Providence DVD Taping (7.20.13)

[FGA Office]

(( We see Chaths walking down the hallway following his matchup against Jason Richards, Sekhmet in hand. He turns a corner and bumps into Johnny Blayze who was heading in the opposite direction. Blayze is wearing his ring gear with an “Embrace The Hate” t-shirt. ))

Blayze: Ah...one puts the word out and it comes back tenfold. Such a pleasure to see you, Chaths. And congratulations on your match against Jason Richards tonight.

Chaths: The pleasure is all mine, my friend. Richards is in the past now. What is important is that I have just taught this company the rudimentary principles of mercilessness, and I’m only getting started.

Blayze: And that is exactly why I wanted to speak with you. I’ve now seen you operate both in AND out of the ring which makes it very clear to me that you and I share a group mind. We see the world in the same shade, you might say. One colored by the darkness that lurks inside all of us. Your thoughts on the concept of “mercy” in particular struck quite the chord in my psyche.

(Chaths smirks at Blayze.)

Chaths: Where are you going with this, Blayze?

Blayze: Well...I think such a mindset shared can only go so far without accompanied by action. How about you and I tear this company from it’s foundation as a united front rather than two lone wolves scouring through the night?

(Chaths steps up to Blayze and gets in his face, a feral look in his eyes. Blayze stands his ground, a look of pure intensity in his eyes. The two men stare down one another for a moment before Chaths smirks and backs off.)

Chaths: Very well Blayze, I accept your offer.

Blayze: Perfect. This company won’t know what hit it then. When we’re done, it’ll be nothing but darkness. And like my mentor Orson Thomas says, “It is not to be thought that a life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. For there IS no sorrowing. Sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death; and death and dying are the very life of the darkness.”

Chaths: Words of inspiration from a wise man. I look forward to working with you very soon, my friend.

Blayze: The pleasure shall be all mine.

(( The two men share an evil smirk before separating to go on with their original paths as we cut back to ringside. ))

[FGA Office]

[ LAST SATURDAY ]

Young: Okay! I'm Justice Young. And with me right now is one of the first four qualifiers for the Frontier Lions Cup, Kevin Hardaway. Kevin, welcome.

Hardaway: Thanks for having me, man.

Young: First, a bit on interpromotional business to get out of the way first. At Unsanctioned, you were this clsoe to securing a Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER contract. But thanks to Chandler Scott and the rest of the Godfathers of Wrestlers, you failed to win a job back there. After all you've done for and all you've given to that company, how does it feel to be on the outside looking in?

Hardaway: There...there is no outside looking in. Am I pissed off that somebody decided to cost me back into the company that got me back into wrestling? A little. But, I said my keeps. My only keeps. If Chandler and the rest of the Godfathers of Wrestling want to keep me out of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, then that's fine by them. Let them run rampant. Although it's amazing that they all think they're something when their old leader completely bailed on FRONTIER by ripping up that Unsanctioned contract, pretty much making that entire match completely worthless. But it's also amazing that their "new" leader also bailed on THIS Frontier as well.

There is no outside. I'm inside. I'm where I belong, and I made that clear two weeks ago. Chandler got the message and tomorrow, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER will be seen that message. Simple as that.

Young: Everyone knows of the animosity there is between you and Chandler Scott. This all pretty much started when you made your surprise appearance during Final Frontier. And since then, he's become borderline obsessed with breaking you both physically and mentally. How have you been able to overcome everything that he's put you through?

Hardaway: It's weird that everybody thinks that I'm both broken mentally and physically sometimes when it's quite clear that I'm not. Sure, I don't run my mouth on Twitter like he does, but that's because it's stupid to get involved with petty squabbles like that. It's fun sometimes, but on other days, I just want to shut my phone off because it keeps lighting up with tweets that name drops me. Not to mention the excessive texts and words from fans...on both sides.

So the bastard broke my arm. Whoop-de-friggin-do. I think I've told everybody that my arm has had problems for years. I just never got it taken care of, because it didn't need taken care of. Chandler just finally did the deed that has been ready for the past 5 years. The only problem he did was put me back at 100%. And that's where I'm at now...both physically AND mentally. Or, as the old faithful fanbase likes to use..."unbreakable". Even with a broken arm, I was "unbreakable" and I am now. Chandler just helped out his worst enemy. And as they say, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend!"

Pft, I shouldn't even use the "f" word, so apologies for that language just now.

But just know, that there's a little event on August 25th. I've laid the challenge down. And that's all I'll say about that.

Young: Let's shift gears to FGA, shall we? At All-Star Showdown II, you nearly did the impossible. You almost walked out of Steel Cage Mayhem by defeating all three members of The Murder by yourself. Do you feel that Pat Gordon, Jr and Ryan Kidd let you down with their performance?

Hardaway: I haven't talked to Kidd, and who the hell knows where he's at right now. He's been non-existent really since him and Pat asked me to join them, but I have talked to Pat and he has apologized to me countless times. And I've accepted it every single time. He was just outnumbered after Kidd was eliminated and his head hasn't been in the right place, and I told him that I understood everything. I've been down that road before...trust me.

He's a good person. And I'm not disappointed at him one single bit. Hell, he was proud of me because I ALMOST defeated the Murder all by myself. That helps the confidence a lot.

Young: Judging by the brackets, you'll be facing the winner of Wade Nolan and Camellia D. Magna in the Quarterfinals. Do you have a particular preference as to who you'd like to face?

Hardaway: To me, I'm one of those people who doesn't care who I'm put into a ring against, unless it's somebody very important, so it means nothing to me. They are both really good wrestlers and it'd be a great showing to whomever comes out on top.

Just be aware, Wade and Camellia that whoever gets their hand raised, you have to walk into MY house. MY home. Just...just keep an eye out. As I posted on my Twitter, I will be opening the show at home AND closing the show at home. And that just goes for whomever is going to be in my path, whether it be one of you, or the winner of Johnny Blayze/Noah van Dyke or perhaps the woman in the middle of all of this in Alexia Brandt. I don't know what's going to happen. Simple as that.

Young: Any last words?

Hardaway: I think I'm good. I pretty much said what was needed to be said. Everybody knows what to do.

Young: Thank you for your time, Kevin.

Hardaway: Thank you, Justice.

[FGA Office]

Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match
Wade Nolan vs. Camellia D. Magna

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. Introducing first, now residing out of Los Angeles, California by way of London, England. Weighing in at 265 pounds..... WADE NOLAN!

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

Clement: Wade Nolan, looking to inflict some more pain for his gain tonight as he takes on Camellia D. Magna in this Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Match. If he wins here tonight, he's headed to Above & Beyond II.

Grayson: And he will. This man is focused. He's learned from that loss back at All-Star Showdown II. And he's going to break this southern belle in half.

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face.

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

She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Clement: Camellia D. Magna is looking to get herself back into the FGA Championship picture. Just a couple of months ago, she was mere moments away from getting an FGA Championship Match. Now, the road is much tougher. But a win here tonight will go a long way.

