Richmond DVD Taping (8.3.13)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
Jimmy Page vs. Eli Bower

The bell sound as Bower heads to the center of the ring and offers a handshake. Page looks down at the hand and then back up at Bower. He smirks before reaching out and giving Bower a firm handshake. Page then motions to turn away. But he comes right back with a short-arm clothesline to boos from the crowd. He yells at Bower before delivering a stomp to the face. He yells some more before delivering anther stomp. Page then taunts his opponent before delivering a jumping stomp to the head. He reaches down, picks up Bower, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos as Page circles the ring.

Page stops, drops and rolls out onto the apron. After pulling himself up with the ropes, he waits for Bower to turn around. When Bower turns around, Page runs along the apron, hops off and knocks him down with a stomp to the head. The crowd boos as Page picks up Bower, scoops him up and drops him throat-first across the barricade. Bower bounces off the barricade and falls back to the floor. He then picks up Bower, slams his head onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. As Page climbs up onto the apron, Bower gets up and lunges forward, nailing Page with a shoulder thrust through the ropes; the crowd cheers. He then gets up, turns Page around, hooks his arms behind the top rope, pulls him back by his hair and delivers a series of clubbing forearms to the chest. The crowd cheers. After unhooking Page's arms, Bower knocks him off the apron and to the floor with a dropkick. Bower then crouches down and waits for Page to get up. As Page gets up, Bower runs into the ropes. When Page turns around, Bower runs forward, leaps over the top rope and knocks him down with a cross body block. The fans in the front row reach over the barricade and repeatedly slap it as Bower plays to the crowd.

Bower picks up Page and rolls him back into the ring. He then climbs up onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. When Page turns around, Bower leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Bower picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Bower throws him down with a hip toss. Page gets up, but Bower throws him down with a side headlock takeover. But Page grabs Bower and turns to his left, pinning him.

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Bower shifts his weight back over on top of Page.

Bower cinches in the hold. The ref asks Page if he wants to give up. But Page refuses to quit. He then grabs Page and turns him over again, pinning him.

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Bower lets go of the hold.

As both grapplers get up, Bower connects with a knife-edge chop. He takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses and sends him into the ropes. When Bower comes back, Page knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He then follows up with a knee drop before making the cover.

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Bower gets up.

Page picks him up, only to knee him in the midsection and follows up with a scoop slam. Page reaches down, holds up Bower's legs, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the groin. The crowd boos while the ref warns Page over the illegal strike. But Page pays him no mind as he gets up and delivers a knife-edge chop. Bower comes back with a chop of his own. Page delivers another knife-edge chop. Bower responds with one of his own. Page then nails Bower with a double chop to the throat, sending him stumbling into the corner. Page marches into the corner and unleashes a barrage of forearm strikes, sending Bower slumping down into the corner. Page then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. Page drags Bower out of the corner before making the cover.

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Bower gets his shoulder up. Page looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers to his face. When the ref tells him that it was only a two count, Page puts down his ring and index fingers while leaving the middle one up. The crowd boos as he smirks at the referee.

Page picks up Bower and whips him into the ropes. When Bower comes back, Page goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Bower counters with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. When both men get up, Bower delivers a knife-edge chop. Page responds with a straight right to the jaw. Bower delivers a forearm strike. Page responds with a forearm strike of his own. Bower delivers a shoot kick to the chest. Page responds with a kick to the midsection. While Bower is doubled over, Page runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, Bower nails him with an elbow strike. While Page is dazed, Bower runs into the ropes. When Bower comes back, Page responds with an elbow strike of his own. While Bower is dazed, Page runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running big boot that knocks Bower down. The crowd boos. He then picks up Bower and whips him into the ropes. When Bower comes back, Page goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Bower flips over the knee and rolls up Page with a school boy.

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Page kicks out.

As both men get up, Page quickly kicks him right in the chin with the Aneurysm. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bower gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Bower, runs into the corner and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb. The crowd boos as Bower arches his back in pain. After sizing his opponent up, Page charges into the corner and goes for a lariat. But Bower moves out of the way, causing Page to collide with the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. As Page stumbles back, Bower runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the Bower Up to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

As Page slowly gets up, Bower runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Page throws him down with an exploder suplex to boos from the crowd. Page then crouches down. He lifts his arm up and down as he waits impatiently for Bower gets up up. As a hunched over Bower tries to get up, Page runs over and connects with Trauma Symphony to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Bower, grabs him by the neck and throws him down with Nirvana to boos from the crowd. Page makes the cover.

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Winner: Jimmy Page

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
Craig Jacobs vs. Serena Raine

The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring. They go to lock up. Jacobs quickly places Raine in a side headlock. But Raine is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. Jacobs then reaches back, elbows her in the face and then throws her down with a side headlock takeover. Raine is able to reverse into a leg scissors headlock. But Jacobs escapes via a kip up. As Jacobs turns to face Raine, Raine yanks him down onto his back and then flips over with a jackknife pin. The crowd cheers.

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Jacobs bridges up, turns over and rams her back-first into the corner.

He delivers a series of knife-edge chops before bringing her out of the corner and whipping her into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Jacobs throws a roundhouse kick. But Raine ducks underneath it, grabs him from behind and goes to lift him up for a german suplex. But Jacobs counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers.

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Raine kicks out.

As both wrestlers get up, Raine nails Jacobs with a right hand. Jacobs comes back with a shoot kick to the chest. Raine nails him with a forearm strike to the face. Jacobs nails her with another shoot kick to the chest. Raine then delivers a hard forearm strike to the face. Jacobs comes back with a kicking combo to both legs, followed by a spinning back kick that doubles her over. Jacobs quickly grabs her and sets her up for a DDT. But she counters with an arm wrench and follows up with the Violent Serenade. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Jacobs gets his shoulder up.

Raine picks up Jacobs, scoops him up and delivers a sternum breaker. She picks him back up and goes for a snap suplex. But Jacobs blocks the move. He then lifts her up for a vertical suplex. But Raine slips down from behind and counters with a lungblower. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Jacobs gets his shoulder up.

Raine picks him up and nails him with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. She then runs into the ropes. When Raine comes back, she takes Jacobs down with a rotating neckbreaker. She makes the cover.

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Jacobs gets his shoulder up.

Raine picks up Jacobs and goes for an irish whip. But Jacobs reverses, sending Raine into the ropes. When Raine comes back, Jacobs delivers a hurricanrana into a cross armbar to cheers from the crowd. Jacobs pulls back as he tries to break the arm. But Raine keeps her hands clasps together. She then turns over to her right, pinning Jacobs with a modified schoolboy.

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Jacobs lets go of the hold.

As both grapplers get up, Jacobs throws out a kick. Raine catches his foot, spins him away from her and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Jacobs blocks the move with an elbow to the back of the neck. He then nails Raine with a European Uppercut.... and another. Jacobs then knocks her down with a roaring elbow. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Raine gets her shoulder up.

Jacobs picks up Raine and delivers a spinning back kick that knocks her down to her knees. He then runs into the ropes. When Jacobs comes back, he connects with a basement ace crusher. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Raine gets her shoulder up.

Jacobs picks her up and whips her into the corner. He runs across the ring and goes for a yakuza kick. But Raine moves out of the way and counters with a dropkick to the back of the head. After Jacobs falls out of the corner, Raine makes the cover.

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Jacobs gets his shoulder up.

Raine picks up Jacobs and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Raine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jacobs counters with a high knee lift. While Raine is dazed, Jacobs runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, Raine throws him down with an exploder suplex. She makes the cover.

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Jacobs gets his shoulder up.

Raine picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. She then grabs Jacobs, lifts him up and sits him down backwards on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, she goes for an avalanche belly to back suplex, but Jacobs blocks the move. He then elbows Raine in the face. But Raine comes back with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. She then grabs Jacobs around the waist and delivers an avalanche german suplex to cheers from the crowd. Raine bridges up at the ref starts his count. But the ref hesitates as he notices the placement of both Raine's and Jacobs' shoulders on the canvas. After looking at both grapplers, the ref makes the cover with both hands.

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As Raine gets up, the ref holds up her arm to cheers from the crowd. As Jacobs gets up holding the back of his neck, the ref goes over and raises his free arm to cheers from the crowd. Raine sees this and immediately goes over to the ref. The ref explains that both grapplers had both of their shoulders on the mat. Therefor, the match was ruled a draw. Both Jacobs and Raine appear to be a bit dejected over the news. But after looking at each other, they reach out and shake hands in a show of respect. The crowd cheers.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

An hour before the show…

:Chris Tryon enters the locker room backstage at the Greater Richmond Convention center wearing his #NoOneCaresTomkins t-shirt, jean shorts, and black Nike Shocks. He tosses his gym bag on the ground, pulls up a steel chair and begins to rummage through his things.:

“I don’t understand why we are here so early?”

