Providence DVD Taping (7.20.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Providence DVD Taping
Rhode Island Convention Center
Providence, RI

5-Way Fray
Christopher Jenkins vs. Crowe vs. Thaddeus Grey vs. Daniel Christopher vs. Serena Raine

The lights begin to stutter and flicker as the beginning of "Broken Frames" hits the sound system. The lights take on a dark tone and Serena Raine pushes her way through the curtain as the first words kick in. She stands at the top of the ramp, peering around the crowd from behind her mane of multicolored hair. She gives a small nod before beginning to make her way down the ramp, slapping some hands along the way.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out on Ottowa, Ontario, Canada by way of Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. Weighing in at 146 pounds... SERENA RAINE!

She reaches the ring and pulls herself on to the apron, where she stops, raising an arm before dipping herself into the ring. She makes her way to a ring post and hoists herself to the top, where she smiles cooly and raises a single arm once more, before dropping back in.

Kevin Clement: Hello FGA fans and welcome to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD presentation. I am Kevin Clement and joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. We are coming to you from the Rhode Island Convention Center here in Providence, Rhode Island. Tonight, the road to Above & Beyond II continues with a jam packed card.

Daniel “The Angel” Christopher comes out to a cheering reaction as "Git Up" by D12 starts playing through the arena, and looks to the crowd, while dressed in a jacket with a hood. He then runs into the ring and walks to one of the turnbuckles.

Cruz: And her opponent, from New York, New York. Weighing in at 245 pounds. He is "The Angel" DANIEL CHRISTOPHER!

Daniel Christopher then climbs it and beats his chest twice, before jumping off it. He then takes his jacket off and hangs it to the side of the turnbuckles. Daniel Christopher then turns around and waits for his opponents.

Evan Grayson: We've got two Dynamic Duos matches, plus four Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Matches. The Murder and the U.K. Dragons have already advanced in the Dynamic Duos tournament. Tonight, they will find out who will be joining them in the semfinals. Tonight, the field of eight will be finalized for the Frontier Lions Cup.

"Pull Me Under" by Dream Theater begins to play as the fans look toward the curtain. After about ten seconds, Christopher Jenkins comes out from behind the curtain to a massive negative reaction from the crowd.

Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Des Moines, Iowa by way of Phoenix, Arizona. Weighing in at 220 pounds. He is "The Point Blanl Bastard" CHRISTOPHER JENKINS!

He walks down to the ring, unfazed by the reaction. When he makes it to ringside, he hops up on the apron. He then climbs on the turnbuckle, raising his left fist in the air triumphantly. After a few seconds, he lowers his fist and drops into the ring, leaning against the corner and waiting for the match to start.

Clement: And let's not forget that we have a big match coming up later. A.J. Fairchild goes one on one with Bob Pooler. The winner of that match will face Chris Q at Above & Beyond II for the FGA Championship. For Fairchild, he has a chance to get "his" title back. And for Pooler, it's his chance to get The Murder's "property" back.

The lights dim to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, Innerpartysystem's "Don't Stop" blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above. A very arrogant and very assured Thaddeus Grey makes his way out, much to the chagrin of the fans in attendance. The combat zone is soon affected with a pulsating white light. Walking to the ring to a chorus of boos, Thaddeus Grey is oozing nothing but confidence, the smirk on his face serving as the perfect example of such a statement. Multiple fans may soon be experiencing seizures, but Grey could certainly care less. As he reaches the ring, the fans really let him have it, the boos turning to jeers and insults, but Grey pays them no attention.

Cruz: And their opponent, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 220 pounds..... THADDEUS GREY!

Methodically, he walks up the stairs, staring into the eyes of his opponent. As he's halfway across the apron, he wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. After a brief pause, he stands in the center, basking in the negative reaction the capacity crowd is giving him. A slight smile forms in the corner of his mouth, as the lights return to normal. Grey turns to his corner and quickly does a few stretches, awaiting the referee to call for the bell.

Grayson: Also we've got a huge main event. It's champion vs. champion as Chris Q, the FGA Champion faces off against the Pride Champion, J.T. Cash. What a contest that one is going to be!

As the house lights dim and the opening chords of “Genesis” rumbles out from the speakers; Crowe emerges, silhouetted by light coming out from behind the curtains. Crowe stands at the entrance way momentarily, head down, arms outstretched with clenched fists until the intro comes to an end the song kicks into life.

Cruz: And their opponent, now residing out of Honesdale, Pennsylvania by way of London, England. Weighing in at 249 pounds.... CROWE!

Only then do the house lights brighten, spurring Crowe into life as he lifts his head, drops his arms and poises himself for the walk to the ring, not reacting to the booing from nearby crowd members. Once at ringside, Crowe rolls into the ring under the bottom rope where he then backs himself into a corner and drops down to a seated position, resting his head on the middle turnbuckle to await his opponent.

The bell sounds as all five grapplers begin to slowly circle the ring. They keep their heads on a swivel, trying their hardest not to take their eyes from off of one another. Suddenly, Jenkins, Grey, Christopher and Raine all dart over and attack Crowe to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And we go as this match is off and running! Look at all four of them pounce all over Crowe!

Grayson: This isn't fair! They're not even giving him any breathing room. The referee should pull them off of Crowe this instant!

Clement: The referee will do no such thing. This is every grappler for themselves. There are no friends or teammates in this one. It's first fall to a finish. And you can bet that all five of these FGA newcomers are chomping at the bit to make a statement.

Crowe tries to cover up. But it's of no use. The four grapplers nail him with clubbing shots to the head, neck and back. After Crowe is knocked down in the corner, the four grapplers kick him underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Once Crowe is out of the equation, it's a free for all as the four grapplers turn on each other.

Clement: And now these four newcomers are battling amongst themselves. They've taken out the biggest target in this match. Now, it's game on.

Grayson: If I were Crowe, I'd stay on the outside and let these four beat the hell out of each other.

Raine takes Grey and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops in the corner. Meanwhile, Christopher is delivering a series of shoulder thrusts to Jenkins in the opposite corner. After looking back at each other, Christopher and Raine give each other a knowing nod. They take their opponent and try to whip them towards the center of the ring. But Jenkins and Grey reverse, sending Christopher and Raine colliding in the center of the ring. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Womp womp! So much for that one.

As Raine stumbles back, Grey grabs her and tosses her over the top rope and to the floor. Meanwhile, Jenkins grabs Christopher from behind and delivers a german suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Grey breaks up the pin.

Grey picks up Jenkins and nails him with a right hand. Jenkins responds with a punch of his own. Grey comes back with another right hand. But Jenkins responds with another punch of his own. Grey goes for another punch, but Jenkins quickly rakes him across the eyes. He then brings Grey into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Grey around, Jenkins grabs him by the throat with both hands and chokes him. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Crowe breaks the hold with a double ax handle to the back of Jenkins' neck. He brings Jenkins from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Jenkins comes back, Crowe knocks him down with a big boot to the face. He follows up with an elbow drop before making the cover.

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Grey again breaks up the pin.

Clement: And Grey again breaks up a pin. It's bad enough when you're fighting one opponent. But in this match, you have four other people to deal with. It definitely makes pin attempts that much harder.

Grey picks up Crowe and begins to deliver a series of knife-edge chops. But the chops have little effect on Crowe, who grabs Grey by the neck and tosses him into the corner. Crowe charges into the corner, but Grey nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. As Grey runs out of the corner and goes for a clothesline, Crowe ducks, counters with a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. Crowe proceeds to unleash a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, nearly driving all the air out of Grey.

On the other side of the ring, Christopher takes Raine and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Christopher knocks her down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Jenkins drags Christopher off of Raine.

Clement: And there is Jenkins with the timely save. All five of these grapplers have their own style and skill sets. Who do you think has the edge?