Grayson: It would go a long way. Too bad that it's not happening. There is no doubt that Cami is talented. But her opponent outweights her by over 100 pounds. But just like at the size difference between the two!

The bell sounds as Wade quickly tries to cut off the ring, trapping Cami in the corner. She goes to her left, but Wade cuts her off. She then goes to her right, but again, Wade cuts her off. She fakes to her left, then tries to dart to the right. But again, Wade cuts her off. He smirks as he shakes his head to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cami takes the fight right to him, nailing him with a series of right hands to the face. But the cheers turn to boos once Wade shoves Cami down to the canvas.

Clement: Cami didn't let Wade intimidate her and went right after him.

Grayson: But we see how well that turned out.

Wade reaches down, yanks Cami up by the hair and shoves her into the corner. As Wade approaches the corner, Cami throws out two kicks to the midsection. She then hammers away with a barrage of forearm strikes to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Wade nails her with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling her over. He then delivers a headbutt that knocks her down to the mat. Wade picks Cami back up and shoves her into the corner. He lunges forward, delivering a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection. He then grabs Cami by her hair with both hands and flings her towards the center of the ring. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Just effortless. It's like he's tossing a sack of laundry across the ring.

As Cami slowly gets up, Wade runs from out of the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks. When Wade turns around, she delivers a series of knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. She then runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Wade knocks her down with a standing shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. He then stands over Cami, reaches down, grabs her by the neck with both hands and yanks her back up to her feet. The crowd boos as Wade begins to choke Cami. But the boos turn to cheers when Cami nails him in the ears with a bell clap. While Wade holds his ears in pain, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a dropkick to the knee. The crowd cheers. While Wade is down on one knee, Cami connects with a step up enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Wade shoves Cami off of him to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Cami connects with that kick to the head. But it doesn't keep Wade down for long.

Grayson: And he basically just bench pressed Cami right off of him.

As Wade gets up, Cami goes over to attack him. But Wade grabs her and flings her into the corner. The crowd boos. Wade runs into the corner, but Cami nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Wade stumbles back, Cami runs from out of the corner. But Wade takes her down with a clawhold STO to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Wade picks up Cami, grabs a hold of her and throws her down with the sidewinder suplex. The crowd boos as Cami arches her back in pain. Wade picks her up by her hair and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Wade throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as Cami can be seen cringing in pain. Wade picks her back up by her hair and whips her hard into the corner. As Cami stumbles out, Wade throws her down with the W.I.N. Slam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: I don't know how much more of this she can take.

Grayson: Neither do I. What is she trying to prove? Just stay down.

Wade picks her up, lifts her up across his back and then plants her with the Nolan Shot. The crowd boos as he turns her over and makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How is she doing this?

Clement: Despite the size different, Cami has tons of heart.

Grayson: Yeah, well, she's going to have tons of broken bones, too, once Wade gets done with her.

As Wade picks her up, Cami nails him with a couple of right hands to the midsection. But Wade quickly delivers a clubbing shot to the back, bringing Cami down to her knees in pain. Wade goes to pick her back up. But she catches him off guard with a small package. The crowd cheers.

Clement: This could be it!

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Wade kicks out.

Clement: NO!

As both grapplers get up, Wade darts over and goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks, sending Wade into the ropes. When Wade comes back, Cami knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Wade gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Wade kicks out.

Clement: Look at Cami go! She's got some momentum back on her side!

Cami picks up Wade and goes for an irish whip. But Wade reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami hits the ropes, she hooks her arms around the top rope to stop her momentum. Wade sees this, so he runs over to attack. But Cami counters with a drop toe hold onto the middle rope. The crowd cheers. While Wade is in position, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she runs across the ring, swings through the middle & top ropes and connects with a tiger feint kick to the face. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Kick right to the face! And now she's got Wade Nolan reeling!

Cami waits patiently on the apron for Wade to get up. Once he finally gets up and turns around, Cami springboards onto the top rope, dives off and takes him down with the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd. She hooks the leg.

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Wade kicks out to boos from the crowd. Cami looks up at the ref in disbelief.

Clement: How did he kick out of that!?

While Wade slowly gets up, Cami steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for him to turn around. When he turns around, Cami dives off the top turnbuckle and goes for a missile dropkick. But Wade steps back and swats her down to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Cami, grabs her and delivers the reverse STO Clutch. The crowd boos as Cami groans in pain. Wade tightens his grip and pulls back, increasing the pressure. The ref asks Cami if she wants to give up. She tries to fight it off. But the pain is too much and she ends up tapping out. The crowd boos.

"Ungrateful" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, WADE NOLAN!

Wade walks around the ring with his arms held high to boos from the crowd.

Clement: So close. Cami was so close to pulling off that comeback.

Grayson: But Wade Nolan was just too strong for her.

Clement: I guess so . And with that, Wade Nolan advances to the quarterfinals where he will meet "Unbreakable" Kevin Hardaway! That should be a good one.

Grayson: Well if Chandler taught us anything, it is that Hardaway is quite breakable. And for as strong as he is, Wade is twice is powerful. If I were Hardaway, I would be looking to get out of this match a.s.a.p!

[FGA Office]

(( We cut to the backstage area to see A.J. Fairchild kneeling down in the locker room. He is meditating with his eyes closed and a pair of headphones loosely over his ears. The camera's zoom in closer to A.J. who doesn't move an inch. He sits there quietly preparing his mind for his epic collision with Bob Pooler that was coming up next. A.J. the suddenly addresses the cameras right in front of him. Opening his eyes slowly and with a serious demeanor. ))

A.J. Fairchild: "I used to fear the unknown. In fact it still kind of creeps me out. But tonight, I'm confident...no...I'm damn sure that I will beat Bob Pooler back to the shadows where he belongs. But tonight... it's much bigger than that. See somewhere along the lines of my lull everyone in FGA has gotten the idea of me all wrong. I may have taken a few months off, but wrestling is one thing that I'll never forget how to do. FGA thinks of me as a constant underdog. I don't think he'll last against so and so..."

A.J. gives a small smirk as he looks into the camera eyeing it at the fullest. He then lifts up a taped hand extending his index straight up to the ceiling of the locker room. The camera pans up to see the finger and pans back down at A.J. who then pulls back the hood over his head.

A.J. Fairchild: "One... It won't matter tonight. One... It will change everything tonight. One... One match. One chance. One opportunity. Like I said... the unknown always looms but not tonight. Tonight I remind everyone just who the fuck I am... Tonight I walk into that ring a former FGA Heavyweight Champion... And after I leave that ring I'll be leaving as your future FGA Heavyweight champion."

(( With that A.J. got up to his feet and began to head out of the locker room ready for his match. ))

[FGA Office]

Number One Contenders Match
A.J. Fairchild vs. Bob Pooler

The sound of television static plays for a few ominous seconds over the P.A. system. The static slowly fades out and is replaced by a deep voice over man that sounds similar to Muhammad Ali.

"I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was... And If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize."