:Tiffany Lawrence Michaels enters next with her luggage dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, looking somewhat of a mess.:

Tryon: Because I need to unwind before the big match tonight.

Tiffany: Our match is in the middle of the show. I could still be napping right now.

Tryon: Look, I couldn’t do this around the old man. He wouldn’t approve.

Tiffany: What are you talking about?

:Facing us, Chris reaches in his gym bag and pulls out a clear ziplock baggy containing what looks like weed.:

Tiffany: Is that what I think it is?

Tryon: The one and only. C’mon, you know you wanna.

Tiffany: Where did you get that?

Tryon: I still have some extra money left from my…”deposit.”

Tiffany: Doesn’t FGA have a wellness policy or something? You could get fired.

Tryon: Please, this is the company that has Chris Q. for a champion. Trust me, there’s no wellness policy.

“Did I hear someone fucking dare to speak my name?”

:Tryon quickly drops the baggy back into the bag on the floor as none other than the FGA Heavyweight Champion now stands behind him. Q is wearing his trademark suit and tie with his sunglasses. Tryon stands up and attempts to greet Q with a handshake but only gets a sneer in return.:

Tryon: We were just talking about how you were gonna kick some ass tonight, champ.

:Q suddenly seems distracted by something other than Tryon. He lifts the shades onto his head and his eyes rapidly dart elsewhere. His nostrils began to flare slightly as he begins sniffing the air.:

Chris Q: What the fuck is that?

Tryon: What?

Chris Q: Don’t give me that shit. I could smell that ditch weed from the other side of the arena.

:Q’s eyes suddenly spot Tryon’s gym bag on the floor. He walks over and picks it up. Chris attempts to protest, but one look from the champion stops him dead in his tracks.:

Tryon: C’mon Q, that’s my shit!

:Q quickly finds the ziplock baggy and shoves it in Tryon’s face.:

Chris Q: Fuck "your" shit. This company and everything in it belongs to me. You wanna play in my house? You play by the Big Bad’s rules, Tryon. It’s a new month and rent is due.

:Q tosses the gym bag at Tryon, which he catches. He turns to Tiffany momentarily looking her up and down before pulling his shades back down over his eyes.:

Chris Q: Fix yourself up a bit, and maybe I’ll let you party with me sometime.

:Satisfied with what he’s found, Q leaves the locker room to a stunned Tiffany and Chris.:

Tiffany: I can’t believe you just let him punk you out like that!

:Tryon throws his gym bag on the floor and looks at her angrily.:

Tryon: Are you shitting me? I’m not fucking with that… Do you see that beard? You don’t fuck with a man who can grow a beard like that. Damn, I’ve got to call the comic book guy when we get back to New Jersey.

:Fade out.:

[FGA Office]

Richmond DVD Taping
Greater Richmond Convention Center (Exhibit Hall D)
Richmond, VA

Kevin Clement: Welcome fans to another FGA DVD Presentation. I am Kevin Clement. Joining me is my colleague Evan Grayson. And we are nearly three weeks away from Above & Beyond II.

Evan Grayson: I can't wait for that event. All of participants in the Frontier Lions Cup have qualified. Who is going to have the strength, the endurance and the determination to make it through three matches in one night? Plus, the Mid-Atlantic Championship will be crowned? PLUS, Chris Q defends his FGA Heavyweight Championship against Bob Pooler and A.J. Fairchild? What more could you want?

Clement: Well how about FRONTIER vs FGA 2, which is a little over two weeks away!

Grayson: Oh yeah! I remembered the excitement around that event. There were so many good matches. People are still talking about "The Headbutt" to this day. Earlier this week, some of FGA's finest stormed the halls of the FRONTIER DVD Taping. Will we see retaliation from pwF tonight? I guess we'll find out.

Clement: Speaking of tonight, up and down the card you see tag match after tag match. We have several 6-Person Tag Team Matches on tap tonight. Some of them featuring the Frontier Lions Cup participants. And some of them will even be on the same team! It'll be interesting to see how that plays out. But also, we have two semifinals matches in the Dynamic Duos Tournament. The Murder. The U.K. Dragons. The Usual Suspects and Bad Attitude. Two of these teams will advance to the finals. But only one will become the first Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions.

We've got a lot of action for you tonight. So let's send it over to Manny Cruz who is ready to give the introductions for our opening contest.

Anton Chase vs. Christopher Jenkins

"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. He walks down to the ring, unfazed by the reaction.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa by way of Phoenix, Arizona. Weighing in at 220 pounds. He is “The Point Blank Bastard” CHRISTOPHER JENKINS!

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: Chris Jenkins wasn't able to pick up the win in his debut match during the 5-Way Fray. He's looking to correct that here against Anton Chase.

Grayon: He very well may. There aren't four other grapplers he has to content with. Only one.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Future” ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Anton Chase has been on a bit of a slide lately. He's trying to put a stop to that tonight against the rookie Jenkins.

Grayson: Chase has caught a lot of bad breaks. But he's still a veteran of this business. He's still a multi-time champion in other promotions. And the talent is there. It always has been. It's just been about putting the right plan of attack together.

The bell sound as Chase and Jenkins lock up. After jockeying for position, Jenkins moves Chase into the corner. As Jenkins presses Chase against the corner, the ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly let go. They appear to make a clean break. That is, until Chase lunges forward and goes for a sucker punch. But Jenkins is able to duck out of the way. When Chase turns around, Jenkins pokes him in the eyes to boos from the crowd. The ref warns him about using that illegal strike. But Jenkins pays him no mind. He takes Chase and slams him head-first into the corner. After turning Chase around, Jenkins delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes Chase and whips him into the opposite corner. Jenkins runs across the ring, but Chase leans back and nails him with a boot to the face. As Jenkins stumbles back, Chase comes from out of the corner and connects with a headscissors takeover. Jenkins gets up, but Chase throws him down with an arm drag and applies a kneeling armlock.

Clement: Chase quickly takes control of the rookie Jenkins with the armlock.

The ref asks Jenkins if he wants to give up. But Jenkins refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Jenkins moves Chase into the ropes before shooting him into the opposite set of ropes. When Chase comes back, he slides through Jenkins' legs. When Jenkins turns around, Chase pushes himself up to his feet and throws out a kick. Jenkins catches his foot, but Chase counters with an enzuigiri that sends him flipping down to the canvas. He makes the cover.

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Jenkins kicks out.

Chase picks up Jenkins and whips him into the ropes. When Jenkins comes back, Chase scoops him up and delivers a swinging side slam backbreaker across the knee. He then picks up Jenkins, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Jenkins gets his shoulder up.

Chase picks up Jenkins and hits a snap suplex. Jenkins can be seen arching his back in pain. Chase, meanwhile, heads over to the reps and steps out onto the apron. He goes for a slingshot senton into the ring. But Jenkins gets his knees up, causing Chase to crash back-first across them. Jenkins picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Jenkins scoops him up and delivers a Samoan Drop. He makes the cover.

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Chase kicks out.

Clement: This has been pretty evenly matched thus far. If Jenkins could get a win over the likes of Chase, it would be a nice feather in his cap.

Jenkins picks up Chase and positions him for a piledriver. But Chase counters with a back body drop. He then picks up Jenkins and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Jenkins slips down from behind and shoves Chase into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he goes for a running forearm smash. But Jenkins ducks, grabs him and counters with a reverse STO. He turns Chase over and makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Jenkins picks up Chase and whips him into the corner. He shouts out “You Suck and No One Likes You” before throwing out the superkick. But Chase catches his foot and shoves them him. After Jenkins rolls up to his feet, Chase runs from out of the corner and goes for a tilt-a-whirl maneuver. But Jenkins stops Chase mid-twirl and plants him with the Hospital Bill. He makes the cover.

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Chase gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another near fall for Jenkins. I have to say this young man this young man is impressing me in this match.

Grayson: Say what you want about Chase, but he's no slouch in that ring. He knows what he's doing and there.

Jenkins picks up Chase and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. Chase stumbles away from the ropes. But as Jenkins approaches from behind, Chase connects with a pele kick. He then gets up, picks up Jenkins and delivers a fireman's carry lift into a double knee gutbuster. Chase gets up, picks up Jenkins and delivers a vertical suplex lift into a double knee backbreaker. He then picks up Jenkins, scoops him up across his shoulders and throws him down with The Bad Situation. Chase then picks up Jenkins, holds him upside down and then delivers the Chaos Theory. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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“Faint” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ANTON CHASE!