Grayson: It's too early to tell who has the edge of or not. But I know that Serena Raine is looking to get the taste of defeat out of her mouth. She lost the Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match to Johnny Karma two weeks ago in Hartford. Another loss here tonight could put her in a hole that she can't get out of.

Jenkins picks up Christopher and nails him with a series of rights and lefts to the face. He then grabs Christopher and goes for an irish whip. But Christopher reverses, sending Jenkins into the ropes. When Jenkins comes back, Christopher bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jenkins stops himself and kicks Christopher square in the face. As Christopher stands upright in a dazed state, Jenkins quickly grabs him and brings him down with a reverse STO. The crowd boos as he turns Christopher over and makes the cover.

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Christopher kicks out.

On the other side of the ring, Crowe delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of elbow strikes to the head. He brings Grey from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Crowe throws him down with a big back body drop. As Grey gets back up, Crowe runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor.

Clement: And there goes Grey with a hard fall to the outside. Grey has been a thorn in Crowe's side throughout this match so far. Maybe with him out of the ring, Crowe can secure victory.

On the adjacent side of the ring, Jenkins takes Christopher and whips him hard into the corner. As Christopher stumbles out, Jenkins goes to lift him up for a vertical suplex. But Christopher slips down from behind and shoves Jenkins into the ropes. When Jenkins comes back, Christopher takes him down with a running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Jenkins gets back up, but Christopher takes him down with another running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. As Christopher gets up, Raine goes over and goes for a clothesline, but Christopher ducks. When Raine turns around, he kicks her in the midsection and delivers a snap suplex. Christopher rolls over, pulls her back up and delivers a second snap suplex. He rolls over, pulls Raine back up and goes for a third snap suplex. But Raine blocks it. So Christopher tightens his grip and goes for another snap suplex. But again, Raine blocks it. She quickly counters with the Violent Serenade to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Crowe drags Raine off of Christopher to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Raine may have very well had the much won.

Grayson: This it's a good thing that Crowe had the presence of mind to make the save.

After picking up Raine, Crowe nails her with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling her over. He then grabs her from behind and applies a full nelson. The crowd boos Raine can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks her if she wants to give. But Raine refuses to quit. So Crowe presses down harder across the back of her neck. The pain causes her to drop down to one knee. Crowe leans over and continues to apply pressure, now with his full weight pressing down on Raine's neck. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But again, Raine refuses to quit. Her arms begin to shake as she clinches her teeth. The crowd begins to cheer as Crowe shakes his head in disbelief. The cheers get louder as Raine fights off the pain and slowly rises back to her feet.

Clement: She's making the comeback!

Grayson: I can't believe this. How!?

But Crowe stops her comeback by hoisting her up and throwing her down with a full nelson slam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Grey drags Crowe off of Raine.

Clement: And Grey again breaks the pin.

Grayson: He knows how to pick his spots.

Crowe slaps the canvas in anger before getting back up to his feet. The two men have words until Grey slaps the taste out of Crowe's mouth.

Crowe turns back to Grey and throws a haymker. But Grey wisely ducks. When Crowe turns around, Grey rattles off a series of right hands of his own. He takes Crowe and whips him into the ropes. When Crowe comes back, Grey bends over to set up a back body drop. But Crowe stops, grabs Grey and flings him through the ropes and to the floor.

When Crowe turns around, Jenkins runs over and unleashes a series of right hands to the face. He then takes Crowe and whips him into the opposite corner. Jenkins charges into the corner. Crowe ducks and delivers a back body drop over the top rope. But Jenkins lands safely on his feet. He quickly follows up with a rabbit punch, sending Crowe stumbling out of the corner as he holds the back of his head. Jenkins then steps into the ring, grabs Crowe from behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover.

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Crowe gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Crowe got his shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Grayson: If he were a half second slower, Jenkins would be walking out of that ring with a win.

Jenkins picks up Crowe and sets him up for a DDT. Christopher runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Jenkins grabs him and hits a simultaneous DDT on Crowe and a reverse STO on Christopher. Boos and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as Jenkins makes the cover on Christopher.

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Raine breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Raine picks up Jenkins and goes for an irish whip. But Jenkins reverses, sending Raine into the corner. While Raine is in the corner, Jenkins shouts “YOU SUCK AND NO ONE LIKES YOU!” before blasting her with a superkick. Raine crumbles from out of the corner before Jenkins turns her over and makes the cover.

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Grey drags Jenkins out of the ring and then rams him back-first into the barricade.

Grayson: He's got a nack for breaking up pinfalls, doesn't he?

Clement: Apparently.

While Jenkins slumps down against the barricade on the outside, Grey rolls back into the ring. He observes the bodies laying in front of him and quickly goes to work. He goes over towards Crowe and stomps away at his arms and legs. Grey then makes his way over towards Christopher and stomps away at his arms and legs. He then makes a beeline over to Raine and stomps on her arms and legs. The crowd boos as Grey scans the crowd with a snarl.

Grayson: Grey is standing tall amonsgt the pile of bodies around him. But what is he waiting for? Make the cover!

Grey picks up Raine, lifts her up and sits her down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up to the second turnbuckle, Grey goes for a superplex. But Raine blocks the move. So Grey goes for another superplex but again, Raine blocks the move. After four punches to the ribs, Raine breaks free and then shoves Grey off the turnbuckles and to the canvas. The crowd cheers. As Grey turns over and gets back up, Raine stands up on the top turnbuckle, leaps off and brings him down with a flying hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. Raine then gets up, pick up Grey and plants him with a snap DDT to cheers from the crowd. She quickly picks up the dazed Grey, places him in a guillotine and applies the body lock to cheers from the crowd. But the move is broken as Christopher delivers a jumping stomp to the face.

Christopher picks up Raine and delivers The Solution to cheers from the crowd.

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Jenkins breaks the hold with a soccer kick to the groin. The crowd boos. The ref asks Jenkins if he hit Christopher below the belt. But Jenkins swears that he didn't.

Clement: Oh come on! How could the ref not see that!?

Jenkins picks up Christopher and nails him with alternating shoot kicks to the left and right leg. He follows up with a spinning back kick that doubles Christopher over. Jenkins then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the Executioner's Special to boos from the crowd. He turns Christopher over and makes the cover.

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Crowe breaks up the pin with a leg drop to the back of the head.

Clement: Crowe now with the ave!

Crowe picks up Jenkins and nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Jenkins around the waist, hoists him up and throws him down with a gutwrench powerbomb. Jenkins can be seen arching his back in pain. Crowe then picks him up, scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers Crowe's Landing to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Grey nails with the GreySkull to the side of the head.

Grayson: What a kick! I bet you that's good for three points.

The crowd boos as Grey rolls Crowe off of Jenkins, drops down and covers Jenkins himself.

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"Don't Stop" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, THADDEUS GREY!

The ref raises Grey's arm to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Thaddeus Grey picks up the win. But it was Crowe who did all the heavy lifting.

Grayson: Since when do we hand out wins for effort? Grey was always in the mix. He was there making timely saves when he needed to. And when he saw his opponent, he struck with authority.

As Daniel Christopher gets up in the ring and turns around, he turns right into a spear from Evolution J. The crowd boos as J gets up and stares down at Christopher writhing in pain.

Clement: Evo... Evolution J!? What did he do that for?

Grayson: Wait, aren't these two like brothers or something.

Evolution J then picks up Christopher, only to deliver the Spinning Death to boos from the crowd. J gets up and admires his work before slipping through the ropes, hopping over the barricade and taking off through the crowd.

[FGA Office]

(( Static fills the screen before gradually melting into focus on the interior of the joint parking garage of the Connecticut Convention Center and the Hartford Marriott Downtown; the scene for the FGA DVD taping from two weeks ago. In a corner reserved for the Marriott shuttle vans, the overhead fluorescent light has been shattered. Sitting with his back against the front grill of one of these red vans, cradling a beer bottle between his legs, is Malcolm Drake.

