Young smoothly raises the microphone up to his lips as he introduces himself and his guest to audience.]

Justice Young: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the man known as the "Wild Thing" and better yet, the man with a FGA Pride Championship match later on in tonight's main event, Wayne Carruthers... And Wayne, speaking of the FGA Pride Championship, what are your thoughts on this match in which many have only dreamed of receiving such an opportunity?"

[Carruthers, without even looking toward Young, does not say a word before opening his mouth as wide as possible while running a thumb and forefinger down the edges of his mouth. Agitated, Wayne slowly looks over to Young, who quietly removes the microphone away from the wrestler and back toward his mouth.]

Justice Young: "Well Wayne, I'm sure that you are as grateful for such an amazing opportunity in your career considering your remarkable start to begin with... But looking forward, it seems as though that this match alone has gotten you more attention than you might have wanted, including unwarranted threats and jokes being said to you and about you through Twitter. How do you keep yourself poised with all these distractions?"

[This time around, Young sternly waits for Carruthers to state an answer by swiftly placing the microphone beside Wayne's lips. In turn, Carruthers lets out a sigh and bites his lips together as it looks if he does not want to be bothered at all.]

Wayne Carruthers: "Technically, you're distracting me right now. Just saying... But honestly, the past fourteen days have been just like any other in the past. Whether it was in grade school or even training to become a pro wrestler, I've heard it all. I've had everything thrown my way including the kitchen sink and the bathroom shower. So all the name-calling and the teasing is nothing new to me... Now I understand that it's a bit different this time around. I have a title match in just less than four months after joining FGA. Then again, that's nothing new considering the man who I'm facing tonight join the company after I did, so I guess opportunities are being given through mass distribution... But I don't care. I don't care about that nor what people think of me. Though, it's funny that some people in this company are quick to judge and want to cast themselves as a wise figure but understand that I'm no damn Pocahontas and I don't need a goddamn tree telling me what to do!"

[Looking confused yet continuing to hold the microphone up to Wayne's lips, Young gestures that he did not mean to impose and cause any misunderstanding that might lead to Carruthers being upset.]

Wayne Carruthers: "Forget it... Look, I'm not having anything distract me while I build a career here in FGA. If people want to throw shots at me -- fine. If people want to be so quick into judging me -- go for it. But no words or jokes will change the fact that I have an opportunity to prove everyone wrong. And honestly, the feeling of shutting up all the naysayers and all the doubters is sweeter than anything else you can imagine... So J.T. Cash, I know you can see me and I know you can hear me. The only thing I can tell you is two words: be ready. You're going up against the "Wild Thing". You're going up against Pro Wrestling's Panda Bear. And even though we Panda's stick out like a sore thumb, we're unique. And you, J.T. Cash, will understand that just like the others before you who have befallen to me, you're going to understand I'm no cakewalk. So like I said, be ready. Be ready for an experience like no other and be ready see that title be raised by me at the end of the night..."

[Young stands still as Carruthers stares into the camera before turning away from Young and walking away. As Young subtly nods his head in the approval of Wayne's confidence, the show fades into the ensuing portion of the tapings.]

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Anton Chase vs. Sean Sands

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Qualifying Round Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Future” ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Anton Chase has always put on highly competitive performance. But a key miss here and there has cost him. Can he right those wrongs tonight and advance in this Frontier Lions Cup?

Grayson: Of course he will. Sands has got nothing on him. Heck, Sands is nothing without his partner.

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

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

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

Clement: Sean Sands put on a heck of a performance in that 4-Way Fray from All-Star Showdown II. But tonight, the playing field is even. He's not facing three other grapplers, just one.

Grayson: And that one is still better than him.

The bell sounds as both men lock up in the center of the ring. After a momentary struggle, Chase places Sands in a side headlock. But Sands quickly shoves Chase off of him and into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he knocks down Sands with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. After posing, he runs into the ropes. Sands scurries back up to his feet. When Chase comes back, Sands leap frogs over him. Chase continues to run into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Sands throws him down with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Chase gets back up, but Sands knocks him back down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Chase gets up, Sands goes to deliver another dropkick. But Chase sidesteps and swats him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: That's what he gets for going to the well too many times.

As Sands slowly gets back up, Chase grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Chase scoops him up across his back with a fireman's carry. But he quickly falls back and drops him down into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Chase makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Clement: I'm surprised he didn't get the wind knocked out of them there.

Chase picks him up and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. Then another for good measure. After bringing Sands into position, Chase lifts up Sands and throws him down across the top rope with a front suplex. The crowd boos as Sands hangs across the rope. After sizing Sands up, Chase runs over and connects with a hangtime dropkick to the side of the head, sending Sands flipping back into the ring. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Sands reaches up and grabs the top rope.

Chase picks up Sands and shoves him into the corner. After delivering a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, Chase takes Sands and whips him into the opposite corner. Chase runs across the ring and goes for a flying corner forearm. But Sands moves out of the way, causing Chase to connect with nothing but turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. As Chase stumbles back, Sands rolls him up with a schoolboy.

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Chase kicks out.

As Chase gets up, Sands grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he slides through Chase's legs. When Sands gets back up to his feet, Chase runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Sands ducks. When Chase turns around, he turns right into a pele kick to cheers from the crowd. Sands makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: What a beautiful display of athleticism there by Sean Sands.

Grayson: It doesn't matter how nice it looked. Did it get the job done? Did it get the three count?

Sands picks up Chase and whips him into the corner. Sands charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Chase and whips him into the opposite corner. Sands runs across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd boos. As Sands stumbles back, Chase runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Chase picks up Sands and goes for a vertical suplex. But Sands slips down from behind and shoves him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Sands goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Chase counters with a headscissors takeover. The crowd boos. As Sands gets up, Chase runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Grayson: I think Chase is about to take it to the air...