Chase gets his arm raised in victory to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Anton Chase finally picks up a win for the first time in a while. I'm sure it must feel great.

Grayson: I'm sure it does. Jenkins looked like he was going to run away with this one. But Chase was able to put on the breaks, quickly take back control and the rest was history.

[FGA Office]

One year ago, they invaded...

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

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

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

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

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

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

One year ago, they struck first...

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

Wait…

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

One year ago, we struck back...

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

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

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

Now it all begins... again ...














AUGUST 18
Monroe Sports Center
Monroe, NJ

[FGA Office]

Clement: Up next we have a 6-Person Tag Match as Thaddeus Grey, Crowe and Evolution J take on Stephen Lawson, Alexis Prodigy and Daniel Christopher.

Grayson: We've got an interesting mix of teams here. It was two weeks ago that Evolution J debuted and attacked his brother and former tag partner, Daniel Christopher. You have to wonder if Christopher will be able to control himself. Stephen Lawson has essentially fallen off the face of the earth. Will he show up and compete? And then there's the oh so fine Alexis Prodigy. This is a big night for her. This is her debut in FGA. First impressions are everything. What does she have in store for FGA?

Clement: Well Alexis isn't here for her looks. She's here for her talent. And someone who competes with a fed the magnitude of CRW should have no problems adjusting to a crowd like this one. But I want know what's the deal with Crowe and Thaddeus Grey? During that 5-Way Fray, not only was Grey constantly a thorn in Crowe's side, but he stole a victory right from under him. Will that carry over tonight? We'll find out shortly...

6-Person Tag Team Match
Thaddeus Grey, Crowe, Evolution J vs. Stephen Lawson, Alexis Prodigy, Daniel Christopher

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. 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.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Honesdale, Pennsylvania by way of London, England. Weighing in at 249 pounds... CROWE!

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 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 his partner, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 200 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.

"Talking To Myself" by Eminem hits as Evolution J comes out to boos from the crowd. He wears a red cap that covers his face and he wears a red jacket with a white shirt. He wear long blue jeans and he wears blue open up hand gloves. Evolution J looks around at the crowd and he looks at the back. Then he turns around and he walks down the entrance ramp. He stops as he look around and then he walks down the entrance ramp.

Cruz: And their partner, from Staten Island, New York. Weighing in at 240 pounds... EVOLUTION J!

He turns as he walks up the steel steps and he walks along the ropes. He stops as he climbs the turnbuckle and he looks around. He stops as he jumps from the turnbuckle and he lands on his fist. He gets up and he gives a smirk. He takes his cap off as he shows his red fiery eyes and he smiles.

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. Upon reaching ringside he takes off to the next corner, leaping up and knee-sliding onto the apron before hopping up to his feet.

Cruz: And their opponents.... introducing first, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Nashville, Tennessee. Weighing in at 190 pounds... STEPHEN LAWSON!

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.

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 his partner, 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 the match to begin.

The Screamo cover of Rolling In The Deep by We are Promise hits the P.A system. As the song accelerates “Adorable” Alexis Prodigy reflection can be seen from behind the waterfall. She is wearing black tear away work out pants and a Perfect 10 T-shirt. She backs up and JUMPS onto the center of the stage. Once she hits the ground, she rips off her track pants and tosses them to her side. She then pulls off her shirt before tossing it into the ground. She gives a sly smile before running down the walk way and slapping hands on her way down.

Cruz: And their partner, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 126 pounds... ALEXIS PRODIGY!

She hops up onto the apron and quickly breaks into splits to slide into the ring. With a burst of energy she hops up onto the turnbuckle and raises her arms out as she gets some cheers. She flips backwards into the middle of the ring. She stretches as she awaits her opponent.

The bell sounds as Crowe and Lawson start things off. They lock up. After a brief struggle, Crowe shoves Lawson into the ropes to boos from the crowd. Lawson marvels at Crowe's strength before snapping back into the match. He circles the ring before approaching Crowe. The two lock up. After jockeying for position, Crowe shove Lawson down to the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Stephen Lawson may want to try a different approach.

Grayson: Yeah, trying to play the strength game with a guy like Crowe is probably a bad idea.

Daniel Christopher and Alexis Prodigy call Lawson over to the corner and talk over strategy. After conversing with each other, Lawson decides to tag in Daniel Christopher. As soon as Christopher gets in, he points over towards Evolution J. Crowe smirks and points over towards Evolution J. Evolution J then steps up onto the middle ropes and calls Christopher over towards him. Christopher sees this and begins to walk over towards him. While Christopher is distracted by Evolution J's taunting, Crowe jumps him from behind to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And Christopher just fell right into Evolution J's trap.

Clement: I must admit it was a well-timed distraction that Crowe is taking full advantage of.

Crowe picks up Christopher and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He unleashes a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then tags Evolution J in.

Grayson: Now it gets interesting. Evolution J is about to show Daniel Christopher who is the true star of the family.

The crowd boos as EJ steps into the ring and rocks Christopher with a series of right hands. He then brings Christopher from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Christopher comes back, EJ goes for a clothesline. But Christopher ducks and runs into the ropes. When Christopher comes back, he knocks down EJ with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

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Evolution J kicks out.

Christopher then quickly mounts himself on top of EJ and hammers away with rights and lefts to the face. He then gets off of EJ and plays up to the crowd; the crowd cheers. After heading back over to EJ, Christopher tries to bring him back up to his feet. But EJ grabs the front of Christopher's tights with both hands and yanks back, sending Christopher into the corner to boos from the crowd. EJ gets up, heads over and delivers a double ax handle smash to the back. He then delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back before tagging in Thaddeus Grey.

Clement: For as much trash he was talking from out on the apron, it looks like Evolution J wants no parts of his brother.

Grayson: Nonsense. He just wants to make frequent tags and keep the fresh man in. That's all.

Clement: Yeah I bet.

The crowd boos as Grey steps into the ring. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops before bringing Christopher out of the corner. He whips Christopher into the ropes. When Christopher comes back, Grey throws out a clothesline. But Christopher ducks. When Grey turns around, Christopher knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Grey gets back up, but Christopher throws him down with a scoop slam and follows up with a leg drop. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Grey kicks out.

Christopher picks him up, wrings his arms, brings him into the corner and tags in Alexis Prodigy.

Clement: And here comes Alexis Prodigy. She's been dying to prove herself in an FGA ring and now's here chance.

The crowd cheers as Prodigy gets in the ring and rocks Grey with a right hand. She then takes him by the wrist and wrings his arm. The ref asks Grey if he wants to give up. But Grey refuses to quit. So she wrings his arm again. But Grey quickly reaches over and rakes her across the eyes; the crowd boos. Grey then takes Prodigy, places her down throat-first across the middle rope and presses down on the back of her neck. The crowd boos as Grey chokes her. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Grey breaks the hold and then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs, jumps and goes for a flying seated senton across her back. But Prodigy moves out of the way, causing Grey to land with the middle rope hitting him between the legs. The crowd cheers.

Clement: I think he missed the landing there.

Grayson: You think?

Prodigy picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Prodigy delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by an STO backbreaker into a legsweep combo. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Evolution J drags her off of Grey to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Timely save there by Evolution J.

Grayson: Evolution J is used to saving his partners. Just ask his ungrateful brother Daniel.

As Prodigy goes back over to pull up Grey, Grey catches her off guard with a small package

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Prodigy kicks out.

As both wrestlers get up, Grey lunges over, grabs her and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos as Grey gets up, heads into the corner and tags in Evolution J.

EJ gets into the ring and puts the boots to Prodigy. He then picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Prodigy comes back, she takes him down with a running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. EJ gets up, but Prodigy knocks him down with a dropkick. EJ gets back up, but Prodigy knocks him back down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. As EJ gets up, Prodigy goes for a third dropkick. But EJ side steps and swats her down. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Alexis Prodigy went to the well too many times and Evolution J made her pay for it there.

As Prodigy gets back up, EJ runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a running clothesline. But Prodigy drops onto her back, quickly kips back up and connects with a pele kick to cheers from the crowd. While EJ is stunned, Prodigy runs over, springboards onto the middle rope, turns and blasts him in the face with Women Be Kickin. The crowd cheers. But the cheers soon turn to boos as EJ rolls to the outside to recover. But once he turns around, Prodigy knocks him down with a slingshot corkscrew crossbody to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Evolution J tried to put some distance between him and his opponent. But Alexis Prodigy wasn't having any of it. She takes him down with that well-timed crossbody to the outside.