After the voice finishes, the beginning score for "Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep begin to play over the arena's P.A. system. The fans immediately get to their feet and begin a "A.J.'s Gonna Kill You" chant.

"Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas.
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share"

A.J. then emerges from the curtains and stands on top of the entrance ramp. He is wearing his ring gear with an unbuttoned Derek Jeter Yankee jersey. He hops up and down on the top of the ramp as his entrance music continues.

"For all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for himself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to"

A.J. then begins to makes his way down the entrance ramp. He throws a couple of quick punching combinations to get loose and limber. He then makes it down to the bottom of the ramp. A.J. then quickly hops onto the ring apron. A.J. walks the length of the apron and heads towards a turnbuckle. A.J. steps himself up to the top and overlooks the crowd.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Queens, New York. Weighing in at 187 pounds. He is "FGA's Last Son", A...................... J............... FAIRCHILD!

"They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched"

A.J. thrust both arms into the air and encourages the FGA fans in attendance to keep up the "A.J.'s gonna kill you chant" A.J. then motions with his hands for them to get louder, and cups a hand over his ear.

"Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look"

A.J. hops down from the turnbuckle into the ring. He then rushes towards the ropes, running them until he performs a dry elbow martini while giving a loud battle cry. The chorus of his theme dies down as A.J. removes the jersey and tosses it to the outside. He then walks to his corner leaning against it waiting for his match to start.

“Unleashed” blasts out of the speakers as the curtain is pulled back and out steps Pooler. Cellphone flashes illuminate him in an almost strobe light affect as he stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd.

Clement: A.J. Fairchild has been focused on one thing and one thing only since his return: getting his championship back.

Grayson: "His" championship? Oh? I don't recall seeing his name on any belt. And the last I checked, that belt belongs to Chris Q, the same man that dropped A.J. on his head and beat him for it.

Cruz: And his opponent, representing The Murder. From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at 218 pounds.... BOB POOLER!

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

Clement: Bob Pooler has the chance to walk out of this match the new #1 contender for the FGA Championship. Pooler has stated on many occassions that he isn't here for championships. However, he's got to be licking his chops at the prospect of bringing that belt back to The Murder.

Grayson: I'm sure he is. But here's the thing. Chris Q has beaten Malcolm Drake. He's beaten Dom Harter. He's beaten Chris Bond not once, but twice. Pooler is the last name left on Chris Q's hit list. Is he sure that he wants to put himself in the line of fire when Chris Q is the one with his hand on the trigger?

The bell sounds as both men circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Fairchild places Pooler in a side headlock. He quickly performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. But Pooler leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. He jerks the arm, causing Fairchild to cringe in pain. Fairchild then reaches back with his free arm and nails Pooler with an elbow to the face. He then reapplies the side headlock. Pooler can be heard groaning in pain as Fairchild cinches in the hold. After three elbows to the midsection, Pooler reaches up and slowly pries Fairchild's arm from around his neck. He then steps down on the back of Fairchild's knee, bringing him down to one knee while applying a top wristlock. He cinches in the hold, causing Fairchild to cringe in pain. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up, but Fairchild refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wrench. The crowd cheers. Fairchild cinches in the hold, causing Pooler to cringe in pain. The ref asks Pooler if he wants to give up, but Pooler refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, gets up on one knee, turns and swipes Fairchild's leg out from under him with his free arm, knocking Fairchild down to the canvas. The crowd boos as Pooler lunges over and applies a grounded side headlock. But Fairchild is somehow able to slip out and counter with a grounded hammerlock to cheers from the crowd. He jerks the arm, causing Pooler to cringe in pain.

Clement: Nice display of chain wrestlign thus far with Fairchild gaining the upper hand.

While Pooler is still face down on the canvas, Fairchild keeps the hammerlock applied. He then performs a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. The crowd cheers as Pooler groans in pain. Fairchild performs another handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. The crowd cheers. The ref asks Pooler if he wants to give up, but Pooler refuses to quit. So Fairchild gets up off of Pooler and slowly brings him up to his knees. Fairchild then quickly executes a la magistral to cheers from the crowd.

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Pooler kicks out.

As both wrestlers get up, Fairchild brings Pooler back down to the canvas with a double leg takedown. As Fairchild reaches down to grab his legs, Pooler executes a kip up legscissors takeover to boos from the crowd. As both men get up, Pooler grabs Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler bends over to set up a back body drop. Fairchild then stops in front of Pooler, turns away from him and rolls across his back as Pooler stands up. When Pooler turns around, Fairchild throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Fairchild throws him back down with another arm drag. As Pooler gets up, Fairchild grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Fairchild goes for a hip toss. But Pooler steps through it and counters with a monkey flip to boos from the crowd. Fairchild gets up, but Pooler throws him down with an overhead arm drag. Fairchild gets back up, but Pooler throws him back down with another overhead arm drag. As Fairchild gets up, Pooler grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler bends over to set up a back body drop. Fairchild counters with a sunset flip. But Pooler rolls through it and quickly nails Fairchild with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Fairchild kicks out.

Clement: Both of these men are so fast and so agile and we're seeing it on display in the early goings of this match.

Pooler picks up Fairchild and wrings his arm. The crowd boos as Pooler grabs him by the wrist and wrings his arm again. The ref asks Fairchild if he wants to give up. When Fairchild refuses to quit, Pooler yanks him by the arm, dropping him down to one knee in pain. Fairchild then performs a handstand flip and counters with an arm wrench of his own to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Pooler rolls forward, leans back, kips up, kicks Fairchild in the midsection and takes him down with a rolling cross armbar. The crowd boos as Pooler tries to hyper-extend and ultimately break Fairchild's arm. But Fairchild quickly reaches over with his leg and places his foot on the bottom rope. The ref then gives Pooler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Pooler reluctantly lets go.

Grayson: Bob Pooler has gotten the better of A.J. thus far. If he keeps this up, he's guaranteed that FGA Championship Match.

As Fairchild pulls himself up using the ropes, Pooler attacks him with a series of clubbing shots to the back. The crowd boos. He then turns Fairchild towards him and lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. But Fairchild comes right back with a series of chops of his own. He then takes Pooler and whips him into the corner. Fairchild runs into the corner, but he runs right into a european uppercut to boos from the crowd. After slamming his head into the top turnbuckle, Pooler takes Fairchild and whips him into the opposite corner. Pooler runs across the ring, jumps and connects with a corner clothesline to boos from the crowd. As Fairchild crumbles from out of the corner, Pooler slips through the ropes and stands on the apron. Once Fairchild gets up and turns around, Pooler leaps up and goes for a slingshot clothesline. But Fairchild counters with a snap powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Pooler kicks out.