As Sands gets up on the outside, Chase runs into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Sands slides into the ring, springs up to his feet and goes for a clothesline. But Chase ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Sands goes for the Sands Kick. But Chase catches his foot to boos from the crowd. After taunting Sands, he spins him around. When Sands comes back, Chase goes for a clothesline. But Sands ducks, runs over and springboards onto the middle rope. When Chase turns around, he turns right into a Lip Buster to cheers from the crowd. Chase slowly turns and drops to his knees. After sizing him up, Sands blasts with him a buzzsaw kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Clement: I'm surprised Chase got his shoulder up. He's been repeatedly kicked in the face all night.

Sands picks up Chase and throws him down with a scoop slam. He walks across the ring as he points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. After stepping through the ropes, Sands begins to climb the turnbuckles. But as he's near the top, Chase has ran into the corner and up the turnbuckle. He quickly grabs Sands and throws him down with a flying arm drag to boos from the crowd. Chase goes over, picks up Sands and delivers a vertical suplex lift dropped into a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: That should have been three.

Chase picks up Sands and whips him into the corner. Chase runs across the ring, jumps and connects with a flying corner forearm to boos from the crowd. He brings Sands from out of the corner, scoop him up across his shoulder with a fireman's carry and throws him down with a neckbreaker across the knee. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And another near fall. But neither men is able to put the other away. You can tell how much they want this.

Grayson: Yeah, and this is only the qualifying round.

Chase picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Chase goes for a hip toss. But Sands blocks it. So Chase goes for another hip toss but again, Sands blocks it. Sands then punches Chase in the midsection, doubling him over. He then drapes his leg across the back of Chase's neck and delivers a Fameasser to cheers from the crowd. Sands then picks up Chase and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Chase stumbles back, Sands leaps up and delivers the Sand Attack to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"We Can Make The World Stop" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SEAN SANDS!

Sands gets up and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Sean Sands didn't have to worry about three other grapplers tonight. He only had to worry about one. And because of that, Sands walks out the winner.

Grayson: Yeah, yeah. But he has a long way to go to reach the finals.

[FGA Office]

The Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament continues on July 20 with two more First Round Matches!

TOP HALF
Bad Attitude vs. Heather Halliwell & Wayne Carruthers
The Usual Suspects vs. Super Mario Wrestling Bros.

[FGA Office]

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

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

[Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains with the ever-present Tiffany Lawrence Michaels appearing between them. Both men are dressed in street clothes tonight as they aren’t scheduled for action tonight. Chris Tryon is holding some sort of boxed package, and we can still see that his forehead is marked with stitches and a bandage.]

Clement: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m not really sure why the Suspects are out here. I don’t see them on our lineup…

Grayson: Looks like Chris Tryon is still sporting a battle wound from the Tenacious Little Bastard… You know, I think that had to be the first iPad headshot in this industry. Talk about groundbreaking…

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

Grayson: I don’t know about you, but I think she deserves a standing ovation!

Clement: Sit down and maintain some professionalism!

Grayson: Any time these eyes get to look upon the perfection that is Ms. Michaels, I’m a happy man!

[The three members of the Suspects are in the ring now, waiting for their music to cut. Jason Marx is holding a mic.]

Marx: So the Suspects technically have the night off. However we couldn’t just sit at home when a little event known as the Dynamic Duos Tag Team tournament was kicking off. We’re here to scout potential opponents. We know it’s not going to be an easy road. The tournament is stacked with great teams from top to bottom, and we ju---

[Tiffany hastily snatches the microphone from Marx like a child grabbing their favorite toy from their sibling.]

Tiffany: Blah blah blah! We’re not here to talk about some stupid tournament!

Clement: Marx doesn’t look too happy.

Tiffany: We’re here to address a scandal, right Chris?

[Tryon nods his head in agreement as Marx walks over to one of the corners, disgusted.]

Tiffany: You see, Frontier Grappling Arts has decided to respond to my hostile work environment claims against Justice Young.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Grayson: How disrespectful of these fans! This woman was assaulted by that pervert!!!

Clement: Careful!

Tiffany: *taking the boos the wrong way* I know! How classless of this organization to stand behind such a lecherous pervert! They’ve refused to fire this criminal!

Crowd: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[Realizing that the fans are cheering Justice, Tiffany begins a childish tantrum by stomping on the ring canvas.]

Crowd: WE WANT JUSTICE... WE WANT JUSTICE... WE WANT JUSTICE...

Tiffany: How dare you! How dare you cheer for this man!! I was physically assaulted by a disgusting sex offender!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tiffany: Typical… DISRESPECTFUL TRASH FROM HARTFORD!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tiffany: And you wonder why the Whalers packed up and left this hellhole for Carolina?!?!?!?!

Crowd: YOU’RE A WHORE…YOU’RE A WHORE…YOU’RE A WHORE…

Clement: These fans are really giving it to Ms. Michaels.

Tiffany: As I was saying… This company has refused to stand up for what’s right and have actually decided to defend this dishonorable pig. But don’t think that they have heard the end of me! As we speak, my wonderful cousin, and attorney, Joey Davis is working up a legal strategy that will put an end to this travesty!

[Tryon snatches the microphone away from Tiffany the same way she snatched it from Marx. Jason looks on somewhat amused.]

Tryon: Sorry Tiff, that’s not the scandal that I’m here to discuss tonight. The biggest scandal that’s happening right now is that we have unfortunately lost a great man; a man who personified everything that a young talented grappler, such as me, could look to for learning everything that this business has to offer. Chandler Scott has finally had enough of the unappreciative bullshit coming out of the front office, and who can blame him? As a result, not only have I been robbed of learning what “true pride” is, but you fans have been robbed of watching a great showman plying his craft in this ring.

Grayson: Is he allowed to even say this?

Tryon: As you all know, FGA is putting on a tournament to crown its first ever tag team champions. Tonight the Murder are facing mystery opponents. There’s been a lot of speculation from the locker room exactly who this mystery team is. I had hoped that I would be treated to the triumphant return of Chandler Scott and Preston Blake reuniting as The Harvard Connection. God knows, this tournament is in dire need of some class and talent. As a result of turning their back on the very man who built this company, Frontier Grappling Arts has become infected!