Drake, dressed in a pair of black and white track pants and a plain white T-shirt with a thin collar of sweat, slowly rocks back and forth taking a sip from the near-empty beer bottle. ))

"You think I'd be happy," he begins with his voice echoing slightly off the concrete, "You'd think I'd be CONTENT with where I am... with where WE are. Unstoppable. It is the only word the English language has that comes close to encapsulating The Murder. Hmmm. But that doesn't quite do us justice does it?"

Drake finishes his beer and tosses the glass bottle off the concrete wall. The bottle doesn't shatter but it does break, splitting at the base and neck.

"So I invented a new word. A word that cuts to the core of The Murder. Our "fly or die" mentality. Our "take no prisoners" modus operandi," Drake stops. And smirks, "Our utter... brutality."

Drake pauses again for effect, the smirk never leaving his face.

"UNFUCKWITHABLE. Adjective. Can NOT be FUCKED with."

Drake pops the top on another bottle of beer against the bumper of the van he's leaning against and shuttles it into his mouth as the foam bubbles out. He "ahhhh's" after the long swig, but his satisfaction turns to scowl abruptly.

"You listen to these troglodytes who get on the stick and brag about their one victory over a member of The Murder, or about how they took one of us 'to the limit.' WE HAVE NO LIMITS. You think we don't hear you? Our crows are everywhere. We... are LEGION. You think just because I'm anti-social that means I can't see what's on social media? You think I don't see you, A.J. Fairchild, bragging about your ONE... FLUKE... victory over me? It burns me. It BURNS me deep inside to hear a PAPER CHAMPION lording this victory over me. It burns me to see that he is up for a Number One Contendership against an actual DESERVING man in Robert Pooler. WHERE'S MY CONTENDERSHIP? As far as I can tell, the only thing A.J. Fairchild has done since his return... the only thing he's EVER done... was beat me... ONCE. So how come the man who apparently makes someone eligible for a title shot, gets passed over?"

Drake scowl fades. He shrugs and takes another sip of his beer.

"Not that it will matter. In two weeks, Robert will leave A.J. Fairchild in a pool of his overrated blood. A wrong... will be righted. And A.J. Fairchild will receive a stark reminder... of his very real mortality. You think you can claim to be a "god," and I won't hear it? Gods don't have long shelf-lives around here. Memento mori. Remember your mortality."

Drake's eyes narrow to slits, and he bares his teeth slightly before taking another swig of beer.

“Then there's Mr. Pride, J.T. Cash. Yet another man trying to make a name for himself off of MY hard work. Cash, you seemed to have parlayed that ass-kicking I gave you into a title match. A title match which you won. Well... bully for you. You have the audacity to offer empty threats to Kevin Hardaway and then brag about how you took ME to MY limit? I am limitless. I go ad infinium. And you, YOU have the GALL to utter my name? Pffft. Here's a threat for YOU, J.T. Cash... NO... here is a PROMISE.”

Drake smirks, leaning back against the van and spreading his free arm out across the bumper. In a casual nonchalance, he continues.

“I'm going to take that Pride title from you. That's right. That symbol of everything you've accomplished. That idol of all the change you've worked so hard to make. That belt that is your very reason for being... I'm going to take it from you. And you cannot stop me. Why? Because I don't like you. In fact, I loathe you. Because I don't like the way you said my name, and because for ONCE... the rich won't be allowed to get richer. When I'm through with you, you may still have your millions to go run home and cry to... but inside I will make you FEEL like I feel. Like a street animal. Like nothing.”

Drake finishes his second bottle of beer and tosses this one off the wall, this time the bottle shatters leaving a smear of liquid along the wall.

“In a few weeks time, Dominic and I will step into the ring, for the first time ever, against the U.K. Dragons. It's a match everyone is BZZZZ, BZZZZZZ, buzzing about. It's match, they say, that needs no hype. Hmmm. No. It needs no hype. What this match WILL need... is a mortician. Do they make coffins in yellow and purple? Evangelista... Laurel... stay out of our way, if you value your lives... because we certainly don't.”

“This is your last warning, FGA. There is only one way. There is only OUR way. So stay out of it... and remember your mortality... Memento mori.”

(( The feed begins to stutter before cutting back to static. ))

[FGA Office]

X-Spot vs. Stephen Lawson

With the lights going dim, the beginning of "The Hangman's Body Count" by Volbeat began to play. Walking through the curtain first was Jonathan Valentine, walking forward, stopping with his trademarked black and silver walking cane. Looking behind him, out walked slowly 'The Greatest Show on Earth' X-Spot. His cold steel blue eyes slowly peering around to the boo'ing crowd, taking a deep breath, the anger in his eyes evident. Looking forward back to Mr. Valentine, the two of them walked forward slowly with Mr. Valentine throwing insults to the crowd, mocking them a bit as X-Spot just followed behind him slowly, his eyes focused on the ring in front of him.

Cruz: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Jonathan Valentine. From parts Unknown, weighing in at 195 pounds. He is "The Greatest Show on Earth" X-SPOT!

Making their way to the ring, Mr. Valentine walked over to the steel steps and climbed up them, into the ring as X-Spot slid into the ring. Getting to his feet, X-Spot walked to the middle of the ring and dropped down to his knee's as Mr. Valentine stood behind him. X-Spot slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he slowly pushed his arms to the side, stretching them out and swinging them up, then down in a circle before bringing his hands to his chest, his hands together like he was saying a prayer. Jonathan Valentine stood behind him and raised his cane high into the air as X-Spot stared at hands before slowly standing back up and walked to the corner, sitting down indian style as Mr. Valentine got out of the ring, X-Spot sitting there in the corner, looking forward waiting for the bell to ring.

Clement: The alleged "Greatest Show on Earth" X-Spot put together quite the match the last time out against Kevin Hardaway. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't enough. Can he right his wrongs tonight?

Grayson: Let's not kid ourselves. This Lawson kid can fly. But he can't fly like X-Spot can. In fact, no one can do the things that X-Spot can in the ring. This man is that gifted.

The opening riff of “F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.” starts playing over the PA system, and once the rest of the band kicks in, Stephen Lawson explodes from the back! He's all smiles as he heads down the aisle, slapping as many fans' hands as possible.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Nashville, Tennessee. Weighing in at 190 pounds..... STEPHEN LAWSON!

Upon reaching ringside he takes off to the next corner, leaping up and knee-sliding onto the apron before hopping up to his feet. As the chorus breaks in, Stephen climbs to the second rope on the outside, riling the fans up in an attempt to get a reaction. Some respond in kind as he hops to the top rope before backflipping down into the ring, removing his ring jacket and placing it outside.

Clement: Stephen Lawson makes his FGA in-ring debut here tonight. This young man comes with a lot of hype behind him and looks to be a promising star for years to come.

Grayson: He's no "Greatest Show on Earth". But he's alright.

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring and lock up. X-Spot quickly places Lawson in a side headlock. Lawson tries to shove X-Spot off of him, but it's to no avail. After a bit of a struggle, Lawson tries to shove X-Spot off of him. But again, no dice. So he grabs X-Spot and goes for a belly to back suplex. But X-Spot rolls over his back, lands on his feet and reapplies the side headlock to boos from the crowd. Lawson is then thrown to the mat with a side headlock takeover. The ref asks Lawson if he wants to give up. But Lawson refuses to quit. Shortly thereafter, he reverses into a leg scissors headlock to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as X-Spot is able to escape via a kip up. After Lawson quickly rolls away, he gets up to his feet and sees his opponent staring a hole right through him.

Grayson: You see that? Not only can X-Spot fly higher than him, but he's a better technical wrestler, too.