Prodigy picks up EJ, rolls him back into the ring, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Evolution J gets his foot on the bottom rope; the crowd boos.

Prodigy picks up EJ, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle before tagging Christopher back in. Christopher gets in and lights up EJ's chest with a series of knife-edge chops. He then brings EJ from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When EJ comes back, Christopher bends over to set up a back body drop. EJ counters with a sunset flip. But Christopher rolls through it and counters with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers. He then gets up, hooks EJ's arms and leans back, catapulting him into his corner to cheers from the crowd. EJ is then met with a punch from Prodigy, followed by a punch from Lawson. As EJ turns and stumbles away from the corner, Christopher blasts him with the Cambodian Survivor, dropping EJ down to one knee. Christopher picks him back up and delivers a snap suplex. The crowd cheers. Christopher rolls over, pulls EJ back up and hits a second snap suplex. He then rolls over, pulls EJ back up and goes for a third snap suplex. But EJ blocks it. Christopher tightens his grip and goes for another snap suplex. But again, EJ blocks it. After a few punches to the midsection, EJ takes Christopher and throws him down with an exploder suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Christopher gets his shoulder up.

Clement: These two at one point in time where a sucessful tag team. And with the blossing tag division here in FGA, it would have been great to have seen these veterans added to that division.

Grayson: Those days are over and done with. Evolution J is tired of carrying his brother.

Evolution J gets up, grabs Christopher by the wrists, drags him over into the corner and tags in Crowe. Crowe reaches down, grabs Christopher by the throat with both hands, yanks him back up to his feet and then shoves him into the corner. Crowe then chokes Christopher with his foot as the crowd boos. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Crowe lets go and tags Evolution J back in. EJ gets back in the ring and mudhole stomps Christopher down in the corner. He then unleashes a series of knee strikes to the face. The crowd boos as EJ drags Christopher away from the corner and makes the cover.

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Christopher gets his shoulder up.

Evolution J goes over to tag in Crowe. But Grey reaches in front of Crowe and tags EJ.

Clement: What was that all about?

Grayson: I don't know. You tell me.

Clement: I questioned whether those two could stay on the same page for this match. I guess I just got my answer.

Grey gets in the ring and delivers several stomps to all of Christopher's limbs. He then picks up Christopher and whips him into the ropes. When Christopher comes back, Grey bends over to set up a back body drop. But Christopher grabs him, lifts him up and throws him down with Christopher's Edge to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a move therre by "The Angel." But can he make the pin? Can he make the tag?

Christopher begins to crawl over to his corner as Grey slowly sits up. He reaches over and grabs Christopher by his ankle. But Christopher reaches back with his free leg and repeatedly kicks him in the face; the crowd cheers. As both men slowly get up, Christopher stumbles over and tags in Prodigy.

The crowd cheers as Alexis Prodigy gets back into the ring. She takes Grey and whips him into the ropes. Crowe makes the blind tag. When Grey comes back, Prodigy takes him down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. She then mounts herself on top of him before delivering a series of right hands to the face. But Crowe runs over and knocks her down with a yakuza kick, garnering boos from the crowd.

Clement: My God what a kick that was.

Grayson: She never even saw it coming, too.

Crowe picks her up and whips her into the corner. Crowe charges into the corner, but Prodigy moves out of the way, causing him to crash into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers. As Crowe stumbles back, Prodigy runs over and connects with a running knee strike; Crowe stumbles back. She then runs over and connects with a step-up enzuigiri that drops Crowe to one knee. Prodigy then gets up and spits Pink Mist into his face before clocking him with the Prodigal Kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover

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Crowe gets his shoulder up.

Cement: How did Crowe get his shoulder up>?

Grayson: How is Alexis Prodigy not disqualified? So its cool to spit pink mist or pink goo, whatever that was, in your opponent's face now?

Prodigy picks up Crowe and goes for an irish whip. But Crowe reverses, sending her into the ropes. Prodigy quickly grabs the ropes, stopping her momentum. Crowe sees this so he runs over to attack. But he runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. As Crowe stumbles back, Prodigy turns around, springboards onto the top rope, jumps back, lands on Crowe's shoulders and plants him with the Clean Break to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

Clement: Inverted hurricanrana! She just dropped Crowe right on his head! This could be it!

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THREE!

“ Rolling In The Deep” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, STEPHEN LAWSON, DANIEL CHRISTOPHER and ALEXIS PRODIGY!

Alexis Prodigy, Daniel Christopher Christopher and Stephen Lawson get their arms raised by the referee to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Alexis Prodigy not only impresses in her debut, but she picks up the victory as well.

Grayson: What more could you want.

Clement: Hopefully she'll continue here winning ways in the months to come. But in regards to the other participants in this match... I have a feeling that things between Crowe & Grey and Daniel Christopher & Evolution J are far from over.

[FGA Office]

Justice Young Voiceover: Ever since he returned this past April, Michael Tomkins has made waves.

KoolStorm go over and grab Cami. Tomkins looks at both men and motions for them to send her to the outside. KoolStorn then grab Cami, runs over towards the ropes and delivers a double hip toss, sending Cami flying over the top rope and landing hard to the floor (Camellia D. Magna – ELIMINATED). The crowd boos as Tomkins and KoolStorm exit the ring. He then motions for Thorton to come over towards them. The four men then head up the aisle to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: So much for your underdog, Kev.

Clement: Cami was holding her own in this match until Tomkins ans his goons attacked her.

Justice Young V/O: Now, after nearly a year away from the company that some would argue that he built, Tomkins has returned to claim what is "rightfully" his.

" I was never a victim. You are, Camellia. I have watched you become a joke. So, I took it upon myself to showcase you. Make an example out of you. I told everyone that my quest is for the FGA Gold and that part is true. I said I would hold the FGA ransom. This is my words in action. This is the true FGA Champion sending a message by beginning from the bottom."

Tomkins: I want this. I need this. I was the man that put this company on the map. It was The Raise-The-Bar Superstar that was the first FGA Heavyweight Champion. I set the bar. I raised the bar. Hell I am the bar. But at the end of the day, this company chose Blaine Harrison over me. At the end of the day, people like him and Chandler Scott ruled this place when I left. But what happens when I come back? Blaine doesn't want to come back? Chandler leaves? They're scared. And they should be. I am pound for pound the best wrestler in this company. And I will prove it at Above & Beyond when I become the Triple Crown Winner.

Justice Young V/O: While J.T. Cash may be a newcomer to FGA, his reputation elswhere speaks for itself. Known for his brash atittude, there was never a line that Cash wouldn't cross to get what he wanted. But after some personal setbacks, Cash has become a new man. And he now knows what is truly valuable.

"I realized that, I realized that the moment I got back in to professional wrestling, the minute I stepped foot in this company I had to give back, I had to do what I do not for money, not for fame, not for ego but for…Pride. "

Cash: I look at a guy like Tomkins and apart of me is actually ashamed at what he's become. You know, you look back at the history of FGA. During those early days, Tomkins ws the fan favorite. He was FGA's franchise player. He was the man that originally represented pride, honor and excellence. But I look at him since he's come back and he doesn't even resemble that guy. I mean he looks the same. He sounds the same. But his heart isn't in it for the right reasons anymore. He's let his greed and his lust and his jealousy get the better of him. Now, he's hated by everyone.

Tomkins: These people hate me because they're jealous of me. I mean don't you read Twitter? Why else do you think someone like Chris Tryon talks to me the way that he does? They hate me because I'm back to reclaim my rightful place at the top of this company. I was the one with the orignal streak, not Chris Q. I was the one who was looked up to and heralded as the savior. But people like Blaine Harrison took that from me. People like Chandler Scott were only successful because of my absence. And now, I'm back for what's mine. I want it all and I'm taking it. Becoming the next Pride Champion and the first Mid-Atlantic Tag Champs with Stryker? That's just the beginning of my master plan.

Cash:It's kind of weird when I look back on my career and then I take a look at his. It's as if he is currently what I used to be. And I'm currently what he used to be. Anyone who remembers those SCCW matches knows that I wasn't always on the up and up. I stole. I cheated. I was a jerk. And I let everyone know it. And then being the NWA World Television Champion, that was just something else to inflate my ego. But at the end of the day, it's not about the gold or the money or bragging about what you have. It's about looking back and being proud of your work. The legacy that you left. It's about connecting with these great fans that come out to each and every show. That's what I'm here for. I hope that Tomkins remembers that. I hope the old Tomkins is still somewhere inside of him. Maybe I'll be able to beat some common sense to him. If I don't? At least I'll be able to beat some respect into him.