Clement: What exactly is he getting at?

Tryon: In an absolutely shameful act, FGA has dipped its manhood in the cold, unforgiving, and diseased vagina of PWX. Just when you thought that we had gotten rid of these self serving asses with the defeat of John Pariah at All-Star Showdown 2, the stubborn genital warts have returned. Instead of the Harvard Connection, we’re getting Michael Tomkins and Adam Stryker – Bad Attitude. Instead of the Harvard Connection, we’re getting the UK Dragons. Unfortunately, this “Incremental Degradation” doesn’t stop here. As if this weren’t bad enough, FGA has actually gotten so desperate as to start allowing singles competitors to start teaming up. Exactly in what world do Wayne Carruthers and Heather Halliwell belong together?

Look, I know that they’re both accomplished wrestlers but becoming a tag team is not a part time gig. It takes true dedication; something that Wayne Carruthers doesn’t have to offer Dynamic Duos as he’s focused on the Pride Championship. Dedication that Heather Halliwell doesn’t have to offer Dynamic Duos as she’s still suffering from the sexually degrading thought of Dom Harter slipping his fun-stick in another woman!

Grayson: I’m not sure this is a smart move on his part after getting his iPad cracked against his skull.

Tryon: *smirking* Ah yes… Dom Harter, don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you. Contrary to what most people might think, I’m not upset that you assaulted me backstage – albeit from behind, I might add.

Clement: What? Who’s he kidding?

Tryon: What I’m upset at is the travesty that my iPad went through. It’s a travesty because you destroyed a perfectly good product that some dirty little Chinese child tirelessly labored in a sweatshop to make so each and every one of these people could witness my greatness on Twitter.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Tryon holds up the box that he came to the ring with.]

Tryon: Well, never fear! Despite Harter’s effort to censor me, I have purchased my new iPad and my wisdom will once again spread across social media for the masses to consume!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tryon: I know – I know, it’s more exciting than finding out who the mystery tag team is tonight.

Grayson: YES!!! I can now look forward to looking through my Twitter feed again. Aren’t you following Tryon @fgasuspects?

Clement: You’ve got to be kidding me…

Tryon: Now that I’ve been able to give you people some good news in the middle of this current crisis; I’m afraid I saved the worst news for last. The most insulting entry into this tournament is our first round opponents; Super Mario Wrestling Brothers. Is this some sort of cruel joke? These are the handpicked opponents that FGA has assigned to The Usual Suspects? This is the appreciation that we get after effectively cleaning up the embarrassing shit-stain known as The Motto, keeping them from competing in Dynamic Duos? This is the best that Frontier Grappling Arts can do for us, after finally legitimizing the tag team division?

[Tryon pauses for a moment in disgust. He tries to collect himself so he can continue.]

Tryon: Oh yes, despite the continual lies that come out of Dom Harter’s mouth, this tournament wasn’t created because of The Murder. This tournament was created because FGA had finally signed a tag team that would be able to put on a great match with Chandler Scott and Preston Blake. Now, because this company was too stupid to cash in on an instant tag team classic – The Usual Suspects vs. The Harvard Connection, Marx and I have been reduced to wrestling two morons who think they’re inside of a 1985 video game cartridge!!!

(Just then, “Rockit” by Herbie Hancock plays over the arena's speakers as the Super Mario Wrestling Bros step through the curtain. Matt Powers is wearing a plain red shirt with blue jeans and brown boots while Landon Knights wears the same attire, except he's wearing a plain green shirt.)

Powers: Pardon our interruption. We hate to be so rude. But after a riveting tennis match in the parking lot, we decided to relax by taking a look at the backstage monitor. And after hearing you three go ON and ON and ON, we decided that we had enough.

(The crowd cheers as Tyron and Michaels can be seen irate.)

Knight: Chris, we certainly aren’t sorry for cutting you off. Any time you can be interrupted on the mic is always a good thing.

(The crowd cheers. Tryon gets on the middle rope and waves the Mario Bros down to the ring. But Marx grabs him from behind, brings him down and tries to calm him down.)

Knight: However, Ms. Michaels, we do feel sorry for you.

(Tiffany's ears perk up like a rabbit's)

Knight: To think that someone would lay a hair on someone as angelic as you, it's a crying shame.

The crowd begins to boos as Tiffany shakes her head in agreement. She mouths "that's right, that's right!")

Knight: I mean, just look at you, Tiffany. That lovely red hair.[/font]

(Tiffany begins to blush as she twirls her hair)

Powers: Your style is leaps and bounds better than everyone else's.

(Tiffany smiles as she walks around the ring, arms held out, to boos from the crowd.)

Knight: And who could forget that lovable, adorable face? It kind of reminds me of the Pug I once had.

(The crowd cheers as Tiffany tries to go after the Mario Bros, but Tryon holds her back. He then takes the mic from her and begins to speak.)

Tyron: You guys have quite the mouths on you. How about you come down to the ring right now so we can see if you can back up all that talk.

(Powers and Knight looks at each other and then nod.)

Powers: Okay. But first...

(The SMWB step through the curtains. The crowd chats amongst themselves as Tryon can be seen holding his arms out, wanting to know what's going on.)

Grayson: What are these two idiots doing now, eating their mushrooms to get big and strong?

(But he doesn't have to guess for long as the SMWB step through the curtain wearing blinking multicolored suits (think Jeff Jarrett in the 90s but with more colors) to cheers from the crowd.)

Clement: Nope, I think they just got the Starman Special.

Grayson: What in the hell...