After the two circle the ring, they go to lock up. X-Spot ducks the collar & elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind. But Lawson elbows him in the face, reaches back and applies a front facelock of his own. But X-Spot shoves Lawson off of him and into the ropes. When Lawson comes back, X-Spot leap frogs over him. Lawson continues to run into the ropes. When Lawson comes back, X-Spot goes for a hip toss. But Lawson steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But X-Spot blocks it. So Lawson goes for another hip toss but again, X-Spot blocks it. So Lawson goes for a clothesline. But X-Spot ducks, hooks his arms from behind and brings him down with a backslide to boos from the crowd.

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Lawson gets his shoulder up.

Once free, Lawson gets up to his feet. As X-Spot stands up on his knees, he's met with a front dropkick from Lawson to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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X-Spot kicks out.

Clement: And Lawson's right back with a pin attempt of his own. But it only gets two. It seems like every couple of weeks, there is an explosion of newcomers making their way to FGA. But it looks like this time, there are some solid hands that could potentially stick around for the long haul.

Lawson picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But X-Spot reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Lawson comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. X-Spot gets up, but Lawson throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. X-Spot gets up, but Lawson throws him down with another arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As X-Spot gets up, Lawson runs over and goes for a dropkick. But X-Spot side steps and swats him down to boos from the crowd. As Lawson gets up on all fours, X-Spot quickly kicks him in the ribs, knocking him over onto his back. The crowd boos. X-Spot continues to stomp away at Lawson's midsection until he kicks Lawson out of the ring.

While Lawson tries to get up on the outside, X-Spot runs into the ropes. When X-Spot comes back, he knocks Lawson down with a suicide dive. The crowd boos. He picks up Lawson, rolls him back into the ring, slides in and makes the cover.

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Lawson gets his shoulder up.

Clement: X-Spot has turned up the aggression and has been relentlessly attacking Lawson.

Grayson: That's what he has to do. Sure, he can go dive for dive with him. But why do that when you can ground him like he's doing right now?

X-Spot picks up Lawson and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then takes Lawson and throws him from out of the corner with a hip toss. X-Spot heads out of the corner before bouncing into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for Greatness Personified. But Lawson rolls out of the way, causing X-Spot to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd. As X-Spot gets up holding his leg, Lawson quickly swoops down, picks up the leg and throws him down with a dragonscrew legwhip to cheers from the crowd. Lawson then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running shooting star press to cheers from the crowd.

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X-Spot gets his shoulder up.

Clement: How about that move?

Grayson: It's nice. But it's nothing that X-Spot couldn't effortlessly do.

Lawson picks up X-Spot and whips him into the corner. Lawson then heads into the corner and connects with a corner rolling koppu kick to cheers from the crowd. After dragging X-Spot from out of the corner, Lawson connects with The Towering Inferno to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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X-Spot gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Again X-Spot is able to get his shoulder up.

Grayson: If he thinks he's beating "The Greatest Show on Earth" that easy, then he's in for a rude awakening.

Lawson picks up X-Spot. But X-Spot reverses, sending Lawson into the ropes. When Lawson comes back, he connects with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. After picking up X-Spot and throwing him down with a scoop slam, Lawson drags him into position. He then points to the top rope to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Uh oh, it looks like Lawson could be getting ready to fly.

Lawson steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Lawson flips off and connects with Phoenix Rising to cheers and applause from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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“F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, STEPHEN LAWSON!

Lawson gets his arm raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Lawson picks up the win in his FGA debut! he went hold for hold with X-Spot. He took it to the air. And tonight, Lawson was the better man.

Grayson: Exactly. "Tonight." But we'll see what happens two weeks from now, and the show after that and so on.

[FGA Office]

(( Justice Young is in the stands next to a young lady dressed in jeans and white blouse that some might recognize and some might not. He kneels over toward her. ))

Justice Young: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here in the audience with one of the latest FGA signees: Alexis Prodigy.

She smiles as he holds up the camera to her. She looks very excited to be taking part in this interview.

Alexis Prodigy: Thank you. It is a pleasure to be here and watching one hell of a great show.

Justice Young: So, are you here to scout maybe some future opponents?

Prodigy shrugs before answering with the fans next to her and in back of her trying to wave their arms and make faces at the camera. They don’t care one bit who she is.

Alexis Prodigy: I guess you can come to that conclusion. Obviously, I am going to want to see what all of these men and women have to offer in the squared circle …but I think mostly, I just want to enjoy being in the stands before I go out there and compete with the boys.

Justice Young: That begs the question. Why Frontier Grappling Arts?

She gives a confident smile as he holds the mic up to her.

Alexis Prodigy: The answer is simple: in that other company I work for …I am a pretty face that is one hell of a wrestler. And that is all well and good THERE. They make their money off entertainment and T & A and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. But I didn’t train for five years under some of the best in world to be a spokesmodel. I didn’t disown my father for being a terrible example of a pro-wrestler to do calendar shoots. Yes, I do more than that there …but I think we all know the appeal to the media there. Frontier Grappling Arts allows me to be the wrestler I TRAINED to be. It allows me to be one hell of a highflyer and striker who just so happens to be a pretty face. Here I get the rush of competition and not the feeling that the wrestlers and people in charge are in it for something other than the competition. Long story short, this is my opportunity to prove myself as an in ring competitor.

Justice Young: Any chance of when we will see you in the ring for Frontier Grappling Arts?

She nods unsure if she will be on the next DVD taping but remains hopeful for the last question.

Alexis Prodigy: I am hoping that the front office will be having me compete on the next DVD because I am more than ready to go.

Justice looks back towards the camera.

Justice Young: There you had it. Another wrestler ready to prove themselves here in the FGA!

[FGA Office]

First Round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament
The Usual Suspects vs. Super Mario Wrestling Bros.

"Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as the SMWB step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. After looking around at the crowd and nodding their heads in approval, the SMWB jumps up and races down the aisle.

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 373 pounds. They are the team of "Player 1" Matt Powers and "Player 2" Landon Knight, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROTHERS!

After sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, they push themselves up and head into opposite corners. After climbing up onto the second rope and trowing their index finger in the air, they climb to the top turnbuckle and backflip off, landing safely on their feet in the ring to cheers.

Clement: After nearly a year away, the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers make their return to an FGA ring. And this time, they're looking to capture championship gold.

Grayson: And all the little five year olds are doing the happy dance. Yet everyone else over the age of eight couldn't care less. I know that FGA has hired some questionable people before. But these two goofs take the case. Just look at them!

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

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

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

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

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

Grayson: It's a crying shame that FGA Management refuses to reprimand that pervert Justice Young for what he did to Ms. Michaels. But it's okay. The Suspects will get the last laugh when they win this entire tournament.

Clement: Not if the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers have anything to say about it.

Grayson: Oh what are they going to do, stomp on their heads?

The bell sounds as Landon and Marx start things off. They lock up. But Marx quickly uses his strength advantage to shove Landon, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Landon looks around in shock as the crowd boos. He then circles the ring before inching back over towards Marx. The two lunge forward and lock up. After jockeying for position, Marx shoves Landon down to the canvas to boos from the crowd. Landon slowly looks at Marx, eying him from his feet all the way up to his head. He marvels at Marx's strength. Landon quickly rolls away, gets up, heads into the corner and huddles up with Matt.

Clement: It looks like the Mario Bros are trying to come up with a better strategy.

Grayson: I have one. Run to the nearest exit and don't come back.

As the SMWB are still going over strategy, Marx comes up from behind and nails him with a double ax handle smash to the back to boos from the crowd. He brings Landon from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx knocks him down with a hard chop to the chest. Marx drops down and makes the cover.

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Landon kicks out.

Marx picks up Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx knocks him down with a stiff clothesline to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Landon kicks out.