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

J.T.Cash: I didn’t.

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

Tomkins: People say I don't deserve this shot. Who are they? What have they done? If it weren't for me, there would be no FGA. They wouldn't even have a job. I deserve that Pride Championship Match. Hell, I deserve the Pride Championship itself and so much more. At Above & Beyond, The Raise-The-Bar Superstar will be draped in silver and gold. I will walk out with two championships in one night. I'll once again make history. It only takes three seconds. And those three seconds belong to me.

Cash: At Above & Beyond II, I'm going to show Mike Tomkins that stepping to me was the worst mistake he made. I've got momentum on my side. The people are on my side. And I just feel like I'm more talented than him.

If he wants this Pride Championship, then he's more than welcome to try and take it from him. But he'll fail because I am everything that he will never be.

[FGA Office]

Bloodbath & Beyond vs. Koolstorm

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

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

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

Clement: Viktor Kool and Firestorm, much like Anton Chase earlier, are trying to get back to their winning ways.

Grayson: But they have some stiff competition tonight. But to their credit, Koolstorm is the far more experienced team of the two. For them, that may just be enough to bring them to victory.

The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Wrath of God" by PostHaste Music 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 and Chaths - a tan individual in a hooded, sleeveless trench coat and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand. Blayze 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.


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. Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. Once at ringside, Johnny Blayze and Chaths use the ring steps to enter the ring. Chaths stops at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk. Both men enter the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring. The crowd continues to boo him as Blayze removes his hood. Chaths silently goes to his team's corner and removes his coat, handing it to a stagehand. Blayze removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside as Chaths places his tonfa in the corner.

Grayson: This is our first time seeing these two in action. But I'm loving this team already. These are two young men that have not only a singular goal, but killer instinct as well. That not only makes them dangerous in this tag division, but in the Frontier Lions Cup as well.

Clement: It's a shame, really. I had high hopes for Chaths. But it seems to me that he has succumbed to Blayze's Kool-Aid. Now that Blayze has someone that will walk beside him, he's even more dangerous.

The music fades as Blayze backs into his corner. Chaths hops up to take a seat on the top turnbuckle, patiently waiting for their opponents to arrive. Manny Cruz then introduces both men to the crowd.

Cruz: At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds…

From Daytona Beach, Florida and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania respectively…

JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!! CHATHSSSS!!!!

BLOODBATH & BEYONDDDDD!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

The bell sounds as Blayze and Firestorm start things off. They motion to lock up, but Blayze cheap shots him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as Blayze picks up Firestorm, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Blayze delivers a series of punches to the midsection. He then takes Firestorm and whips him into the opposite corner. As Firestorm stumbles out, Blayze goes for a back body drop. But Firestorm slips down from behind and applies a waistlock. He goes for a german suplex. But Blayze blocks it and elbows him in the face. After performing a standing switch, Blayze shoves Firestorm into the ropes. When Firestorm comes back, Blayze knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Firestorm kicks out.

Clement: Blayze with the first nearfall of this contest. It will be interesting to see if this duo of Blayze and Chaths can make it all the way to the end of the Frontier Lions Cup.

Grayson: That of course is their goal. Just think of all the carnage they would inflict as they eliminated opponent after opponent in route to the finals?

Blayze picks up Firestorm and throws him down with a snapmare. He then runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, he goes for a running kick to the face. But Firestorm leans back, avoiding the kick. When Blayze turns around, Firestorm gets up to his feet and meets him with right hands to the face. He then takes Blayze and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Firestorm comes back, Blayze bends over to set up another back body drop. But Firestorm counters with a knee lift that knocks him down. He makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

Clement: Blayze recovers in time after that hard knee to the face. This duo of Koolstorm has had some success in the past. But it hasn't translated to wins here in FGA. Maybe if they stopped focusing on Tomkins' every wish and focused more and being the veteran tag team, they could do well for themselves.

Grayson: Of course they're focused on whatever Tomkins says. He doesn't care about those two clowns. They're simply warm bodies, people to do his bidding. Tomkins just wants to keep those two in his back pocket for as long as he can.

Firestorm picks up Blayze, brings him over towards his corner and tags in Viktor Kool. Once Kool gets in, Koolstorm delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back. They then take Blayze and whip him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Koolstorm throws him down with a double back body drop. Kool immediately makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

As Kool picks up Blayze, Blayze quickly reaches up and delivers a kneeling jawbreaker. While Kool is stunned, Blayze quickly goes over and tags in Chaths.

Clement: And here comes Chaths, the man who pulled off quite the upset in his Frontier Lions Cup Qualifier over Jason Richards.

Grayson: It's not an upset when you're flat out better than the competition.

Chaths slingshots himself into the ring. He begins to circle Kool before heading over and engaging in a lock up. Chaths quickly places him in a side headlock. But Kool is able to shove Chaths off of him and into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Kool knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes. When Kool comes back, Chaths turns over onto his stomach. Kool hops over him and continues to run into the roeps. Chaths then pushes himself up to his feet. When Kool comes back, Chaths goes for a hip toss. But Kool blocks it. He then punches Chaths in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Chaths' neck, Kool performs a back flip. But once he lands on his feet, Kool is met with a shoot kick to the chest. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the building. Chaths sizes him up before delivering another shoot kick.... and another. He then takes Kool and goes for an irish whip. Kool reverses and sends Chaths into the ropes. But Chaths hooks his arms around the top rope, stopping his momentum. Kool sees this and darts over to him. Chaths ducks and counters by dumping him over the top rope with a fireman's carry. But Kool lands safely on his feet on the apron. When Chaths turns around, Kool throws a right hand. But Chaths ducks and counters with a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection. The shoulder thrust knocks Kool off the apron and to the floor. As Kool gets up and turns to his right, Blayze runs along the apron, hops off and throws him down with a flying hurricarana. The crowd boos as Blayze picks up Kool and rolls him back into the ring. Chaths goes over and makes the cover with a forearm across the jaw.

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Kool kicks out.

Clement: I have to say, these two are working surprisingly well together.

Grayson: There's no reason to be surprised. They're both good athletes. They're both in great shape. They both hand the same endgame in mind.

After Blayze hops up onto the apron, Chaths tags him back in before sending Kool into the ropes. Blayze then quickly steps back into the ring. When Kool comes back, Chaths and Blayze knock him down with a double superkick. The crowd boos as Blayze makes the cover.

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Firestorm pulls Blayze off of Kool. But before Firestorm can even protect himself, Chaths darts across the ring and connects with a running flying shoulder block, sending Firestorm stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos.

As Chaths heads to the outside, Blayze picks up Kool and whips him into the ropes. When Kool comes back, Blayze goes for a tilt-a-whirl slam. But Kool is able to counter into a russian leg sweep. He floats over and makes the cover.

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Blayze kicks out.

Clement: Nice counter there by Viktor Kool. But it only gets two.

Kool picks up Blayze and goes for an irish whip. But Blayze reverses and sends Kool into the ropes. When Kool comes back, he knocks down Blayze with a cross body block. He then gets up, goes over and tags in Firestorm. Once Firestorm gets in, Koolstorm picks up Blayze and deliver a double vertical suplex. Firestorm makes the cover.

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Blayze gets his shoulder up.

Firestorm picks up Blayze and whips him into the corner. Firestorm runs across the ring, but Blayze nails him with an elbow to the face. As Firestorm comes back, Blayze runs from out of the corner, jumps up and takes him down with a leg lariat. He makes the cover.

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Firestorm gets his shoulder up.

Blayze then grabs him by the arm, drags him into the corner and tags Chaths back in. Blayze picks up Firestorm and holds him in position as Chaths runs into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, he connects with a shining yakuza kick to the head. As soon as Chath's foot connects with Firestorm's head, Blayze plants him with a small package driver. The crowd boos as Chaths makes the cover.

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Firestorm gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Great tandem move there by Chaths and Blayze. But Firestorm still has some fight left in him as he gets the shoulder up.

Grayson: Chaths and Blayze will gladly knock whatever fight he has left right out of him.

Chaths gets up, reaches down, grabs Firestorm by the wrist, yanks him up to his feet and unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes Firestorm and whips him into the ropes. Kool makes the blind tag. When Firestorm comes back, Chaths goes for a lariat. But Firestorm ducks, wraps around and applies a waistlock. Kool then springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and connects with a flying front dropkick into a release german suplex from Firestorm. Kool then crawls over and makes the cover.

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Chaths gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: That was a close one. I thought Koolstorm was about to sneak away with a victory there.