The duo then runs down to the ring to cheers from the crowd. As soon as they slide in, The Suspects go to attack with clotheslines. Thankfully for the SMWB, they both duck. When The Suspects turn around, both Powers and Knight knock them down with dropkicks. Powers then picks up Marx and delivers the It's-A-Me-DT. Knight then takes Tryon and sends him into the corner. Knight charges across the ring and connects with the Tail Attack. The crowd cheers as the SMWB head towards the center of the ring and high five. But just then, the flicking lights on their white suits go out. They then slowly look back at each other. The words “oh crap” are mouthed by both of them as The Suspects come back over and knock them down with clothesline to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Those stars never did last long from what I remember.

Grayson: Don't play into their garbage. Get 'em, Suspects. Get 'em!

Marx picks up Powers, runs and flings him over the top rope and to the floor. As Tryon heads up top, Marx picks up Knight. Once Knight is lifted up onto Marx's shoulders, the Suspects deliver Mass Destruction to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Aw, looks like it's Game Over to these two goofs!

"F#$k Tha Police" plays as The Usual Suspect stand tall in the ring as the crowd boos.

[FGA Office]

A pre-taped video starts playing, and we see the face of "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen fill the screen. She smiles before beginning.

Emily Corlen: Hi, guys! How's everyone in Hartford doing tonight?

A pause.

Emily Corlen: I'm sure most of you have already heard by now, but for those of you who haven't... I'm sad to announce that I will not be appearing tonight for you, the wonderful FGA fans.

Another pause.

Emily Corlen: But, that's alright! I have a good friend of mine taking my place in Frontier, one of the hottest young high flyers in the business today, and a girl who has been waiting far too long for a big break that didn't involve her being stuck in her older sister's shadows. Tonight, you will see the return of a former TGW Volitionary Champion and a former RXW Tag Team Champion after almost a year away from the ring. Tonight, you will witness the return... of Alison James.

Emily grins.

Emily Corlen: I apologize to any of my fans that I may have let down by not appearing, but I promise you, Alison will more than perform well in my stead. I wouldn't have passed this opportunity on to her if she wasn't the best choice for the job, and I'm sure those of you who have followed her in the AoWF over the last two years know full well just what the youngest James sister is capable of. I hope you all strap in for a hell of a ride, because AJ is about to bring the shock... and awesome.

A wink to the fans.

Emily Corlen: Enjoy the rest of tonight's show, Hartford... and show Alison some love. She deserves it. And, if you're still not sold on her, don't worry. By the time she finishes with Fable Rowen, you will be.

A short, formal bow to the fans before the video feed cuts out.

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Fable Rowen vs. Alison James

SHE GOT THE MOVES, AND SHE GOT THE POWER
SHE KNOWS THE TRUTH AND SHE CALLS THE THUNDER

The sound of I Fight Dragon's "She's Got Sorcery" begins to play over the PA system while the fans fly into a frenzy. The lights turn to a shade of blue and purple, flickering and floating amongst the cheering crowd. There's a small cloud formation of smoke that appears in the stage, and the silhouette of a small woman appears through the center, the silhouette belonging to a smiling, bubbly Fable Rowen.

Cruz: Introducing first, now residing out of Louisville, Kentucky by way of Toronto, Ontari, Canada. Weighing in at 108 pounds.... FABLE ROWEN!

OH! SHE KNOWS SHE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME
OH! SHE'S SACRILEGE AND DESTINY
OH! IT'S MORE THAN WHAT THE EYE CAN SEE
SECRETLY, I KNOW SHE, SHE'S GOT SORCERY

After a few moments of posing for the crowd, the bubbly Fable makes her way down the ramp with an arm stretched out to the crowd. The blonde collects a few high fives from the fans, making sure that every hand within reach got a high five from the Toronto, Ontario native. The petite girl jogs up the steel stairs and walks along the apron, bending into the ring between the second and bottom rope. Standing in the center of the ring, she throws an arm out, pointing to the crowd and soaking in the ovation before she begins to stretch out her small, but very limber ligaments.

Clement: Fable Rowen is making her FGA in-ring debut her tonight. This young lady has a tremendous story. She's faced several hardships. She...

Grayson: BLAH BLAH BLAH. I don't want to hear sob stories. I want to see if this girl can wrestle.

Clement: Wrestle? Well if my sources are to believed, you'll be more than impressed with her in this ring tonight.

Grayson: Uh huh.

The opening to "Mandelbrot Set" by Jonathan Coulton hits the sound system and the fans start cheering. After a few moments, JC begins to sing and as he does, Alison James walks out onto the stage, carrying a clipboard and a yardstick. She moves to each side of the stage, grinning ear to ear while waving and pointing the yardstick at the fans, then returns to the middle of the stage before heading down the ramp.

Cruz: And her opponent, now residing out of New Haven, Connecticut by way of Panama City, Florida. Weighing in at 125 pounds... ALISON JAMES!

As Ali reaches the ring, she slides her items into the ring before sliding inside herself, shifting her weight to her hands before leaning forward into a flip, landing perfectly on her feet. The crowd cheers as Ali moves to the nearest corner and points at the fans again. She drops off the corner and picks up her clipboard and yardstick, handing them off to the referee as her theme fades.

Clement: Two weeks ago, Alison James was nothing more than the sidekick of Emily Corlen. Now, she's been thrust into this Qualifying Round Match as Corlen's replacement.

Grayson: Some may see this as an opportunity. But I don't see it that way. You never, EVER step in to fight somebody else's. Especially when the person dips out and volunteers you to fight in their place.

The bell sounds as both wrestlers lock up. Fable quickly places Alison in a side headlock. Alison tries to shove Fable off of her, but it's to no avail. After a forearm shot to the midsection, Alison tries to shove her off but again, it's to no avail. Fable then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. But Alison leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of her own. Fable tries to elbow Alison in the face, but Alison moves her head out of the way. Fable then tries to reverse the hold. But a quick jerk of the arm causes her to wince in pain. She's then finally able to counter with a jumping snapmare takeover to cheers from the crowd. Alison gets up and turns around, but she turns right into a clothesline from Fable to cheers from the crowd. Alison gets back up, but Fable knocks her right back down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Alison gets up, Fable goes for a third clothesline. But this time, Alison ducks, sending Fable into the ropes. When Fable comes back, Alison leap frogs over her. Fable continues to run into the ropes. When Fable comes back, Alison goes for a hip toss. But Fable steps through it and goes for a hip toss of her own. But Alison blocks it. Fable tries for another hip toss but again, Alison blocks it. Fable then decides “screw it” and knocks her down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Alison kicks out.