Fairchild picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Fairchild nails him with Lion's Roar to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler stands in a dazed state, Fairchild kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a snap DDT. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Again, Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Fairchild picks up Pooler and throw him down with a scoop slam. He then runs towards the ropes. Fairchild hops onto the middle rope, flips back and goes for a lionsault. Pooler rolls out of the way. But Fairchild is able to land safely on his feet. When Pooler gets up, Fairchild takes him down with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler gets up in the corner, Fairchild runs over and connects with a corner dropkick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Fairchild now buidling momentum in this match. He knows what it means to be the FGA Champion. He knows what he had to go through to get that championship. He isn't about to let this opportunity pass him by again.

Fairchild picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Fairchild bends over to set up a back body drop. Pooler stops and quickly hooks Fairchild's arms, setting him up for the Midnight:30 to boos from the crowd. Fairchild quickly counters with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Pooler and goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending Fairchild into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler goes for a back body drop. But Fairchild is able to land on his feet to cheers from the crowd. He continues to run into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler throws him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Clement: What a backbreaker by Pooler.

Grayson: There's no getting up from that.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Fairchild and nails him with a european uppercut, sending him stumbling into the corner. Pooler heads into the corner, grabs Fairchild and whips him into the opposite corner. Pooler runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler stumbles back, Fairchild steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But just as he's near the top, Pooler runs up the turnbuckles and connects with a step-up enzuigiri, sending Fairchild flipping down into the ring. The crowd boos as Pooler drags him from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Fairchild gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Fairchild fell hard onto the canvas. But he somehow musters up enough strength to get his shoulder up.


Pooler picks up Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler goes for a clothesline. But Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler goes for a chop to the chest. But again, Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, Pooler goes for a running clothesline. But again, Fairchild ducks and runs into the ropes. As both men head back towards the center of the ring, they both throw out clotheslines, knocking each other down. The ref checks on both men. But neither man seems to be moving. So the ref starts his count.

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

Both men are still down.

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

Both men slowly begin to move around on the ground.

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

Pooler and Fairchild slowly get up to their feet. Pooler throws a right hand. Fairchild comes back with one of his own. Pooler throws another punch. Fairchild comes back with another punch. Pooler throws a haymker, but Fairchild blocks and counters with one of his own. The crowd cheers. Pooler throws another haymaker. This time, Fairchild ducks and counters with another haymker. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Chris Q comes from out of nowhere and knocks both men down with a clothesline. The crowd erupts with boos as the referee calls for the bell.

Clement: What is this!? He's not supposed to be out here! This wasn't even called for.

Grayson: I think Chris Q wants to see his potential challengers up close and personal. I see nothing wrong with this picture.

Fans in the front row jump to their feet and throws their arms up in anger as Chris Q leaves both of his potential challengers on the canvas. He goes over, picks up Pooler and whips him hard into the corner. Pooler "flair flips" over the corner and falls down hard to the floor. The thud from the fall can be heard throughout the building. He then turns to Fairchild, who is trying to slowly pick himself up. Q smiles as he heads over towards Fairchild. He taunts the former champion, raises his arm up and down as if he's trying to will Fairchild to his feet. Once Fairchild stands up, Chris Q kicks him between the legs to boos from the crowd. Fairchild crumbles to the canvas; he clutches himself as he sees in pain.

Grayson: Aaaaaaaand.... the kick is good! You know, Chris Q should probably think about a career in football. It's far more lucrative.

Clement: Oh just stop it! There's nothing funny about what's happening right now.

Grayson: Speak for yourself.

Chris Q heads to the outside, grabs Manny Cruz and throws him out of his chair. He then snatches up the chair, folds it up and waits for Pooler. As Pooler gets up and turns around, he turns aright into a vicious chairshot to the head. Pooler falls backwards like a cut tree. Q then slides into the ring and waits for Fairchild to get up. As fairchild gets up and turns around, Q jabs him in the midsection with the chair, dropping Fairchild down to his knees. After sizing Fairchild up, Q swinsg the chair, clobbering him in the face with it. Q looks aroudn with a smirk on his face. The fans are letting him have it now.

Crowd: CHRIS Q SUCKS! CHRIS Q SUCKS! CHRIS Q SUCKS!

After demanding to be "handed the f*cking mic," the time keeper hands Q the mic. Q snatches it out of his hands. He circles the ring, repeatedly hitting the top of the mic to make sure it's live.

Chris Q: So this is it? This is what FGA gives me for challengers? It's bad enough that they're serving J.T. Cash to me later on tonight on a platter. But these are the two that are battling to challenge me for my title? Who signed off on this bullshit because I damn sure didn't.

(Chris Q looks around and shakes his head as the crowd continues its downpour of boos.)

Chris Q: I thought after kicking Chris Bond's ass a second time and forcing him to leave with his tail tucked between his legs, I thought that this company would give me something good. But instead they give me A.J. Fairchild and one of Malcolm's Drake's minions.

(Chris Q shakes his head in disgust)

Chris Q: Bob Pooler, you were the last name remaining on my list. And it was only a matter of time until I crossed it off. You have done nothing to prove that you even belong in the same ring as me. At least Drake and Dom put up somewhat of a fight. But everytime that I've been near you, you've always jumped me from behind like the coward that you are. Not so hot when Harter and Drake aren't around to cover for you, are you? Fly or Die, is that the motto? It doens't look like you're doing too much flying to me.

(Chris Q makes his way across the ring. he then steps on Fairchild's throat as he yells down at him.)

Chris Q: And then there's you, A.J. All I've heard since you've come back is how you're focused. "Focused" on this. "Focused" on that. The only thing you seem to be focused on is getting your ass kicked by the Big Bad of FGA! I dropped your overrated ass in Canada and took this belt from you. For all your bullshit about how many days you held this thing, I've done more for this belt than you and everyone that came before you. I don't give a damn if you beat John Pariah. Do I look like I give a fuck about a John Pariah? You can be a John Pariah Guy. You can be FGA's Last Son. But just know that whenever you step into a ring with the Big Bad of FGA, you will always be a lesser man than me.

(Chris Q then looks up, addressing the crowd.)

Chris Q: FGA wants to name my opponents, go right ahead. You keep lining them up and I'll keep dropping them with The Compactor. But it won't be Bob Pooler. And it damn sure won't be A.J. Fairchild. You give me something and you give me something good. Because until you do, this belt isn't leaving my waist.

(Chris Q takes his foot off of Fairchild's throat before throwing the mic down. After slipping through the ropes, Q raises his FGA Heavyweight Champion belt to a downpour of boos.)

[FGA Office]

The screen begins to blur with static interference. Then writing begins to form as if it were being type in front of our eyes.

“Do not adjust your set. It is not broken. This is part of the Master Plan. The Takeover is imminent. The Bad Attitude are about to grace your humdrum lives. Watch in awe as they baffle you with their greatness. The PWX have come to take over everything. The end has begun.”

As the screen refocuses, Adam Stryker and Michael Tomkins stand in front of a banner that reads “PWX = The Bad Attitude!” They are both wearing their in ring attire, with matching Bad Attitude black tees and Tomkins is wearing a leather jacket over the top. Stryker pulls a cigarette from behind his ear and proceeds to light it. Tomkins flashes an arrogant smile.