Kool picks up Chaths, brings him over and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After hoisting himself up onto the middle ropes, he grabs Chaths and goes for a tornado DDT. Chaths shoves him off in mid turn. But thankfully for Kool, he lands safely on his feet. He runs back over towards Chaths. But Chaths cuts him off with a running leg lariat. The crowd boos as he goes over and tags Blayze back in. When Blayze gets in, the two men pick up Kool and whip him into the ropes. When Kool comes back, Chaths and Blayze hoist him up high in the air, step back and watch as he crashes onto the canvas. The crowd boos. Firestorm then gets in and rushes over towards both men. But Blayze and Chaths knock him down with a double superkick. Blayze then heads into the corner as Chaths picks up Kool. As Blayze springboards onto the top rope, Chaths lifts up Kool and delivers the End of Days, followed by the Blayze of Glory from Blayze.

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"Wrath of God" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, BLOODBATH & BEYOND!

Chaths and Blayze stand tall as they raise their arms in victory; the crowd boos.

Clement: Blayze and Chaths pick up the victory in their first match as a tag team. And they could very well ride this wave of momentum into FRONTIER vs FGA 2.

Grayson: But not just that event. How about into the Frontier Lions Cup, where the finals could be none other than Blayze against Chaths?

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

16 FGA Grapplers were selected...

8 were able to qualify....

In one night, these 8 grapplers will have to go through three grueling rounds to become the next FGA Lions Cup winner...

To battle is honor...

To win is hell...

Who will be left standing?

The 2013 Frontier Lions Cup, only at...

August 31
Du Burns Arena
Baltimore, MD

[FGA Office]

((Cut to the backstage area where we find the camera just panning around at various people working; moving boxes and such as the show goes on at ringside. We then come across Sean Sands and Alison James who are both stretching as they hold a last minute pow-wow about their match coming up in a little bit. Justice Young is seen approaching on camera.))

Justice Young: Excuse me! Alison, Sean, may I have a wo-

((The camera angle becomes shaken as two blurs rush past Justice, cutting him off. The figures come into frame, immediately shown to be going after Sands and James. Those blurs are then recognized as "Bloodbath & Beyond" members, Johnny Blayze and Chaths. Both men crash into Sands and James knocking them into a travel case nearby.))

Justice Young: Oh my god!

((Blayze backs up and allows Chaths to continue the beat down on the two helpless victims as he stares with a diabolical smirk growing quickly on his face. Chaths viciously attacks the legs of both grapplers with stomps. He pauses for a moment and raises his right arm to reveal his tonfa, Sekhmet, to the camera. His nefarious eyes shoot between Sands and James. Suddenly he rushes to Sands proceeds to unload on him, striking his shoulders, midsection, and legs.))

Justice Young: Help! Help!

((Ring agents try to stop the chaos but Blayze knocks them away with a boot to the gut or a forearm to the back. After a few minutes, Johnny Blayze places a hand on Chaths' shoulder, just after Chaths hits Sands one good time across the forehead, signaling the beast to cease his destructive ways. Chaths looks at Blayze and then to James who stares back at him with a look of pure hatred. Chaths shoots her a toothy grin before walking up to her and giving her one last hard boot to the face. He and Blayze then turn to the camera. Blayze gets real close to the lens and begins to speak.))

Blayze: I know a secret. I know something that none of you.. you.. _people_ could even begin to understand. With your filth riddled brains and tarnished souls. The whores and slime that ooze into this place like sludge to a gutter. You all flock, from far and wide to this place. This.. FGA. And for what?

((Blayze raises his arms quizzically))

Blayze: Glory? Fame? Money? Recognition? You wear your sins and foolish pride like badges of honor. The blood soaked fingers and faces of each person here in the back, or out there..

((Blayze motions down the hallway towards the curtain leading to ringside with his index finger.))

Blayze: Guilty of sins that you all are too afraid to confess about. But this man..

((Blayze motions with his head towards Chaths.))

Blayze: He and I have seen the dismantling of a society first hand. Through the culture that is the FGA locker room, we've witnessed bit-by-bit and piece-by-piece, the slow deterioration and degradation of not just this federation or the industry that umbrellas it, but the culture of the very society that surrounds us.

((Blayze looks down, saddened.))

Blayze: But fear not. For we are here now to fix the mess you've all created. We are here to act as the will of the righteous.

((Blayze steps closer to Sean Sands and Alison James and places a hand on each of their foreheads wiping up some of the blood that is staining their brows.))

Blayze: So take my actions a moment ago as the actions of a compassionate man. For anyone less would've allowed the beast to devour his prey in one fell swoop.

((Blayze slaps his hands together.))

Blayze: Because where we put Mr. Sands and Miss James here; nestled up in the comforts of their minds...

((Blayze taps his right temple with a blood stained finger; leaving a crimson imprint sticking to the side of his face.))

Blayze: ...They can live, forever.

((Blayze looks down at the crumpled bodies at his feet, his mouth morphing into a frown.))

Blayze: But when they wake up that dream evaporates. I'm hoping both of them realize that what we did… was to set them free from the cruel reality that they face here in FGA. I'm praying… that they realize that what we're trying to do is free them from the vice grips of reality. From the cold. Hard. Fact. That Sean Sands, Alison James, and everyone who is on the other side of the line from us... can... not... win. That being in a dream is the best option that faces anyone who stands in our way.

((Blayze steps back, as Chaths follows suit in step.))

Blayze: That what we're doing.. is nothing more than the work to help save you all from yourselves.

((Blayze walks away along with Chaths as the camera looks down at Sands and James who are now able to be attended to by the medical staff.))

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos Semifinals Match
Bad Attitude vs. The Usual Suspects

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a semifinals match in the Dynamic Duos Tournament. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. Weighing in at a combined weight of 482 pounds. They are the team of Jason Marx and Chris Tryon.... THE USUAL SUSPECTS!

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

Clement: Say what you want about the team of Jason Marx and Chris Tryon. But their record speaks for itself. This team has yet to taste defeat, period, in an FGA ring.

Grayson: It's definitely something that should not be downplayed. There are more experienced teams left in this field of four. There are more teams that are accomplished individually. But as a team? Maybe you could argue the U.K. Dragons. But for my money, The Usual Suspects are the hottest team left in this tournament.

“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, weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds. Representing The Untouchables, they are the team of “The SoCal Switchblade” Adam Stryker and “The Raise-The-Bar Superstar” Michael Tomkins..... 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: These two men have evil intentions in mind. I just hope that for their sake, Chris Tryon's mouth hasn't gotten him and his partner into trouble.

Grayson: Well you can stop hoping because they are in deep S.H.I.-you-know-what. They both have nothing but respect for Jason Marx. But they have nothing but contempt for Chris Tryon. 

The bell sounds as Marx and Tomkins start things off. But Tomkins steps back and points at Tryon. Marx looks over at Tryon, who is begging to be tagged on. Marx concedes and tags Tryon in.

Clement: Chris Tryon and Michael Tomkins have had a war or words over the past several weeks. And now those words are about to turn into fists.

As Tryon steps through the ropes, Tomkins darts over and sucker punches him, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd boos. Tomkins picks him up, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tryon around, Tomkins rips off the upper portion of Tryon's singlet and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to his bare chest. He then takes Tryon and whips him hard chest-first into the opposite corner. As Tryon stumbles back, Tomkins picks him up and takes him down with a belly to back suplex. Tomkins gets up, places his foot across Tryon's throat and crouches down as he taunts him. The crowd boos.

Clement: The level of disrespect that Tomkins is showing this young man is uncecessary.

Grayson: How about the level of disrespect that Tryon has shown towards Tomkins? This kid has been running his mouth for weeks non-stop. It's about time someone puts him in his place and I'm glad Bad Attitude are the ones to do it!

Tomkins lets go. He picks up Tryon and whips him into the corner. Tomkins runs into the corner, but Tryon nails him with an elbow to the face. When he turns around, Stryker nails him with a right hand, sending him stumbling back to boos from the crowd. Tomkins then grabs him from behind and delivers a german suplex. He then picks up Tryon, knees him in the midsection and then delivers a gutwrench suplex. Tomkins gets up and circles Tryon. He walks with his hands on his hips as he shakes his head in disgust. As Tryon tries to get up, Tomkins knocks him back down nudge to the head with his foot. Tryon tries to get back up, but Tomkins reaches down and slaps him across the face.

Grayson: Look at that punk kid. He doesn't seem so tough now, does he?

Clement: This is uncalled for.

Grayson: No, it's necessary. He needs to learn to respect those that paved the way for him.