Fable takes Alison and whips her into the ropes. When Alison comes back, Fable goes for a back elbow to the face. But Alison ducks and runs into the ropes. When Alison comes back, Fable takes her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Alison kicks out.

Grayson: Hmm, she's not bad.

Clement: See?

Fable picks up Alison and snapmares her over. She quickly follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Alison kicks out.

Fable picks up Alison and whips her into the ropes. When Alison comes back, Fable bends over to set up a back body drop. Alison counters with a sunset flip. But Fable rolls through it and counters with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Alison gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Fable with another near fall. She's been all over Alison thus far in the early goings of this match. You'd think fighting a different opponent would throw her off her game. But it's done anything but.

Fable picks up Alison, brings her into the corner and delivers three shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then takes Alison and whips her into the opposite corner. Fable runs across the ring, but she runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Fable turns and hold her jaw in pain, Alison quickly slips through the ropes, springboards onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off and drives her down with a diving bulldog to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Fable kicks out.

Alison picks up Fable and nails her with a right hand to the face. Fable responds with a forearm strike. Alison comes back with another punch. Fable responds with another forearm strike. Alison then nails her with a knee to the midsection, doubling her over. She then brings Fable into the corner, hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Fable and goes for a Tornado DDT. But in mid rotation, Fable shoves Alison off of her. After Alison lands on her feet, Fable charges over and goes for another clothesline. But Alison ducks, grabs her from behind and brings her down with an Edge-O-Matic. She reaches forward and hooks the leg.

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Fable kicks out.

Clement: Now Alison is starting to build some momentum.

Grayson: This match is a huge opportunity for both grapplers. The finals is a long, LONG ways away. But just getting past the Qualifying Round is an achievement in and of itself.

Alison picks up Fable and whips her into the ropes. When Fable comes back, Alison knocks her down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. She then runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle ropes and goes for a lionsault. But Fable gets her knees up, causing Alison to crash down across them. The crowd cheers as Fable makes the cover.

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Alison gets her shoulder up.

Fable then picks up Alison, knees her in the midsection and then applies an Octopus Stretch with a chinlock. The crowd cheers as Alison can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But Alison refuses to quit. So Fable increases the pressure of the hold.

Clement: Alison James now with seemingly nowhere to go

Grayson: We're going to see how much heart she has right now.

The ref again asks Alison if she wants to give up. But Alison refuses to quit. So Fable lets go, spins her around and plants her with a scissored DDT. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Alison gets her shoulder up.

Alison picks up Fable and whips her into the ropes. When Alison comes back, she delivers the Axis of Rotation, taking her down to cheers from the crowd. Fable gets up, but Alison throws her down with an overhead arm drag. The crowd cheers. Fable gets back up, but Alison throws her down with another overhead arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Fable gets up, Alison grabs her and goes for an irish whip. But Fable reverses, sending her into the corner. Fable charges into the corner. But she runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. Alison then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Fable and delivers the Diamond Dust to cheers from the crowd. After dragging Fable into position, Alison springboards onto the top turnbuckle and flips off, connecting with the Jump Discontinuity to cheers from the crowd. As Fable clutches her midsection in pain, Alison steps over her, springboards back to the top turnbuckle and delivers the Mandelbrot Set to cheers from the crowd. She hooks the leg.

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THREE!

“Mandelbrot Set” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALISON JAMES!

Alison gets her arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: From Corlen's right hand woman to now an entrant into the Frontier Lions Cup. Now bad if I do say so myself.

Grayson: Not bad at all Both of these grapplers really showed something in their FGA debuts. Time will tell what's next for these two.

Clement: Well we know one thing. Alison James will be headed to Above & Beyond II to compete in the Frontier Lions Cup.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Suddenly the sounds of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system and the fans rise in unison cheering the name of the new Pride Champion, J.T.Cash. As the riffs continue the curtains are broken by none other than the man himself. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a fitted white shirt he saunters towards the ring with the Pride Championship draped over his shoulder. He reaches back out towards the fans slapping hands with each and every one of them before stepping between the ropes of the FGA ring. Standing there in the centre of the ring his music dies down but the chants continue, ‘J.T.Cash, J.T.Cash, J.T.Cash’ ring around the small hall

Clement: At All-Star Showdown II, J.T.Cash became the new Pride Champion in a hell of a match with Chandler Scott…

Grayson: Listen to these idiots, and it was a hell of a match but Scott was robbed!

Clement: Are you for real, are you forgetting a blatant low blow to try and win the match, he had it coming to him…

Grayson: You must be jo….great now the cheat is gonna talk.

J.T.Cash: For all those people that said it couldn’t be done, for all those people who said that I couldn’t get the job done, for all those people that picked Chandler Scott and if you’ve had the balls to buy this DVD Dad, for assholes like you that say that this sport isn’t worth it…

Cash raises the title off his shoulder and above his head

J.T.Cash: This says you’re wrong, not just this title but this moment… the moment that I get to spend with the people, my people, the very people that made sure I didn’t stay down when Chandler Scott had me beat. You, each and every single one of you are the reason I do what I do, you are the reason I jump from that turnbuckle and risk everything just to take my opponent down. Your chants, your cheers, the support you give me I can only repay you with moments like this…with moments like All Star Showdown. So now I am the new FGA Pride Champion, and damn proud I am of it, this company has reignited my love of professional wrestling, it has re-launched my career, it has given me the second chance that I wanted so badly… it’s not about the money, it’s not about the fame it’s about being the best… And this gold and leather strap says that J.T.Cash is right up there with the best of them and believe me I am not stopping now. Now you have a Pride Champion that will represent the people, you have a Pride Champion that will bust his ass morning, noon and night, you have a Pride Champion that lives to perform in front of you… and tonight… tonight will no different, tonight I am going to defend this little baby with everything I have got, Wayne Carruth….