Stryker: Tonight, the Dynamic Duos tournament becomes official. Tonight, the eventual winners will perform and show the world how a tag team is meant to function. But we aren’t here to amuse you. We aren’t here to show off the talents of the FGA to the world. Instead, we will win those Titles and bring them to the PWX.

Stryker takes a long drag of his cigarette as Tomkins steps forward and drops to his knees. He looks down at the floor. Stryker looks down at Tomkins acting indifferent to his partner’s odd behaviour.

Tomkins: My obsessions have driven me to this point. I have hinted at the Master Plan and I have acted indifferent to the suffering and confusion. When I become the first Triple Crown Champion in this company, it is only a matter of time. The end is beginning. From the moment I first re-emerged and sent shockwaves through to the FGA’s very foundation.

Tomkins looks into the camera, remaining on his knees.

Tomkins: By the time I am crowned, I will have earned the respect that I deserve. Oscar Wilde said “Somehow or other I’ll be famous, and if not famous, then I’ll be notorious.” By the time I get the respect I deserve, it will be too late. The Bad Attitude is taking over. We don’t aim to expose the weakness of others. We aim to attack the strengths. We will take out the very core of the FGA. No one is safe. Not even the strong survive. Just us; The SoCal SwitchBlade and The-Raise-The-Bar-Superstar.

Stryker places a hand on Tomkins shoulder, who stands back on his feet.

Stryker: Taking out Cash was a message. It doesn’t matter who you are, Champion or Contender. If we want to take you down, no one can save you.

The screen begins to blur with static interference. Then writing begins to form as if it were being type in front of our eyes.

“Do not adjust your set. It is not broken. This is part of the Master Plan. The Takeover is imminent. The Bad Attitude have spoken. There’s nowhere left to hide. The PWX have come to take over everything. The end has begun.”

[FGA Office]

First Round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament
Heather Halliwell & Wayne Carruthers vs. Bad Attitude

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Austin, Texas. Weighing in at 126 pounds. She is the "Pretty Little Texan," HEATHER HALLIWELL!

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

Clement: Heather Halliwell is a veteran of this business and is quite the accomplished athlete. But it's been her personal life as of late that's been the topic of discussion, as opposed to her skill set and her accolades.

Grayson: Well no one told her to write lovey dovey messages to Dom Harter all over social media. The whole thing is a complete mess if you ask me. But I wonder if her head is in the game.

Clement: Well you've seen the comments from her. She says that she is focused on one thing. And that is advancing past Bad Attitude tonight.

The signature guitar riff from X’s "Wild Thing" begins to play out of the venue’s sound system. Meanwhile, a fog of smoke covers the lower half of the stage before the drum beat enters the musical foray, which cues Wayne Carruthers to make his appearance onto the entrance platform.

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

Welcomed with the audience singing along to his theme song, Carruthers struts away from the stage as the lights from the stage behind him pulsate in rhythm to the rock tune playing aloud. Finally making his way down to the ring, Caruthers climbs atop the apron before entering the squared circle where he shoots his arms out to the side as he clenches his hands into a fist and screaming aloud, much to the admiration of the crowd, before returning his arms nearby his waist.

Clement: It was just two weeks ago in Hartford that Michael Tomkins interferred in Carruthers' match with J.T. Cash, costing him his chance at the Pride Championship.

Grayson: Well only one man is going to take that Pride Championship from Cash. And it's going to be the Raise-The-Bar Superstar. Besides, Tomkins did FGA a solid. When I think of the Pride of FGA, I certainly don't think of some fat slob who wears basketball shorts and sleeveless t-shirts.

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers, which is met by boos that echo throughout the arena. When the heavy starts after the intro, Adam Stryker appears from behind the curtain, wearing his ring attire and the Untouchables tee. He raises his arms, enjoying the heat from the crowd. Michael Tomkins then appears wearing matching attired, but with a studded leather jacket with “Bad Attitude” emblazoned on the reverse side. He turns around to reveal the Tag Team slogan, stepping backwards as Stryker lowers his arms and begins to head to the ring. Tomkins turns around and the two bump elbows together and exchange words.

Cruz: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Ryan Casey. Weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds. They are the team of "The Rogue" Michael Tomkins and "The So-Cal Switchblade" Adam Strykers.... BAD ATTITUDE!

As they approach the ring, both men stop and sit on the apron, looking around the crowd, laughing at their heated response. “You Suck!” begins to be chanted throughout the arena as the two stand up and Tomkins throws his jacket to the floor. They both enter the ring through the middle rope and head to opposing corners. They then feign to climb, before turning and switching sides. When they reach the turnbuckle, they once again feign a climb before heading to the centre of the ring. They meet each other with a double fist pump, before turning, ready for the opening bell.

Clement: Bad Attitude has the chance to get one step closer to those Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Titles. But they face one heck of a tough challenge tonight.

Grayson: Michael Tomkins is focused on becoming the first-ever Triple Crown Winner here in FGA. And with Adam Stryker by his side, not to mention the likes of Timmy Brown, Dan Thorton and KoolStorm, I like his chances.

The bell sounds as Wayne runs over and tackles Tomkins to the mat to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Wayne isn't wasting any time!

He places Tomkins in a headlock and proceeds to hammer away with punches to the forehead. He then picks up Tomkins, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tomkins around, Wayne delivers several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. While Tomkins is doubled over in pain, Wayne grabs a hold of him and whips him into the opposite corner. Wayne charges across the ring and connects with the Ass Attack. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins stumbles from out of the corner, Wayne runs into the ropes. But as Wayne's back hits the ropes, Stryker reaches over and punches him in the back of the head. The crowd boos. Wayne turns around and throws a punch. But Stryker wisely hops down to the canvas. While Wayne yells at Stryker, Tomkins comes from behind with a high knee to the back, sending Wayne stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. The crowd boos as Stryker reaches over and hammers away with left hands to the face of Carruthers. Tomkins then reaches through the ropes and brings Wayne back up to his feet. He then goes to suplex Wayne back into the ring. But Wayne shifts his weight in mid air, causing him to land right on top of Tomkins to cheers from the crowd.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Clement: Wayne let his anger get the better of him. And it ended up putting him in a bad spot.

Grayson: That's exactly why Tomkins did what he did two weeks ago. The man knows what he's doing.

As Tomkins gets up, Wayne grabs him and whips him into the corner. He runs over and connects with another Ass Attack to cheers from the crowd. The crowd erupts into cheers as Wayne tags in Heather Halliwell. Heather gets in and delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. She then brings Tomkins from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending Heather into the ropes. When Heather comes back, Tomkins goes for a back body drop. But Heather is able to slip down from behind, grab Tomkins from behind and execute a russian leg sweep. She quickly rolls through it and applies a cross armbar to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no!

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

The ref asks Tomkins if he wants to give up. But Tomkins refuses to quit. He then rolls over, pinning Heather's shoulders to the mat.

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Heather releases the hold.