Marx picks up Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx goes for a knife-edge chop, but Landon ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Marx goes for a clothesline. But again, Landon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx bends over to set up a back body drop. Landon counters with a sunset flip. But Marx rolls through it, hooks his arms around Landon's legs and drags him into position. Once Tryon springboards onto the top turnbuckle, Marx leans back and catapults Landon into the air. Tryon then dives off and knocks Landon down in mid air with a flying clothesline to boos from the crowd. Marx makes the cover.

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Landon kicks out.

Grayson: You see that right there? That's real teamwork. Not this silly video game nonsense!

Marx gets up and tags in Tryon. The crowd boos as Tryon enters the ring. He immediately goes over and puts the boots to Landon. After picking him up, Tryon takes Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Tryon knocks him down with a spinning hook kick to boos from the crowd. Tryon turns and taunts to the crowd, baiting them into booing him even more. Marx can be seen yelling at Tryon to stay focused. But Tryon reassures him that he's got everything under control.

Clement: Chris Tryon is again getting distracted by the crowd. But he needs to stay focused. This is the Dynamic Duos Tournament! They're only getting one shot at this.

He goes back over, picks up Landon and whips him into the corner. Tryon then runs onto the corner, hops onto Landon and goes for a monkey flip. But Landon lands on his feet to boos from the crowd. He runs into the ropes as Matt reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Landon comes back, he slides through Tryon's legs. When Tryon turns around, Landon kicks him in the midsection and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The SMWB then deliver stereo superkicks to cheers from the crowd. Matt makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Clement: How about that for some teamwork?

Grayson: I'm not impressed.

Matt picks up Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Matt comes back, Tryon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Matt counters with a Mushroom Stomp to the back, knocking Tryon down to cheers from the crowd. He turns Tryon over and makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Matt picks up Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But again, Tryon reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Matt comes back, Tryon drops down stomach-first onto the apron. Matt hops over him. But before Tryon can stand up, Matt connects with a standing moonsault to cheers from the crowd. He pulls Tryon over and makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The Super Mario Wrestling Bros are starting to gain some momentum. After that shaky first couple of minutes, these two men have been one step ahead of The Suspects.

Grayson: I wouldn't put too much stock into it.

Matt heads over and tags Landon back in. When Landon gets back in, the SMWB pick up Tryon and whip him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, the SMWB deliver a double hip toss, followed by a double cartwheel, followed by a double dropkick to their seated opponent. The crowd cheers as Landon makes the cover.

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Marx breaks up the pin to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Marx with the timely save for his yougn pupil.

As Landon picks up Tryon, Tryon grabs him around the waist and rams him back first into the corner. The crowd boos as Tryon tags in Marx. While Tryon holds Landon in place, Marx steps back into the ring and rocks Landon with right hands to the face. As Tryon heads back to the outside, Marx takes Landon and whips him into the ropes. When Landon comes back, Marx throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Landon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Marx then gets up, yanks Landon up by the same arm he raised and scoops him up across his shoulder. Marx positions him for a samoan drop. But Marx wiggles free, slips down from behind and rolls him up.

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Marx kicks out.

Clement: The Mario Bros almost snuck away with a win there.

Grayson: Yeah, and sneaking away is the only way they can win.

As both grapplers get up, Marx runs over and throws a clothesline. Landon ducks. When Marx turns around, Matt dives off the top turnbuckle and drives him down with the Thwomp to cheers from the crowd. Landon makes the cover.

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Tryon drags Landon off of Marx to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Tryon returns the favor with a timely save of his own.

As Tryon heads out onto the apron, Landon goes over and tags Matt back in. Once Matt gets in, Landon grabs him from behind and goes to inverted suplex him onto Marx. But unbeknownst to them, Marx gets his knees up, causing Landon to inadvertently suplex his partner across Marx's raised knees.

Grayson: Geniuses at work.

The crowd boos as Matt clutches his midsection in pain. Landon gets up, turns around and sees what happened. But it's too late. Tryon then gets up from behind with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and onto the floor. Marx then picks up Matt, grabs him from behind and delivers a full nelson plex, followed by a standing corkscrew leg drop from Tryon. The crowd boos as Marx makes the cover.

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Matt gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Marx picks up Matt, goes over and tags in Tryon. After slamming Matt's head into the top turnbuckle, he brings Matt away from the corner as Tryon climbs the turnbuckles. He then kicks Matt in the midsection and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He holds Matt in place and waits for Tryon to flip off the top turnbuckle. But just as Tryon is about to hop off to start Mass Destruction, he's distracted by Dom Harter at ringside. The crowd boos.

Clement: Dom Harter, what is he doing out here?

Grayson: Yeah, why is he interrupting this match? Heather's match isn't until later, silly.

Tryon is in shock as Harter steps closer and closer towards the aisle. While Tryon is focused on Harter, Matt takes advantage and counters the powerbomb with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, runs into the corner and knocks one of Tryon's feet from off the top rope. Tryon, slips, drops down and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. Harter smirks as he walks backwards up the aisle, satisfied with what's gone down.

Clement: What in the world was that about?

Grayson: I don't know. But if I had an iPad broken over my head by that man, I'd probably be scared of him, too.

After Tryon flips down and falls into a seated position in the corner, Landon connects with a corner dropkick, followed by a Koopa Kick from Matt to cheers from the crowd. Landon then picks up Tryon, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Landon hoists him in the air and then knocks him down with the 1-Up Uppercut. The crowd cheers. Matt then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he gets to the top, he signals for the Starman Special to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Tiffany Lawrence Michaels climbs up onto the apron, distracting both him and the SMWB.

Clement: Now what is SHE doing?

Grayson: Probably trying to get them to change their minds on siding with Justice Young. It's really a lost cause trying to defend that perv.

As the ref and Matt argue with Tiffany, Marx spins Landon around, kicks him in the midsection and delivers a double underhook sit out powerbomb to boos from the crowd. Matt looks behind him and sees this. So when Marx gets up and heads over towards him, he backflips off, going for a moonsault. But Marx catches him in mid air, turns and throws him down with a front powerslam. Tryon then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with Wreckless Abandon to boos from the crowd.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE USUAL SUSPECTS!

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

Clement: This is highway robbery. The Super Mario Wrestling Bros had this match won!

Grayson: Aw, the Mario Bros are all out of extra lives. Game over! Now these jokes can go back to wherever they came from.

[FGA Office]

[ Earlier Today ]

Young: Hello everyone. This is Justice Young. And with me right now is one of the first four qualifiers for the Frontier Lions Cup, Sean Sands. Sean, welcome.

Sean Sands: Thank you for having me.

Young: First, everyone knows that you were originally supposed to be apart of the Dynamic Duos Tournament with your partner, Xavier Daniels. Due to his injury, you guys had to pull out. But as one door closes, another one opens. And what was on the other side of that door for you was a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. How does it feel to have qualified for the tournament? And do you think about what could have been with Future Shock in the Dynamic Duos Tournament?

Sean remains quiet for a few seconds as he tries to think of a good way of answering these two questions. Finally, he speaks up, a serious tone to his voice.

Sean Sands: It feels great to have qualified for the tournament. Like everyone else in this tournament, I plan on being victorious and hopefully when the time comes, my wrestling can back up my words. As for what I think about what could have been with Future Shock...I know we would have been good. I know we would have been a great tag team and probably the tag team champions, but the past is the past. To this day, I keep in close touch with Xavier. Maybe in the future, Future Shock could unite once more and go for those tag titles, but now I'm focusing on this upcoming tournament and hopefully my future FGA title shot.

Young: Some critics say that while you've done well for yourself, the real test will be if you can advance deep into this tournament without your partner by your side. What do you say to those people?

Sean flashes a little smirk before speaking up.

Sean Sands: I want to tell them that I love them. If there is anything I like doing more than wrestling, it's proving critics wrong. That is why I love them because that is what drives me to get better. Yes, I will never get everyone's approval, but if I can change at least one person's mind about me, then I have done what I have come out to do. Like I said, wrestling is my career and I wouldn't change it for the world. So, critics, I love you.