“Getting Away with Murder” hits the speakers, interrupting the speech of the Pride Champion. The crowd look to the entrance ramp to see Michael Tomkins step out, wearing the PWX Hybrid Title over his shoulder. Tomkins is in his ring attire as his match is coming up next. Cash looks at Tomkins who casually walks out to the ring with a cocky smile plastered onto his face. The crowd boo loudly in response to seeing Michael Tomkins as he rolls under the bottom rope and ignores Cash, calling for a mic. As it is handed to him, Tomkins circles the ring, raising the PWX Hybrid Title to a louder chorus of boos.

Grayson: Why are these morons booing Michael Tomkins?

Clement: First of all he has the audacity to bring that Title into an FGA ring. Then he decides to represent another company in the FGA Dynamic Duos tournament!

Grayson: Tomkins is a Champion. He deserves respect.

Tomkins: Sorry, J.T., I heard someone say something about being the best?

J.T. Cash defiantly stares down Tomkins, not really knowing what to expect. Tomkins looks around, enjoying the negative response from the crowd.

Tomkins: As the first FGA Heavyweight Champion I think it goes without saying that one can’t have a conversation about the best wrestlers around without mentioning my name. Is that a fair comment?

Grayson: I think so!

Clement: Give me a break!

Tomkins: J.T. Cash you have come a long way and I applaud you for your efforts. You defeated Chandler Scott and while that doesn’t take much doing… It was still a good moment to watch. So I offer you a small amount of respect for your achievement. That achievement being getting rid of Chandler Scott and his ridiculous beliefs. The Title win… I couldn’t care less about that Championship or what it means to this company.

J.T. Cash points at the PWX Hybrid Title Tomkins is carrying and says something in response that the mic doesn’t pick up.

Tomkins: Oh this? The Hybrid Title? The real Title that represents a pure athlete in wrestling. This is the real deal, Cash. That thing you wear is nothing but a silver medal. However…

J.T.Cash: Have you actually got something to say or do you plan to bore these people to death?

Tomkins: I’m getting there…

J.T.Cash: How about I just leave you to it so you can blow some hot air at these good people and then make it up to them by putting on a good match against Jacques Mercier? Does that sound good to you?

J.T. Cash looks seriously at Tomkins who stares a hole back through him. J.T. Cash shakes his head and goes to exit the ring.

Tomkins: Hold up one second, Cash.

J.T. Cash’s shoulders drop in annoyance. He slowly turns around and motions to Tomkins to get on with it.

Tomkins: As you will have noticed, I have paid a lot of attention to Wimbledon recently. This might not seem relevant but I assure you I am going somewhere with this. You see… Wimbledon is a Grand Slam.

Grayson: I think I know where he might be going with this.

Clement: Sometimes I wonder about you.

Tomkins: That’s a nice phrase, isn’t it? But what does that have to do with wrestling? I am glad you asked, J.T.

J.T.Cash: I didn’t.

Tomkins: Like I said when I came out to the ring; I was the first ever FGA Heavyweight Champion. You also might have seen my name paired with Adam Stryker’s to represent Bad Attitude and the PWX in the Dynamic Duo’s tournament to crown the first ever Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions. The first…. That word seems somewhat synonymous with me, doesn’t it? First Heavyweight Champion who next week will come one step closer to being one half of the Tag Team Champions when Stryker and I defeat your opponent tonight and Heather. Do you see where I am going with this.

J.T.Cash: Yes.

Tomkins: No? Well allow me to explain. If I have a shot at the Pride Title as well, I will be the first ever FGA Triple Crown Champion and further cement my name into the history books of this company. The man that was cast off due to a concussion. The man that fought his way back from the brink of health back to the top of his game.

J.T.Cash: If you wanted a shot, why didn’t you just ask?

Tomkins: On the grounds that you are still the Champion at the end of the night… That would have made sense. However I am not so sure you will come off with a victory against Wayne so I figured I would grab a mic and say my bit so no one would mistake my intentions. I am going to get a shot at that Title whoever holds it.

J.T.Cash: O.k. Are you quite finished?

Tomkins: With you? Sure. I mean I don’t need to talk anymore. Now I underline my point by putting on one hell of a match against Jacques Mercier. But before you go…

J.T. Cash prepares himself, raising his hands in a guard position. Tomkins laughs this off before taking a step towards Cash and extending his hand. J.T. Cash gives him a weary look at apprehensively looks around the crowd.

Tomkins: It’s an earnest offer of respect.

J.T. Cash shoots him a weary look, trying to read any signs of intent in Tomkins face. After a few moments the two stand there, Tomkins still with his hand extended. J.T. Cash then wearily takes a hand of Tomkins hand and the two exchange a firm handshake to an almost silent response to a confused audience.

Clement: This is strange. Tomkins is surely about to hit him while his guard is down.

Grayson: You act like he is some sort of monster.

The two Champions release the shake and Tomkins walks over to the ropes and sits on the second rope to create an opening for J.T. Cash. Cash looks at him in disbelief before heading over to the ropes and exiting the ring. Tomkins watches Cash walk up the entrance ramp before he walks to the other side of the ring and raises his PWX Hybrid Title to boos from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

The crowd is hyped up as we are coming back from intermission the crowd is ready for the action to resume as suddenly the music of Jason Richards hits and the crowd begins to go wild. He appears from behind the curtain in street clothes he begins making his way to the ring as he holds out his hands the fans begin to slap it one after another. He grabs the microphone from Manny Cruz they hit fists as he jumps up on to the apron and steps through the ropes. He motions for the sound guy to cut the music as he makes a slash motion across his throat. He waits a few seconds before lifting the microphone to his mouth and speaking to the live crowd.