As both grapplers get up, Tomkins quickly rakes her across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then delivers an arm wrench followed by a hook kick that knocks her down. He makes the cover.

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Heather kicks out.

Tomkins picks her up, heads into his corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He tags in Adam Stryker.

The crowd cheers as Stryker steps into the ring. He unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the body before delivering an elbow strike. He then brings Heather from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Heather comes back, Stryker goes for a lariat. But Heather ducks, floats over across his back and counters with a crucifix pin to cheers from the crowd.

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Stryker gets his shoulder up.

As both grapplers get up, Heather quickly brings Stryker down to the canvas with a double leg takedown. She then floats over with a jackknife pin.

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Stryker bridges up, turns over and rams her back-first into the corner. The crowd boos.

Stryker proceeds to delivers a series of chops to the chest. He then takes Heather and whips her into the opposite corner. Stryker runs across the ring and goes for a clothesline. But Heather nails him with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Stryker stumbles back, Heather hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, leaps over Stryker and executes a flying sunset flip to cheers from the crowd.

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Stryker gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Heather again almost pulls out a quick win for her and Carruthers.

Grayson: She's deifnitely sly. But Adam Stryker is by no means a rookie.

As both grapplers get up, Heather lunges over, grabs Stryker by his arm and wrings it. The crowd cheers. Heather takes the arm and wrings it again.... and again. The ref asks Stryker if he wants to give up. But Stryker refuses to quit. So Heather drags him over towards her corner and lets Wayne tag himself in. The crowd cheers as Wayne climbs up to the top turnbuckle. While Heather holds out Strykers arm, Wayne jumps off and delivers a flying double ax handle smash to the arm. The crowd cheers as Stryker stumbles across the ring before dropping to his knees in pain.

Clement: Both of these two have been working very well together. Bad Attitude has a bit more time together as a team. But both of these teams have formed fairly recently and are somehow on the same page.

Grayson: Sometimes, it just clicks. And that's what's happened with these two.

Wayne goes over, picks up Stryker and wrings his arm again. He then proceeds to repeatedly yank Stryker's shoulder into his own, causing Stryker to cringe in pain. After another arm wrench, Wayne follows up with a bridging northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Tomkins breaks up the pin with a stomp to the gut, The crowd boos.

Clement: We know what's at stake for Bad Attitude. A win for them gets Tomkins closer to achieving his Triple Crown dreams. They also get to represent PWX. But for Heather and Wayne, if they make it to the finals and so do The Murder, could you image the tension in that one?

Wayne picks up Stryker and whips him into the ropes. When Strykes comes back, Wayne scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He then heads into the corner and tags Heather back in. As Heather climbs up to the top turnbuckle, Wayne scoops up Stryker up onto his shoulders with an electric chair lift. Once in position, Heather jumps off the top turnbuckle, grabs Stryker in mid air and drives him down with a flying bulldog. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as Heather turns him over and makes the cover.

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Tomkins drags Heather off of Stryker to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Wayne gets in and knocks Tomkins down with a clothesline. Heather and Wayne then pick up Bad Attitude and whip them into the ropes. When Bad Attitude comes back, both Wayne and Heather take them down with Lou Thesz Press. The crowd cheers as Wayne mounts on top of Tomkins and hammers away with right hands. Meanwhile, Heather mounts herself on top of Stryker and delivers 12-to-6 elbows to the face.

Clement: Heather and Wayne are taking it to Bad Attitude and they've got this crowd going wild!

Grayson: There's way too many illegal wrestlers in the ring. The ref needs to get in there and break this up.

Wayne and Heather then pick up Bad Attitude and toss them through the ropes and to the outside. After looking at their opponents, they look at each other and give a knowing nod. As Bad Attitude gets up on the outside, Wayne and Heather run into the ropes. When they come back, they charge forward and go for a pair of suicide dives. But Stryker nails Heather in mid-dive with a european uppercut while Tomkins nails Wayne in mid-dive with a spinning backfist. The crowd boos.

Clement: What a counter by Bad Attitude!

Grayson: Beautifully timed! Beautifully timed!

Stryker picks up Heather, rolls her back into the ring, rolls himself back in, drags her away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Heather gets her shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Heather and whips her into the ropes. When Heather comes back, Stryker knocks her down with the Headhunter Kick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Heather gets her shoulder up.

Stryker then picks up Heather, grabs her from behind and delivers a Regal Plex to boos from the crowd. He then goes over and tags Tomkins back in. Once Tomkins gets in, he grabs Heather from behind as Stryker runs into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Tomkins delivers a bridging german suplex, followed by a basement dropkick to Heather's face from Tomkins. The crowd boos.

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Heather gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How in the world did she get her shoulder up? That should have been three!

Tomkins picks up Heather and nails her with a roundhouse kick, followed by a spinning backfist to the face. The crowd boos as Heather is dazed. Tomkins goes to lift her up for a suplex. But Heather slips down from behind and rolls Tomkins up with an O'Conner Roll.

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Stryker breaks up the pin with a lariat to the back of the neck. The crowd boos.

Tomkins gets up and whips Heather into the ropes. When Heather comes back, Tomkins goes for a spinebuster. But Heather counters with a DDT to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: DDT! She just countered with a DDT!

Grayson: But can she make the cover?

As both grapplers get up, Heather runs over, jumps up and delivers a flying headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. Tomkins gets back up, but Heather takes him down with another flying headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Tomkins gets up, Heather grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending Heather into the ropes. When Heather comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Stryker tries to break up the pin with a jumping elbow drop. But Heather moves out of the way, causing Stryker to accidentally hit his partner to cheers from the crowd. As Stryker gets up, Heather connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. Heather picks up Tomkins and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending Heather into the ropes. When Heather comes back, Tomkins goes for another roundhouse kick. But this time, Heather rolls underneath it. After rolling up to her feet, she turns and faces Tomkins. Tomkins charges and goes for a clothesline. But Heather ducks, sending Tomkins colliding into Stryker on the apron to cheers from the crowd. As Tomkins stumbles back, Heather delivers an inverted facelock breaker, followed by locking him in the dragon sleeper. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Heather's got the drgon sleeper applied! This could be it for Bad Attitude!

Tomkins can be heard groaning in pain as the crowd cheers. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Tomkins refuses to quit. He then reaches up with his free arm and grabs Heather by her long locks. After yanking down and pulling on her head, Tomkins reaches up and desperately tries to knee her in the head. The crowd boos as the hold is broken. Tomkins then picks her up and throws her down with a scoop slam. After stepping through the ropes, Tomkins climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for a high angle guillotine leg drop. But Heather rolls out of the way, causing Tomkins to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers. Heather then gets up, runs across the ring, hops onto the middle rope, flips back and connects with the Cowgirl Ride to cheers from the crowd.

Heather rolls off of Tomkins and begins clawing her way over towards her corner. Meanwhile, Stryker is repeatedly stomping on the apron as he tries to will Tomkins over to their corner.

Grayson: Who is going to make it to their corner first!?