Sean nods his head at the direction of the camera, then winks, before chuckling to himself.

Young: As we look here at the brackets, you will be facing the winner of Johnny Blayze and Noah van Dyke in the Quarterfinals. Do you have any particular preference as to who you'd like to face?

Sean Sands: This is a tough one. Noah van Dyke I have already have the pleasure of facing, where he ended up tapping out to Halliwell, so he did technically lose me the match, so I would like to face him in a rematch with just the two of us. But, Blayze has been getting on my nerves. He seems to be turning his back on the company and he also took a shot at my friend Xavier, so I would definitely like to get my hands on Blayze. So, I guess I am rooting for Blayze, even though I will be the only one.

Young: Any last words?

Sean rubs his chin for a few seconds before speaking again.

Sean Sands: I just want to wish both Blayze and van Dyke good luck and I also want to tell everyone involved in the tourney the same. I'll save my other words for my promos.

Young: Thank you for your time, Sean

Sean Sands: Thanks for having me.

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Johnny Blayze vs. Noah van Dyke

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. Introducing first, already in the ring, NOAH VAN DYKE.

van Dyke raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.

The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Angel" by Massive Attack begins to play over the sound system. The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps Johnny Blayze - a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard. 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 full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head.

Grayson: Ooooooooo, new music. I like it.

Clement: I tell you one thing I don't like. And it's this attitude of Johnny Blayze's. It's unfortunate to see a man with so much promise go off the deep end.

Grayson: I don't think he's gone off the deep end at all. If anything, he's finally found his true calling. He finally knows what's important to him. And that's not catering to these fans or the suits in the office.

Blayze stands at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on. He then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon his face.

"You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love"

Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring. The crowd continues to boo him as he removes his hood.

"Her eyes
She's on the dark side
Neutralize
Every man in sight"

He then removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside.

"To love you, love you, love you ..."

The music fades as he backs into his corner. Manny Cruz introduces him to the crowd.

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

JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

The bell sounds as Blayze runs over and turns NVD inside out with a lariat to boos from the crowd. Blayze picks up NVD, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending NVD stumbling into the corner. After turning NVD around, Blayze unleashes a flurry of right hands that sends NVD slumping down in the corner. Blayze reaches down, grabs him by the hair and pulls him back up. He then chokes NVD with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Blayze breaks the hold, only to lunge forward and gouge NVD's eyes to boos from the crowd. Blayze flashes a sadistic smile at the ref as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Blayze lets go. He then takes NVD and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As NVD stumbles from out of the corner, Blayze delivers a big back body drop, sending NVD flipping in the air and landing face-first on the canvas to boos from the crowd. Blayze then picks up NVD, lifts him up and plants him with a Small Package Driver to boos from the crowd.

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"Angel" plays as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner, Johnny Blayze.

Blayze stands over NVD's unconscious body. He laughs as he slowly raises his arms to boos from the crowd.

Clement: A complete thrashing is what that just was. Johnny Blayze advances in the Frontier Lions Cup. He will be meeting none other than Sean Sands in the quarterfinals.

Grayson: He better hope that he doesn't meet a similar fate like his former partner Xavier Daniels did against Blayze.

Clement: How could we forget Blayze driving that spike into Daniels' forehead. You've got to believe that Sands is looking for some payback in that one.

[FGA Office]

(( Backstage, Justice Young is standing by with Stephen Lawson, fresh off his victory earlier in the evening. ))

Young: Stephen Lawson, very impressive win over X-Spot!

Lawson can't help but smile; his hair is still wet from his post-match shower, and he leans an arm into Young's shoulder.

Lawson: Thanks! I wanted to come out in front of these great fans in Providence, and make a statement. I think I did that.

Young: What's next, Stephen?

Lawson: To be honest, 'next' is whatever and whoever FGA wants to put in the ring with me. I'm ready for all challenges, Justice! Ready to prove that I'm worthy of being here in Frontier Grappling Arts, and make a name for myself.

Young: Well you got off on the right foot tonight, Stephen. Good luck!

(( Lawson goes to offer Justice Young a handshake, but the interviewer heads off, in search of his next interview. Stephen looks confused for a moment, then awkwardly smiles at the camera before heading off screen himself. ))

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

Young: Alright. This is Justice Young. And with me right now is one of the first four qualifiers for the Frontier Lions Cup, Johnny Karma. Johnny, welcome.

[Karma looks at Young quizzically, then looks over to Cherry Baum and whispers in her ear. After a moment, Cherry Baum pipes up]

Cherry: I'm afraid J-K won't be answering any questions unless his introduction is a little more...deserving of his time.

[Young looks perplexed at the statement]

Young:

[Cherry sighs]

Cherry: Very well, if you need some on-the-job raining...weighing in at 233lbs and hailing from Queens, NYC, he is going to be the break your heart as he makes this interview, he is J-to-the-K-to-the-arma, JOHNNY KARMA.

Karma: It's a pleasure to be here, Justice, spreading the word of the greatness of all things Karmic as I take my first steps towards doing to the Frontier Lions Cup what Alexander The Great did to places that sucked.

Young: You were so close to defeating Wayne Carruthers at All-Star Showdown II. Yet Pro Wrestling's Panda was able to come away with the victory. Does that loss still sting? And what have you learned from it?

Karma: Loss? What loss? I beat the guy, plain and simple. If he believes that he won the match, he needs to cut back on the jalapenos in that canoe he orders at Taco Bell and calls "lunch" because it's clearly affecting his mental faculties and making him six different kinds of deluded.

Young: There are a couple of names that have already qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup. And even more will be determined later on today. How does it feel to be apart of this field of 8?

[Karma snorts in derision]

Karma: You mean a field of one plus seven, right? Because, as everyone knows...

Cherry: Everyone.

Karma: ...this cup is waiting for me to claim it, like the Karmic Lion that I am.

[Karma turns to Cherry, mouthing "Can you believe this schmuck?", to which she shakes her head and shrugs in agreement]

Young: You've done well for yourself here thus far. You have a huge victory over the legendary Chris Bond. You almost had arguably the best performance in the Gold Rush Rumble. With the stamina that you showed there, do you think you have it in you to win three matches in one night for the Frontier Lions Cup?

Karma: Hmm, do I have it in me to win three matches? Miss Baum?

Cherry: I'd say you have an excellent chance at doing that, stealing the show, and maybe breaking in that new shower gel I picked out for you when you have a post-match shower.

Karma: You see, Justice Young, that is how you ask a question - which is why Miss Baum is part of the televisual sensation that is Karmic TV and you, my friend, are not. Now, as far as facing three opponents in one night is concerned, you are correct - I faced way more than three to become the Iron Man of the Gold Rush Rumble, proving the difference between the man and the boys who insisted on having me make them look good before I jettisoned them from my stage.

Young: As we take a look at the brackets, you'll be facing the winner of Alexia Brandt and Marvin Andrews in the Quarterfinals. Do you have a particular preference as to who you'd like to face?

Karma: If I faced Marvin Andrews, the entire arena would have the show of greatness tainted by hearing some of Wu tang Clan's gurning awfulness before I have to teach another gymnast how to wrestle so, from that standpoint, I would go for Alexia Brandt to be the first of three formalities.

Young: Any last words?

Karma: Hmm...

[Karma strikes a thinking pose]

Karma: First of all I urge all of your viewers to tune into the next edition of Karmic TV as it promises to be epic...like every other episode is, where they can see The Karmic Lion in his natural habitat preparing to dominate the Frontier Lions Cup and bring the trophy back to his pride.

Most importantly, winning the latest in a long line of accolades in Frontier Wrestling Arts will help with the relaunch of this federation as the greatest thing in the history of this sport - Karmic Wrestling Arts.