Jason Richards: “I hope everyone is having a great time tonight and enjoying the great action that only Frontier Grappling Arts can bring you. I am not here to build us up though you all know how great we are or you would not spend your hard earned money here. I am here to talk about something that is going to shoot me straight to the top that being the Frontier Lions Cup. I have been notified that my journey starts on July 20th. Chath you have been chosen as the first man in my path to the top. I am not here to talk about you I will do that in due time. I am here to make it known to all the men and women in the back this simple promise. You are looking at the future Frontier Grappling Arts World Champion. Chris Q I will be back there in a few seconds so if you have a problem with what I just said let’s settle it then. To the rest of the men in the tournament there is only one style that is strong style and the hunt is on.”

The fans pop loudly with some beginning to chant next world champ, next world champ, next world champ he steps out on to the apron and jumps down off on to the floor. He hands the microphone back to Manny Cruz he begins making his way to the back. He once again holds out his hands as the fans in the crowd slap it one after another he pulls the curtain to the side walking back through.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Michael Tomkins vs. Jacques Mercier

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

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

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

Clement: Michael Tomkins had a lot of nerve coming out here earlier and interrupting J.T. Cash.

Grayson: But he's the first-ever FGA Champion. That basically gives him carte blanche to do whatever he wants.

Clement: How in the world do you even figure that?

The lights cut to black as “No Church in the Wild” by Jay-Z and Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean begins to play. The lights begin to flash and at the 24 second mark, Jacques Mercier comes out with a huge grin on his face. He stops at the top of the stage, soaking in the atmosphere, before nodding his head and walking towards the ring.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Boston, Massachusetts by way of Atlanta, Gerogia. Weighing in at 230 pounds. He is “Black Magic” JACQUES MERCIER!

He doesn’t bother using the stairs, preferring to just slide into the ring. He walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it to another ovation before climbing down and waiting for his opponent.

Clement: For one night only, Jacques Mercier makes his return to an FGA ring to face a man that he is certainly no stranger to, Michael Tomkins. Despite this being his last time in an FGA ring, can he go out on a high note? Can he go out defeating the man that has bested him in the past?

The bell sounds as both men slowly walk towards the center of the ring. They don't utter a single word. All of the insults have already been said. They just stare at each other with contempt. Tomkins is the first to break the staredown as he motions to turn away. But he quickly comes back and tries to sucker punch Jacques. But Jacques knows it coming. So he blocks it and counters with a right hand of his own. Tomkins throws another punch. But again, Jacues blocks it and counters with a punch of his own. He then nails Tomkins with a left jab, followed by a right. He then delivers an uppercut with his left before stepping back and delivering a pendulum side kick to the chest, knocking Tomkins down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Tomkins gets knocked off his feet!

Grayson: It means nothing.

Tomkins quickly rolls to the outside to take a breather. But Jacques won't let up, so he quickly baseball slides to the outside to cheers from the crowd. The crowd continues to cheer as Jacques chases Tomkins around the ring. After completing one lap, Tomkins slides into the ring. Jacques then rolls in. But he rolls right into a series of stomps from Tomkins. The crowd boos. The crowd continues to boo as Tomkins mounts himself on top of Jacques and hammers away with rights and lefts.

Grayson: What a perfect strategy by Tomkins. Lure your opponent to the outside, make him chase you, and then attack him as soon as he gets back in the ring.

He then picks up Jacques and shoves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. Tomkins quickly turns his attention to some vocal fans in the front row. After yelling back at them, he turns his attention back to Jacques. But it's too late. Jacques grabs Tomkins, tosses him into the corner and unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the body to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Tomkins and whips him into the opposite corner. Jacques charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then brings Tomkins from out of the corner, lifts him up and drops him with a Vertical Shotgun Stunner. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Clement: Jacques would love to go out on a high note. But he's love even more to finally put Tomkins in his place.

Grayson: Well he can snap out of that dream because neither are happening.

Jacques picks up Tomkins and nails him with a right hand, sending him stumbling over towards the ropes. As Jacques approaches, Tomkins throws out a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos. He then switches positions, presses Jacques up against the ropes and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then whips Jacques into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Tomkins knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. The crowd boos as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Jacques kicks out.

Tomkins brings Jacques back up to his feet and delivers an arm wrench. Jacques tightens his grip around the wrist and delivers another arm wrench. The crowd boos as Jacques can be seen seething in pain. Tomkins then quickly yanks hard on the arm before delivering another arm wrench. But Jacques quickly reaches over and counters with an arm wrench of his own. The crowd cheers. But Tomkins rolls over, gets up to his feet, grabs Jacques, counters with another arm wringer and follows up with a hook kick that knocks him down. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Jacques kicks out.

Clement: I'll applaud Tomkins for being proactive in his return to the states and FGA. But I have to question if he's getting himself involved in too many things. He's challenging Cash, he's entering Dynamic Duos, he's trying to settle this grudge with Jacques....

Grayson: When you're a man of his caliber, you could never stretch yourself too thing.

Tomkins picks up Jacques and whips him into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Tomkins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jacques leap frogs over him and runs into the ropes. When Tomkins stands up and turns around, he turns right into a flying forearm from Jacques. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Jacques picks up Tomkins and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tomkins stumbles back, Jacques runs into the corner and goes for a springboard twist enzuigiri. But Tomkins gets his arms up and blocks the move. The crowd boos as Tomkins hooks his arms around Jacques' legs, drags him, turns around and then catapults him into the corner. The crowd boos. As Jacques stumbles out and turns around, he turns right into a spinebuster. The crowd boos as Tomkins rolls across him and hooks the leg.