Heather continues to scratch and claw her away across the ring. Wayne reaches out with his right hand while repeatedly slapping the top turnbuckle pad with his left. The crowd begins clapping in unison with Wayne's slaps on the turnbuckle. She reaches up and tags in Wayne. The crowd erupts with cheers as Wayne slingshots himself into the ring. Tomkins then rolls forward, dives and tags in Stryker. The crowd boos as Stryker gets in the ring.

Grayson: Here we go!

Both men rush towards the center of the ring and trade blows. The punches fly back and forth until Wayne gains the other hand. The crowd cheers as Wayne continues to rock Stryker. He then hooks both of Styker's arms, rattles off a series of trapping headbutts, lets go, grabs him from behind, lifts him up, turns and throws him down with the Waynalizer. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Tomkins breaks up the pin with a baseball slide to Wayne's head. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Phew!

Clement: Tomkins with the timely save!

Bad Attitude then picks up Wayne and whips him into the ropes. When Wayne comes back, they go for a double clothesline. But Wayne ducks. When Bad Attitude turns around, Heather leaps off the top rope and takes Tomkins down with a flying hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Wayne takes Stryker down with a cross body block. He then picks up Stryker, scoops him up across his shoulders, runs forward and delivers the Cleveland Steamer to cheers from the crowd. Heather then climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying headbutt to cheers from the crowd. As Tomkins slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, Heather runs over to attack him. But Tomkins pulls down on the top rope, sending her tumbling to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Did you hear how hard she smacked the floor?

Clement: I did. But how hurt is she?

Back in the ring, Wayne picks up Stryker and whips him into the ropes. Tomkins makes the blind tag. When Stryker comes back, Wayne throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up and points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. So Wayne steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. But once he's near the top, Ryan Casey climbs up onto the apron, distracting both him and the referee.

Clement: He's got no business up there! Come on, ref, and remove him from ringside!

While Wayne is distracted, Tomkins darts into the corner, springboards onto the top turnbuckle and connects with a step-up enzuigiri that can be heard throughout the building. The crowd boos. As Casey hops down, a groggy Stryker turns over and sees Casey giving him two thumbs up. Back in the ring, Tomkins climbs up onto the middle ropes, shifts Wayne across his shoulders, leaps off and plants him with The Finishing Touch to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Nightmare" play as the crowd erupts with boos.

Cruz: Here are your winners, BAD ATTITUDE!

After the match, Casey claps as he makes his way up the steps and gets in the ring. He steps in between Bad Attitude and raises Tomkins' arm in the air to boos from the crowd. He then lets go, turns to Stryker and raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd. Stryker glares at Casey with a look of disgust. As Casey gives him a mischievous smile, Stryker turns him inside out with a short-arm lariat.

Clement: And that's how Stryker says thank you after Casey's interference allowed them to sneak away with a victory.

Grayson: They didn't sneak anything. They took advantage of the situation at hand. And now, Bad Attitude advances.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
"Champion vs. Champion"
Chris Q vs. J.T. Cash

Cruz: This next contest is a “Champion vs. Champion” non-title match, scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit, and it is your main event....

The lights strobe throughout the arena, as the first notes of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system, the crowd all move towards the guard rails as there standing at the top of the ramp having broken through the curtains is J.T.Cash.

Cruz: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the reigning Frontier Grappling Arts Pride Champion... J.T. Cash!

Dressed in his usual black track pants with Enigma written down the side of one leg, a dark zip up hoody covering his face he stands at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth from side to side. As the lights start to slow down in their strobing it settles on J.T. Cash looking to each corner of the arena nodding he pounds on his chest then points in to the air in his usual tribute. He walks towards the ring with a purpose holding out his hands to reach out to the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and taking his place in the ring. As the fans cheer his name he lifts off his hood and a smirk develops over his face, his arms outstretched welcoming the fans admiration.

Clement: J.T. Cash, our Pride champion, getting a warm reception from the fans here in Providence.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. And the crowds cheers turn into a chorus of boos.

Grayson: The fans may love and respect Cash, but make no mistake about it this man does not care one lick about what the fans think or about J.T. Cash or his Pride championship, and THAT is what makes him the best champion that FGA could ask for.

From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans.

Cruz: His opponent, wrestling out of Lone Oak, Texas and weighing in at 241 pounds; he is the reigning Frontier Grappling Arts Heavyweight Champion... CHRIS Q!

When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks up and sees Cash staring back at him. Q smirks before turning to jaw-jack with the fans some more.

Clement: We could be in for an instant classic here tonight. Champion vs. Champion. Bragging rights on the line.

Grayson: J.T. Cash has been on a roll since winning the Pride championship, but let's be honest, he's not the caliber of wrestler that Chris Q is.

Clement: They certainly don't call him the “Big Bad” for nothing, but Cash has surprised a lot of people since coming to FGA. Can he shock the world here tonight?

Grayson: I just told you. No.

DING, DING, DING.

The bell sounds as both men begin circling the ring. They go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, jockeying for position but neither man can get the advantage and they break away. Cash and Q, circle again and go for another tie-up, but again neither man can break the stalemate. The crowd starts chanting “Cash, Cash, Cash” trying to rally support behind the Pride champion. Q looks frustrated from being unable to get the upperhand in the first two exchanges. Both men circle and go for a lock-up, but Q delivers a sharp kick to midsection of Cash.

Grayson: A smart, tactical move by Chris Q there. He cut off Cash's momentum, silenced this crowd and has the upperhand now.

Chris Q drags Cash to the corner and goes to ram his head into the turnbuckle, but Cash gets a foot on the middle rope to block it. A back elbow from Cash gets him some distance. Cash jumps up to the middle rope and flies out at Q, executing a flying, swinging DDT to a roar from the crowd.

Clement: But that upperhand was short-lived as Cash with a innovative move out of the corner.

Cash scurries over for the cover.

ONE...

Chris Q kicks out easily, rolling away from Cash and storming back to his feet, irate. Q swings with a wild right haymaker but Cash ducks. Q comes back with a left, but Cash ducks again following up with a shot to the gut of Q, and capping it off with a standing dropkick. Q pops back to his feet, but Cash drops him with another dropkick. Q is back up, Cash goes for a hurricranna to complete the exchange but Q catches him and drops Cash with a vicious powerbomb that sends Q staggering back to the corner from the impact.

Clement: Great counter from the Heavyweight champion there.

Grayson: I hope our next arena has a handicap ramp because I think Chris Q just broke Cash's spine.

Q takes advantage of his position, moving up to the second rope and executing an elbow drop on to the downed Pride champion. Q follows up with the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Cash gets the shoulder up. Q hooks the shoulder as Cash powers out of the pin and drags Cash to his feet. Q Irish whips Cash into the corner and follows up with a body avalanche. As Cash staggers out of the corner, Q follows up with a running bulldog that plants Cash on the mat. Q stalks over, grabbing Cash's right leg and driving the point of Cash's knee into the mat with a series of stomps. Q follows up with a half-Boston Crab on the right leg, really working into Cash's knee.