Young: Thank you for your time, Johnny.

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Alexia Brandt vs. Marvin Andrews

"C.R.E.A.M." plays as Marvin Andrews pace back and forth to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. Introducing first, already in the ring. From Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 174 pounds..... MARVIN ANDREWS!

Andrews throws his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

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: And his opponent, 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: Alexia Brandt is fresh off a loss to Chandler Scott over in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. However, she made her statement known to everyone. She wasn't siding with FGA. She wasn't siding with FRONTIER. She was siding with TEAM LION! She enjoys both companies and refuses to get caught in the middle of this war between Kevin Hardaway and Chandler Scott.

Grayson: So typical for a woman not to make up her mind. She might think she's being progressive by refusing to comform and making her own rules. But all she's doing is pissing people off on both sides. Congradulations, you've just made yourself the target of two companies.

The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. Brandt quickly places him in a side headlock. But Andrews shoves her off and into the ropes. When Brandt comes back, Andrews bends over to set up a back body drop. But Brandt cartwheels out of the way. When Andrews stands up and sees that Brandt's evaded him, he runs over to attack. But Brandt throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Andrews gets back up, but Brandt throws him back down with another arm drag. The crowd cheers. As Andrews gets up, Brandt runs over and connects with a high knee strike, sending Andrews stumbling back into the corner.

Clement: Brandt has not let her recent loss effect her as she looks focused in that ring.

Grayson: She needs to be focused on which members of FGA and FRONTIER is going to take her to task for not choosing sides. It was a simple question. It was Us or Them. Is it was Option A or Option B. Who knew that she was a true blonde underneath all that red hair.

Brandt heads into the corner and delivers the Triple Shot to cheers from the crowd. She then nails Andrews with a forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. She delivers another forearm strike, followed by another elbow strike. She then nails Andrews with a flurry of forearm strikes as he slumps down in the corner. The crowd cheers as Brandt heads towards the center of the ring.

Clement: You think she's imagining that's Chandler Scott's face she's smashing in.

Grayson: I don't know and frankly don't care. She couldn't get the job done against the real thing, that I do know.

Brandt turns, charges back over and delivers a rope aided corner dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She then reaches down, brings Andrews up to his feet and whips him into the opposite corner. Brandt runs across the ring and connects with a corner yakuza kick to cheers from the crowd. She then brings a dazed Andrews from out of the corner and delivers the 51% to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALEXIA BRANDT!

Brandt gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Brandt has qualified for the Frontier Lion's Cup. She will now face none other than Johnny Karma in the quarterfinals.

Grayson: She got an easy win here tonight. Next time, she won't be so lucky.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(( We cut to Adam Stryker standing in the center of the ring, mic in hand. ))

Adam Stryker: You suckers all know who I am. I came to FGA to win the tag team titles as a part of the takeover Mike Tomkins planned. As a man who is not even contracted to the company. But outawesoming all of you will not be the only thing I leave here... as you know, I am an owner and head trainer of Stryke Dojo in London and my hometown of Los Angeles. And one of the LA students just got an FGA contract. Please everyone welcome "Mr. Adventure" Eli Bower!

Stryker points his index at a fan sitting in the front row. The fan looks confused, and so does Stryker.

Adam Stryker: Where the hell-

Crowd Member: I’m over here!

The crowd turns towards the voice to see a man that is standing up and shaking his head, a grin on his face. Stryker shrugs before motioning him to come into the ring. Eli Bower waves his fellow crowd members bye-bye before hopping over the barricade. He grabs another microphone before joining Stryker in the ring. Stryker slaps him on the back rather hard before addressing the audience once more.

Stryker: Welcome to the big leagues, Elliot. I hope you'll represent our great Dojo as it should be represented.

Eli Bower: Thanks for the encouraging words of wisdom, sensei. Ladies and gentlemen, in case you didn’t hear my loud mouthed friend here, my name is Eli Bower. But you can all me, “Mr. Adventure!”

The crowd gives a very light pop, unsure of this new comer.

Eli Bower: I came to FGA to represent the Stryke Dojo, and to plant the seeds to a, hopefully, very promising wrestling career. I’ve been where you all are, watching from the outside looking in. But being on the outside just wasn’t doing it for me. So I got off my tail and began to learn the basics. I left my life in Olympia, Washington and flew to L.A. to chase my dream of one day becoming a legendary figure in wrestling and now I’m in the best damn wrestling promotions on the East Coast. I’ve traveled across the country, motivated by merely an inkling of faith that my dreams were concrete and this is where it’s brought me. Folks, life is what you make it and I’m going make mine exactly the way I like it. I hope to inspire you all to do the same.

The fans give a lighthearted pop as Stryker pats Eli on the back once more. He grabs Eli’s arm and holds it up receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

Justice Young: Hello everyone. I'm Justice Young. And with me right now is one of the first four qualifiers for the Frontier Lions Cup, Alison James. Alison, welcome.

Alison James: Thank you very much. It's a pleasure to be here, Justice.

Justice Young: First, I must ask how comfortable are you being put into this role of an active competitor in FGA? I know this isn't exactly what you originally signed up for. Do you feel any pressure? Any nervousness?

Alison James: Any nervousness I may have felt upon debuting was gone by the time the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time in my match against Fable Rowen. I never felt nervous about the potential of losing; only about the potential of being a slight bit on the rusty side. I'd say I performed admirably, and if that was what I'm capable of when I'm unpracticed, imagine what I'll be pulling off when I'm performing at my peak.

Justice Young: There are a couple of names that have already qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup. And even more will be determined later on today. How does it feel to be a part of this field of 8?

Alison James: It's exciting to be the standout competitor in a field of highly skilled individuals. When I win the Frontier Lions Cup, I want to be able to look behind me and know that I beat the very best FGA had to offer to get there. A major victory against minor opponents does nothing for the winner in the long run. If you wish to disagree, just take a look at what people still say to this day about the last competitor to hold the Frontier Lions Cup.

Justice Young: Judging by the brackets, you'll be facing the winner of Jason Richards and Chaths in the Quarterfinals. Do you have a particular preference as to who you'd like to face?

Alison James: Not at all. The name doesn't matter to me one bit. The match ends the same way regardless; Alison James moves on to the semi-finals in her first of three awe-inspiring victories at Above and Beyond II.

Justice Young: If Emily Corlen was sitting with us here right now, what do you think she would say to you?

Alison James: It's humorous that you mention that, because I only just got off the phone with her earlier today. She's proud of me, certainly, and she told me that she never would have volunteered me for her position on the FGA roster if she didn't know that I could not only handle it, but thrive. I intend to do just that. As my sister Katie would say, "wind me up and watch me go".

Justice Young: Any last words?

Alison James: You may be better served asking my future opponents for last words. My story continues.

Justice Young: Thank you for your time, Alison.

Alison James: And you, Justice.

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Jason Richards vs. Chaths

The sound of a wolf howling through out the arena can be heard as the lights go out. The lights then begin to flash red, white, and blue as Richards appears from behind the curtain.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 202 pounds. He is "The American Wolf" JASON RICHARDS!

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

Clement: I cannot wait for this one. These two men hit hard. They hit fast. And they are going to beat the stuffing out of each other in this one. People talk about certain grapplers here in FGA. But one man who in my mind is underrated is Jason Richards. He has routinely been in the Top 10 of the Power Rankings since seemingly his arrival in FGA. He has amassed an impressive record. And a win here tonight could get him one step closer to an FGA Championship Match.

Grayson: On paper, Richards has everything that you want. He's dedicated. In great shape. Talented. The fans connect with him. But there's something missing. He's missing "it". He's missing that "x" factor. Maybe he finds it tonight. For his sake, he better.