Once Tomkins has had enough, he reaches down to pick up Tryon. But Tryon rolls him up in a small package.

Clement: Oh what is this!?

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As both men get up, Tomkins runs over for a clothesline. But Tryon ducks and counters with a school boy.

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Tomkins kicks out.

As both men get up, Tryon grabs Tomkins and goes for an irish whip. But Tomkins reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Tomkins goes for a clothesline. But Tryon ducks, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Tryon throws a kick to the midsection. But Tomkins catches his foot, spins him around, grabs him from behind and goes for another belly to back suplex. But Tryon rolls over his back, lands on his feet and quickly rolls up Tomkins with an O'Connor Roll.

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Tomkins kicks out. The momentum sends Tryon into the ropes, where Stryker cheap shots him with a forearm strike to the face. Tomkins goes over and puts the boots to Tryon before tagging in Stryker.

Clement: A quick succession of pin attempts nearly got The Untouchables the victory. But once again, Bad Attitude strikes with a cheap shot.

Stryker gets in, picks up Tryon and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He sizes up Tryon before unleashing a series of elbow strikes to the head. He then brings Tryon from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending Stryker into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Tryon bends over to set up a back body drop. But Stryker stops and kicks Tryon square in the face. As a dazed Tryon stands up, Stryker delivers an inverted atomic drop followed by a discus clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Tryon and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tryon stumbles back, Stryker runs over and nearly takes his head off with a northern lariat. He turns Tryon over and makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: These guys are beating the hell out of this kid. And I must say, I'm not tired of seeing it yet. More, more!

Stryker picks up Tryon and whips him into the roeps. When Tryon comes back, Stryker hoists him in the air for a pop up ace crusher. But on the way down, Tryon grabs Stryker and delivers an ace crusher of his own. Tomkins gets the bottom rope in anger as Marx and Michaels can be seen cheering Tryon on.

Clement: Tryon may have just found his opening after countering with that ace cutter. Can he make it to the corner and tag Jason Marx in!?

While Stryker is down, Tryon turns over on all fours and tries to crawl over towards his corner. Tomkins then enters the ring, getting the ref's attention just as Tryon tags Marx in. Marx gets in and puts the boots to Stryker. But Tomkins points behind the ref. The ref turns and sees Marx attacking Stryker. So the ref goes over, pulls Marx off of Stryker and demands that he heads back into the corner. The crowd boos.

Clement: Come on, ref, he made the tag!

Grayson: But did he see it? Nope. This is perfect strategy by Bad Attitude.

While Marx and the ref argue, Tomkins drags Tryon all the way back over into his corner. Bad Attitude proceeds to put the boots to Tryon. Marx tells the ref to turn around. But the ref isn't having it. Stryker then steps through the ropes and makes a loud clap. When the ref turns around, he sees Stryker on the apron and Tomkins in the ring.

Grayson: Well played by Bad Attitude.

As Tryon tries to climb up to his feet using Tomkins' legs, Tomkins barks insults at him. He then reaches down and piefaces Tryon, shoving him back down to the canvas. Tomkins then turns and walks around the ring with his arms stretched out. The crowd boos. As Tryon tries to pull himself up using the ropes, Tomkins comes over and delivers a clubbing shot to the back of the neck, dropping Tryon to his knees. He tags Stryker back in. When Stryker gets in, Bad Attitude pick up Tryon and whip him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Bad Attitude bends over to set up a double back body drop. But Tryon stops, grabs them both and slams their heads together with a double noggin knocker. He then knocks down Stryker with a step-up enzguigiri before knocking Tomkins down with a jumping back kick.

Clement: Bad Attitude is down! Tryon is two, maybe three feet away from his corner.

Marx can be seen shouting at Tryon to tag him in. Meanwhile, Michaels slaps the canvas to try and motivate Tryon. Tryon slowly gets up to his feet. The groggy Tryon tries to shake out the cobwebs and waddle over towards his corner. But Tomkins rushes over and grabs him from behind with a waistlock.

Grayson: Not so fast.

Marx steps up onto the middle ropes and stretches his arms out as far as he can. Tryon tries to reach his arm out as far as he can. But Tomkins is doing his best to hold Tryon in place. Just as Tryon is about to reach Marx and make the tag, Tomkins drags him back towards the center of the ring. He hits a bridging german suplex, followed by a baseball slide to Tryon's face from Stryker. The crowd boos as Stryker makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Clement: I hate to say it, but Bad Attitude has done an excellent job of working over Tryon and cutting off the ring.

Grayson: They're making it seem so easy, too.

Stryker picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Stryker knocks him down with the Headhunter Kicker. He then calls for the Vortex to boos from the crowd. After picking up Tryon and lifting him up across one shoulder, Stryker flips him down for the Vortex. But Tryon catches his knee and then throws Stryker down with a dragonscrew legwhip. Tomkins kicks the bottom rope in anger before stepping back into the ring. Once Tryon gets up and turns around, Tomkins runs over and goes for A Taste of Greatness. But Tryon ducks. When Tomkins turns around, Tryon tries to leap up and tag in Marx. But Tomkins catches him in mid air and counters with an inverted atomic drop. Tomkins then grabs him by the neck with both hands and taunts him. He then lets go of Tryon to throw a spinning back fist. But Tryon ducks and counters with an atomic drop. Tomkins goes down as Tryon stumbles back into the ropes furtheest away from Marx.

Clement: Bad Attitude have once again been taken down.

Grayson: But look at where Tryon is. He's all the way across the ring. He's not making that tag!

As Bad Attitude get up, they march across the ring, grab Tryon and whip him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, he rolls underneath the double clothesline. When Bad Attitude turns around, Tryon knocks them both down with simulteanous single leg dropkicks. As all three men get up, Tryon throws a kick at Tomkins. But Tomkins catches his foot. He then spins his leg over towards Stryker. Stryker catches the leg, throws it down, grabs Tryon from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Tryon rolls over Stryker's back, lands on his feet, turns, dives into his corner and tags in Jason Marx.

Grayson: Oh boy...

Clement: Marx is in and all hell is about to break loose!

Marx gets in and is met with clubbing shots from Bad Attitude. They then take Marx and whip him into the ropes. Wen Marx comes back, he knocks down both men with clotheslines. Stryker gets up, but Marx knocks him back down with a clothesline. Tomkins gets up, but Marx knocks him back down. As Stryker gets up, Marx grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Marx throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. As Marx gets up and turns around, Tomkins throws out a kick. But Marx catches his foot and counters with a capture suplex. Marx then takes Stryker and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Marx kicks him in the midsection and throws him down with a double underhook suplex. When Marx gets up and turns around, Tomkins goes for a running clothesline. But Marx ducks, grabs him from behind and hits a relase tiger suplex.

Clement: Jason Marx has just cleaned house. He's fired up!

Marx heads over, picks up Stryker and waits for Tomkins to get up. Marx then takes Stryker and whips him into Tomkins. After Bad Attitude collide, Tomkins stumbles through the ropes and to the floor. Stryker stumbles back and turns around into a kick to the midsection. Marx then hoists Stryker up onto his shoulders to set up Mass Destruction. Tryon begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he's on top, he stop as Dom Harter appears at ringside to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Perfect timing.

Clement: What the hell is Harter doing out here!? He has no business out here!

The sight of Harter causes Tryon to freeze in his tracks. Back in the ring, Stryker lunges down and nails Marx with a 12-to-6 elbow to the top of the head. Stryker then slips down and connects with a superkick, sending Marx stumbling back into the ropes. Once Marx stumbles into Tryon, Tryon slips and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Tryon can be seen cringing in pain. He then slowly leans to his left before falling off the top turnbuckle and tumbling to the floor. The crowd boos as a devilish smirk appears on Harter's face.

Grayson: It looks like his work here is done.

Back in the ring, Stryker picks up Marx and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Stryker climbs up onto the middle ropes and goes for a superplex. But Marx blocks the move. So Stryker tightens his grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Marx blocks the move. Stryker then sets up onto the top ropes and goes for a suplerplex. But again, Marx blocks the move. Marx then reaches up and delivers three punches to the ribs. Marx then stands up on the top ropes to “Ooooooooooohs” and “Aaaaaaaaaahs” from the crowd.

Clement: What is he thinking?

Grayson: No, it can't be. No....

Marx tights his grip...... and superplexes Stryker from off the top turnbuckle and onto the floor. The loud thud from the fall can be heard throughout the building. The crowd erupts with cheers. Fans in the front row reache over and repeatedly slap the barricade. “FGA! FGA! FGA!” chants ring out throughout the venue.