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Jacques gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Tomkins picks him up, only to quickly deliver a shoulder jawbreaker, sending Jacques stumbling into the ropes. As Jacques is dazed, Tomkins gets back up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running clothesline. But Jacques ducks and counters with a fireman's carry takeover over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins slowly gets up on the outside, Jacques runs into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, he runs across the ring, springboards onto the top rope and connects with a 540 Corkscrew Plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: JACQUES! JACQUES! JACQUES! JACQUES! JACQUES!

Clement: What a dive to the outside by Jacques Mercier! Say what you want about him, but he hasn't missed a beat!

Grayson: C'mon Mike, get up!

Jacques is the first to get up to his feet. He picks up Tomkins and rolls him back into the ring. After Jacques rolls himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his foot on the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

Jacques sees this, so he drags Tomkins away from the ropes and repins him.

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Tomkins gets is shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Jacques picks up Tomkins and whips him into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Jacques goes for a clothesline. But Tomkins ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Jacques throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. Jacques then gets up, heads across the ring and steps through the ropes. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off for a flying elbow drop. But Tomkins rolls out of the way, causing to Jacques to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins gets up, lifts up Jacques' arm and drops down into an arm bar. The crowd boos as Jacques groans in pain.

Grayson: It's over.

Clement: The arm bar! Tomkins has the arm bar locked on! Can he make Jacques tap out?

Tomkins repeatedly jerks back, trying his hardest to hyper-extend and ultimately snap Jacques' arm. But Jacques keeps his hands locked tight, trying his best to prevent Tomkins from applaying the hold. Jacques then turns over and presses down, pinning Tomkins.

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Tomkins quickly kicks out and breaks the hold.

As both men get up, Tomkins nails him with a kick to the midsection before planting him with a jumping swinging DDT. The crowd boos as Tomkins makes the cover.

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Jacques gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Tomkins picks up Jacques and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Tomkins stumbles back, Jacques steps through the ropes, springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and plants Tomkins with a tornado DDT to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up and steps through the ropes. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, Jacques crouches down as he waits for Tomkins to get up. When Tomkins gets up and turns around, Jacques knocks him down with a flipping seated senton to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Tomkins needs to swat that damn Jacques out of the air like the pest that he is.

Jacques picks up Tomkins and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Jacques comes back, Tomkins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jacques stops, turns Tomkins around and delivers a clubbing shot across the back. As Tomkins stands up and arches his back in pain, Jacques scoops him up across his shoulders. He walks around with Tomkins on his shoulders to cheers from the crowd. Jacques goes for an Electric Chair Drop. But Tomkins counters with a victory roll to boos from the crowd.

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Jacques kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

As both men get up, Jacques charges over at Tomkins. But Tomkins throws him down with an STO. The crowd boos. Tomkins then picks up Jacques and goes for a spinning backfist. But Jacques ducks, grabs Tomkins from behind and deliver a chickenwing suplex to cheers from the crowd. Jacques then picks up Tomkins, brings him into the corner and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, he hooks Tomkins' arms and goes for a double underhook superplex. But Tomkins blocks the move. So Jacques tightens his grip and goes for another double underhook superplex. But again, Tomkins blocks the move. So Jacques lets go and goes to punch Tomkins. But Tomkins blocks and counters with a rake to the eyes. He then shoves Jacques off the turnbuckles and down to the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh come on!

Grayson: Hey, you have to do what you have to do sometimes.

Clement: That's right, I forgot. This is Michael Tomkins. Cheating comes as naturally as breathing for him.

After Tomkins slips down to the canvas, he creeps up behind Jacques. When Jacques turns around, he connects with a spinning backfist, followed by a roundhouse kick. He then grabs Jacques from behind and delivers Epica to boos from the crowd. Tomkins then picks up Jacques, lifts him up across his shoulders and plants him with The Finishing Touch to boos from the crowd.

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THREE!

“Getting Away with Murder” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Tomkins heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: This was nothing more than highway robbery. This was supposed to be a nice, clean contest against both of these men. And then Tomkins pulls that crap up tonight.

Grayson: Quit boo-hooing. This is Jacques Mercier. He wasn't going to beat Tomkins anyway!

Clement: It's a shame that Jacques' FGA career not only goes out on a low note, but with a loss to that lying, cheating Tomkins.

[FGA Office]

[The camera cuts backstage with Justice Young, standing outside one of the meeting rooms that surrounds the Ballroom section of the Connecticut Convention Center. This specific door is highlighted by a sheet of paper with the red FGA Lion logo on it taped at eye level and although there’s nothing else written to indicate this rooms purpose it’s clear that someone important is in there as Young seems to be hovering about 4 feet from the door as if he’s afraid to go any closer.

Suddenly the door opens and out steps Alexia Brandt, but instead of her usual casual street clothes she’s dressed in a rather stylish (albeit at least 3 years out of season) pantsuit and blouse, with her hair tied up in a professional ponytail. Under her arm she appears to be carrying a black legal binder with another FGA Lion logo on it. Upon seeing her, Justice immediately stops hovering and rushes forward.]

Justice: Alexia! Alexia! Have you got a minute?

[Alexia stops and sighs, clearly not interested in an interview, but Justice has positioned himself enough to cut her off should she try to make a run for it.]

Alexia: Fine, what would you like to talk about?

Justice: Well, with Chandler Scott leaving FGA and his suggestion last week that you do the same, a lot of people want to know where you stand in this reborn rivalry between the two Frontiers.

[Alexia stares at Justice, as if waiting for him to continue, but Justice simply looks at her expectantly.]

Alexia: And…do you have a question for me about that?

Justice: Oh! Yes, of course. Whose side do you think you’ll take?

[Alexia sighs again, this time clearly exasperated.]

Alexia: No comment.

[Alexia immediately begins to walk away, even though it’s the opposite direction of where she was originally headed.]

Justice: But Alexia-

Alexia: NO. COMMENT.

[Alexia picks up her pace and rounds a corner, leaving Justice alone in the hallway, who quickly motions to cut the feed.]