The lights in the arena go of as the opening seconds of “Nibiru” by Ab-Soul begins to fill the venue. “Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Fuck I’m doin’ talkin’ ‘bout pineal glands? Ancient ways of Sumerians. Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man. Uh, this is my Anunaki flow. Oh, this be my Anunaki flow. Yo, I got that Anunaki flow. You are now on Planet X. I’m the God, show your respect. Hiiipower.” The lights come on to reveil Chaths standing at the top of the ramp with his hooded, sleeveless trench coat on and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 205 pounds.... CHATHS!

Making his way down to the ring, Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. He uses the steps to enter the ring, stopping at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk before entering the ring through the top and second rope. He silently goes to his corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Chaths then places his tonfa in his corner. Hopping up to take a seat on top of the turnbuckle, he patiently waits for his opponent.

Grayson: There is nothing pleasant about this man. He is mean. He is in your face. And he can kick your head off your shoulders at the drop of a dime.

Clement: We've seen the videos of him leading up to his FGA in-ring debut tonight. There is now doubt that this man is volatile and has a short temper. But for as talented as he is, Richards is just as talented. For as hard as he kicks, Richards can kick just as hard. This match will deifnitely be the litmus test for Chaths.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. After leaning in to each other and touching foreheads, the two have heated words as the crowd cheers. Chaths then shoves Richards back. But Richards comes back with a shove of his own. Chaths storms over and shoves Richards again. But Richards comes right back with a push of his own. Both men then lunge forward and lock up. After jockeying for position, Richards moves Chaths into the corner. As Richards presses Chaths against the corner, the ref heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly make a clean break. While Richards still has his hands in the air, Chaths shoves him down to the canvas to boos from the crowd. But Richards gets right back up and gets in Chath's face. The crowd cheers. Chaths shoves him back, but Richards storms right back over and gets in his face again. The crowd cheers. After Chaths shoves him back, Richards challenges Chaths to hit him. Chaths obliges, nailing Richards with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. But Richards comes right back with a hard chop of his own. Chaths delivers another knife-edge chop. But Richards responds with another chop of his own. Chaths then sizes up Richards before delivering a shoot kick to the chest. Richards responds with a shoot kick to the leg. Chaths throws out another shoot kick to the chest. Richards then delivers another shoot kick to the leg. Chaths comes back with two shoot kicks to the chest. Richards responds with shoots kicks to the left and right thighs. Chaths then delivers a roundhouse kick, followed by a spinning back kick to the head, followed by a bicycle kick to the chest that knocks Richards down. The crowd boos.

Grayson: So much for that, Richards.

Clement: Richards challenged Chaths to hit him. But he might be regretting that now.

Chaths goes over, picks up Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chaths goes for a lariat. But Richards ducks. When Chaths turns around, Richards nails him with alternating shoot kicks to the thigh, followed by a spinning back to the midsection. The crowd cheers. While Chaths is doubled over, Richards grabs him and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Richards steps back and delivers four shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers. He then takes Chaths and whips him into the opposite corner. As Richards runs across the ring, Chaths bounces from out of the corner and cuts him off with a lariat, turning him inside out to boos from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Grayson: Again, Richards tries to hit Chaths as hard as he can. But Chaths hits back much, much harder.

Chaths picks him up, applies a Muay Thai clinch and delivers alternating knee strikes to the head. Once he lets go, he nails Richards with an elbow strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Chaths then heads over, grabs Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chaths bends over to set up a back body drop. But Richards leap frogs over him. When Chaths stands up and turns around, Richards nails him with a shoot kick to the midsection. While Chaths is doubled over, Richards grabs him and delivers a swinging fisherman suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chaths kicks out.

Richards picks up Chaths and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest before climbing up onto the middle rope and nailing Chaths with a shoot kick to the face. The crowd cheers. After Richards hops down, he takes Chaths and whips him into the corner. He charges across the ring and connects with a corner forearm strike to cheers from the crowd. After bringing Chaths from out of the corner, Richards throws him down with a Saito Suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up.

Clement: With FRONTIER vs FGA 2 coming up and with Alexia Brandt firmly siding with TEAM LION, I wonder where Richards sees himself. He's basically in the exact same spot at Brandt. And Chandler has put some pressure on him to make a choice.

Grayson: If he's smart, he'll learn from the errors of Brandt's ways and choose FGA.

As Richards tries to pick up Chaths, Chaths grabs him by the front of his tights with both hands and jerks back, sending Richards stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. Chaths gets up and runs into the ropes as Richards gets up on the outside. When Richards turns around, he turns right into a baseball slide from Chaths to boos from the crowd. Chaths then slips underneath the bottom rope before pulling himself up onto the apron. He waits impatiently for Richards to get up. When Richards turns around, Chaths runs along the apron, dives off and knocks him down with a flying spinning heel kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a dizing kick off the apron by Chaths!

Grayson: This man can kick you from any angle imaginable.

Chaths picks up Richards, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Richards gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Chaths picks up Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Chaths nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then takes Richards and whips him into the corner. After taking a few steps back, Chaths runs across the ring and delivers a cartwheel into a jumping twisting enzuigiri to boos from the crowd. He then brings Richards from out of the corner and applies a standing guillotine choke. The crowd boos as Richards can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. When Richards refuses to quit, Chaths cinches in the hold, applying even more pressure. Chaths grunts as he leans back, trying to cut off the oxygen to Richards' brain. The ref asks Richards if he wants to give up, but Richards doesn't answer. So the ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But again, he gets no answer.

Grayson: It's over, Kev. Chaths just choked out Richards!

The ref raises Richards' arm. It falls down as the crowd sighs. The ref raises his arm again. It falls back down. Chaths can be seen smiling as he's got the match all but won. The ref raises Richards' arm a third time. It starts to fall, then shoots back up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: NO! It's not over! It's not over yet! Richard still has some fight left in him!

Grayson: How!?

Chaths is shocked that Richards hasn't passed out. The crowd begins to rally behind Richards as Richards shakes his arm. After nailing Chaths with punches to the midsection, he counters with a bridging northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Chaths bridges up, turns over and nails him with a knee to the midsection. The crowd boos. He then hoists Richards up and throws him down with a front suplex. As Richards stands up on his knees, Chaths runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Richards with a shining yakuza kick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chaths picks up Richards and then throws him down with a scoop slam. After stepping through the ropes, Chaths begins to climb the turnbuckles. But Richards turns over, gets up, runs into the corner, runs up to the second ropes and nails Chaths with repeated forearm strikes to the head. The crowd cheers. He then grabs Chaths and delivers a superplex to cheers from the crowd. Without letting go of Chaths, Richards floats over, pulls Chaths up to his feet, hoists him up and plants him with a brainbuster to cheers from the crowd. Richards gets up, does the throat slash taunt and throws his index finger in the air to cheers from the crowd. After storming across the ring, Richards steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs.

Clement: How did he get up from that?

Grayson: I don't know, but I'm glad that he did!

Richards gets up, walks across the ring and steps through the ropes. As he walks along the apron and climbs the turnbuckles, Chaths kips up, darts across the ring, leaps up onto the top ropes and nails Richards with a series of rapid headbutts. He then scoops Richards up onto his shoulders and fall back, delivering an avalanche samoan drop to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Samoan drop off the top! Chaths just delivered a samoan drop off the top rope!

Grayson: Okay, now it's over.

Chaths picks up Richards, scoops him up across his shoulders and drives him down with the End of Days. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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“Nibiru” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHATHS!

The ref goes to raise Chaths' arm, but Chaths pulls his arm away from him.

Clement: What a hard hitting match that was. from the superplex followe dby the brainbuster to the samoan drop off the top. But Chaths was able to defeat Richards in his FGA debut. He advances in the Frontier Lions Cup where he will meet Alison James.

Grayson: After seeing Chaths in the ring, I'm positive that Alison is now regretting that she ever stepped in for Emily Corlen.

[FGA Office]