Grayson: This is the sort of brilliant ring-generalship that Chris Q brings to the table. You've got a guy in J.T. Cash that can beat you with his kicks and with his aerial attacks. If you ground a high-flyer he's much less effective.

Clement: That does seem to be the strategy for Chris Q. If Cash is forced to brawl with the Heavyweight champion he will be at a significant disadvantage.

Chris Q continues to tweak the right leg of Cash, as the referee checks the hold. Cash slowly manages to drag himself to the ropes for a break. But Q refuses to let go. The referee counts until five before Q finally breaks the hold. Q lays a stomp into Cash before sliding out to the floor. Q grabs the hurt leg of Cash, and drags him over to the corner with his knee against the turnbuckle. Q takes a few steps back before deliver a big boot to the knee of Cash right against the turnbuckle. The crowd responds with a full-throated chorus of disdain for Chris Q. Q flips off the crowd before taking Cash's leg and slamming it into the turnbuckle.

Clement: This is an absolutely vicious assault from Chris Q.

Grayson: If by “vicious,” you mean “brilliant.” Q is dismantling the Pride champion.

The referee starts shouting at Q to get back in the ring. Q tells him to “f*ck off” before climbing up the steps. He kicks Cash in the knee one more time for good measure before stepping back into the ring. Q grabs Cash by the leg and drapes it over the middle rope, before delivering a punt kick straight to Cash's knee. Cash screams in pain and tries to roll away, clutching his leg. Cash tries to kick at Q with his left leg to keep him away, but Q dodges and delivers an elbow drop across the throat of Cash. He stays there for the cocky cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Cash kicks out. Q immediately chastises the referee for a slow count, before unloading a series of closed fists right to Cash's patella.

Clement: There's nothing fancy about this; just straight up brawling from Chris Q.

Grayson: It's a mugging. Cash will be lucky if that leg is still attached at the end of this match.

The referee forces Q to stop with the closed fists so Q goes back to the half-Boston Crab. Q wrenches in on Cash, standing tall and focusing the pressure on Cash's knee. Cash pounds the mat with a closed fist as he tries to escape, in obvious pain. The crowd begins chanting “Cash, Cash, Cash,” trying to rally the Pride champion. Cash manages to push his chest off the mat. The crowd reaches a fever pitch as Cash manages to get his good leg underneath him. But Q still has Cash's leg and just as Cash turns around, Chris Q executes a dragon screw that sends Cash back to the mat in agony. The crowd deflates instantly as Cash writhes on the mat. Q takes a moment to taunt the fans with a “Cash” chant of his own before lifting Cash back up and executing another dragon screw.

Clement: I didn't think Chris Q had that move in his repertoire. He's taking a lot of sick pleasure in attacking Cash's knee and mocking the fans.

Grayson: This is a ritual killing Chris Q is just toying with Cash now. We're one Compactor away from this being all over.

Q shouts at the fans as he drags Cash up again for another dragon screw... ENZIGUIRI! From out of nowhere Cash connects with the back of Q's head. The crowd goes apeshit. Cash stumbles back to his feet, hobbling on one good leg. Q is back up and incensed, he charges Cash but Cash drops him with a one-leg leg lariat. Q gets back up and goes for a lariat; Cash ducks, hooking the arm; SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Both men down.

Clement: And just like that it's anybody's match!

Crowd: CASH, CASH, CASH!

J.T. Cash screams “Come on!” and crowd responds with a huge pop. Cash stalks Q as Chris gets back to his feet. Cash hooks in a half-Nelson... Q counters out and delivers a forearm smash to the face of Cash. Q with another forearm smash. Cash blocks the third, catch Q's elbow... CASH-IN! Chris Q is down.

Grayson: I don't believe it!

Cash, leaning against the ropes for support, can barely put any weight on his right leg. Cash looks at the down Heavyweight champion... and then to the corner turnbuckle. The crowd does absolutely bonkers.

Clement: He can't possibly be thinking...

Grayson: Cash can't even stand how the hell does he plan to cli--

Before Grayson can finish his sentence Cash has vaulted with one leg up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd is one its collective feet as Cash tries to steady his footing, essentially standing on one leg. Cash leaps... CASH VAULT...

MISSES!

J.T. Cash's 520 degree leg drop misses as Chris Q rolls out of the way. Cash is down in an absolute heap clutching his leg. The crowd is in shocked silence.

Clement: High risk doesn't pay off their for J.T. Cash. That bad leg took him a little to long to get situated and it cost him.

Grayson: Cash is insane. Why would he do that on a bad leg?

Clement: Because he's a fighting champion, that's why.

Grayson: His title isn't even on the line! He's an idiot.

Chris Q pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes with a satisfied smirk. The referee is attending to Cash who looks to be in serious pain. Q shouts “That's it!” as he stalks over to Cash. Q pulls the referee out of the way and yanks Cash to his feet... but Cash's leg gives out and he collapses back down to the canvas. Q laughs before deadlifting Cash back to his feet and up onto his shoulders.

Grayson: And here comes the Compactor. Goodnight, moron.

A near lifeless Cash sits on Q's shoulders as Q mocks the crowd. Q grabs Cash's legs and... out of nowhere A.J. Fairchild hits the ring and SPEARS CHRIS Q!

Clement: A.J. Fairchild! Out of nowhere!

Grayson: He just speared Chris Q! Disqualification! Disqualification!

Cash lands hard on the mat, but Fairchild speared Q out from under him before Q could hit the Compactor. Fairchild mounts Q and delivers a series of lefts and rights. Q counters, mounting Fairchild and driving down forearms and elbows.

Clement : All hell has broken lose here in Providence!

Cruz: The winner of this match as the result of a disqualification, your FGA Heavyweight Champion, Chris Q!

Q manages to separate from Fairchild staggering backwards. Fairchild charges Q again, but Q cracks him with an elbow. Fairchild his dazed and Q scoops him up and quickly delivers the Compactor!

Grayson: Down. Goes. Fairchild!

Chris Q stands over the downed body of A.J. Fairchild, screaming at him with spittle flying everywhere. Q goes and demands his belt from the ringside table and goes back to Fairchild screaming, again. Q hoists the belt up to a rain of boos (and some garbage) from the crowd. Then from out of the crowd, behind Chris Q, Bob Pooler hops the guardrail and silently slips into the ring. As Q turns around, Pooler kicks him in the gut. Q drops the belt as Pooler hooks his arms... MIDNIGHT:30 onto the Heavyweight belt!

Clement: Bob Pooler! Everything's broken down out here!

Grayson: Where did he come from?!

Pooler hops back up and poses for the crowd, which doesn't give him any better of a reception than it did Chris Q. Pooler walks back over to the body of Q, and pulls the Heavyweight belt out from underneath Chris Q's head. There is a small smear of blood across the plate of the belt. Pooler stares at it for a moment before tracing the letters “WWIDN” in Chris Q's blood and slowly lifting the belt up over his head.