Clement: Desperate times calls for desperate measures. And that's what happened when Jason Marx superplexed Adam Stryker off the top rope and to that cold, unforgiving concrete floor.

Grayson: They have to be hurt. They've got to be!

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

ref: ONE... TWO... THREE....

Both men are still down.

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

Both men are still down and haven't moved a muscle. Michaels rushes over, kneels down next to Marx and frantically fans him with her hands to try and revive him. But it's to no avail.

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

Tomkins gets up and begins to makes his way across ringside.

Ref: ................ NINE................

Tomkins hooks his arms underneath Stryker's armspits and drags him towards the ring.

Ref: ............. TEN!

Tomkins rolls Stryker back into the ring. Once the bell sounds, Tomkins raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think we got ourselves a winner. Bad Attitude advances!

Clement: Did they?

The ref heads to the outside and talks something over with Manny Cruz. Once Cruz gets the final decision from the ref, he takes the mic.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that since neither Adam Stryker or Jason Marx were able to return to the ring by the count of ten, this match has been ruled.... a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!

Clement: What? No!

Grayson: Come on! You've got to be kidding me.

Tomkins is irate at the announcement. He rushes over and yells at the referee. But the ref isn't going to cave into Tomkins' demands.

Grayson: I can't believe this. A draw in the semifinals. What happens now?

Clement: I'm not sure. Hopefully we'll have some answers by the time the next semifinals match takes place.

[FGA Office]

Nearly five months ago, he lost his championship...

"Fairchild crouches down and waits patiently for Q to get back up. When Q gets up and turns around, Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini. But Q ducks and lifts Fairchild up onto his shoulders. The crowd gasps as Fairchild kicks his legs, trying his hardest to get out. But its to no avail as Q looks directly into the camera before planting him with The Compactor. The ref slides over to start the count.

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"The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: here is your winner.......... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!"

Now, he's back for what is "his"...

"But let’s be honest. You face me now… You’d get your ass handed to you."

He was apart of a conspiracy to take the title off of the Big Bad...

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“Superunknown” blares throughout the building to a chorus of boos. Bond collapses to his knees and buries his head in his hands.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, DOM HARTER!

Drake and Pooler roll into the ring. They help Harter up to his feet as the ref hands him the FGA Championship belt. A smile forms across Harter's face as he kisses the belt. He raises the belt in the air, but he quickly winces in pain before holding his back. The boos are nearly deafening as Harter celebrates his FGA Championship win with his fellow crows."

Now, he's back to collect...

"That Heavyweight title is being owned on borrowed time, he just didn't know it yet. So let me remedy the situation; I'm putting everyone in the locker room, and especially you AJ, on notice; Chris Q belongs to me. Nobody touches him until I take back what doesn't belong to him. "

And he has been virtually unstoppable...

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As the ref calls for the bell, the lumberjacks stop fighting among themselves and look to see who won.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

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

The lumberjacks look on with varied looks of disgust, annoyance and anger as Chris Q gets handed the FGA Championship belt.

Clement: Chris Q has done it!! He's regained the championship!!! He's become FGA Champion again!!!!

Q staggers over into the corner. After pulling himself up onto the middle ropes, he slowly raises his FGA Championship belt to a downpour of boos. He then turns and looks down at Chris Bond, who stares back up at him. Bond points to the FGA Championship. But Chris Q smirks, shakes his head and raises the belt to another downpour of boos.

A.J. Fairchild....

"You put that title up against me now… And it goes back home to New York with me"

....battles Bob Pooler....

"What WON'T I Do Next?"

.... and Chris Q ....

"I don’t care if I’m defending my title against one or either of them, because it will all be a waste of time. If Bob Pooler or A.J. Fairchild really deserved to be the FGA Champion, they would have the belt by now. "

In a Three Way Dance for Chris Q's FGA Heavyweight Championship.

August 31
Du Burns Arena
Baltimore, MD

[FGA Office]

Clement: Earlier tonight, both Alison James and Sean Sands were the victims of an unprovoked attack at the hands of Bloodbath & Beyond. From what we've been told, both grapplers will be ready to compete in this next match. So that's great news. But that attacked wasn't called for.

Grayson: Of course it wasn't called for. Do Chaths and Blayze care? No. It was about making a statement and softening their opponents up for the Frontier Lions Cup. Suffice to say, i think they've done just that.

6-Person Tag Team Match
Kevin Hardaway, Alison James, Sean Sands vs. J.T. Cash, Camellia D. Magna, Jason Richards

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a 6-Person Tag Team Match. Introducing first, now residing out of New Haven, Connecticut by way of Panama City, Florida. Weighing in at 125 pounds, ALISON JAMES!

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

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

Cruz: And her partner, from Cincinatti, Ohio. Weighing in at 209 pounds, SEAN SANDS!

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

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is thrilled seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron.

Cruz: And their partner, from Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at 229 pounds. He is “Unbreakable” KEVIN HARDAWAY!

The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

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

Cruz: And their opponents. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 202 pounds. He is “The American Wolf” JASON RICHARDS!

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

“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. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.


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

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.

The lights strobe throughout the arena, as the first notes of Enemy by Sevendust hit the PA system, the crowd all move towards the guard rails as there standing at the top of the ramp having broken through the curtains is J.T.Cash. Dressed in his usual black track pants with Enigma written down the side of one leg, a dark zip up hoody covering his face he stands at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth from side to side.

Cruz: And their partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 209 pounds. He is the reigning FGA Pride Champion, “The Enigma” J...... T...... CASH!

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.

The bell sounds as Cash and Hardaway start things off. The two men make their way to the center of the ring. Cash has words for Hardaway, but Hardaway just stares him down.

Clement: Cash hasn't forgotten about Hardaway's involvement in his match against Chandler Scott at All-Star Showdown II.

Cash can then be seen repeatedly poking Hardaway on the chest with his index finger. At this point, Hardaway has had enough. He slaps Cash's hand away from him before pushing him back. “Oooooooooohs” can be heard throughout the crowd.

Grayson: Uh oh!

Cash comes right back with a shove of his own. After looking each other up and down, they lunge forward and lock up. After jockeying for position, Cash moves Hardaway into 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 make a clean break. But Cash stands right in front of Hardaway and stares him down. Hardaway responds by shoving Cash down to the canvas. “Oooooooooohs” can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: The tension is picking up quick in this one.

Cash rolls up, gets to his feet and immediately gets back in Hardaway's face. The two continue to have words until Hardaway places him in a side headlock. Cash quickly shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Cash goes for a standing shoulderblock. But Hardaway doesn't budge. Hardaway smirks at Cash's attempt to knock him down. Cash then runs back into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. As Hardaway runs into the ropes, Cash kips up to his feet. When Hardaway comes back, Cash leap frogs over him. Hardaway continues to run into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Cash throws him down with a hip toss. The crowd cheers. Hardaway gets up, but Cash throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Hardaway gets back up, but Cash throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Hardaway quickly reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Cash is able to escape via a kip up. Hardaway then kips up himself. The two men turn and are face to face. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as both men step back and circle the ring.

Clement: These two men are evenly matched. What a contest that would be, Cash and Hardaway over the Pride Championship.

Grayson: As long as it ends with them both knocking each other out, I'm happy.

Hardaway goes over and tags in Sean Sands.

Grayson: Let's see how well he does after that little run in with Bloodbath & Beyond from earlier.

Clement: Well if there's one thing we know about Sands it's that he's no stranger to tag team matches.

The crowd cheers as Sands enters the ring. Both Cash and Sands inch towards each other and go for a lock up. But Sands ducks underneath, applies a waistlock from behind and then transitions into a side headlock. Cash tries to shove Sands off of him. But Sands cinches in the hold. Cash is then able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. The crowd cheers. Sands then bends forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Cash then reaches back, grabs Sands by the back of the head and snapmares him down, breaking the hold. Sands quickly gets back up to his feet, but Cash throws him down with an arm drag. Sands gets back up, but Cash throws him down with another arm drag. As Sands gets up, Cash grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Cash goes for a hip toss. But Sands blocks it. He then punches Cash in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Cash's neck, Sands jumps up and delivers the Fame Asser to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cash kicks out.

Sands picks him up, wrings his arm, brings him over to his corner and tags in Alison James. The crowd cheers as James gets in the ring and wrings Cash's arm. She then yanks the arm before delivering another arm wrench. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But Cash refuses to quit. James then backs up towards her corner and tags Hardaway back in.

The crowd cheers as Hardaway gets in and nails Cash with a punch to the midsection. He grabs a hold of the arm and delivers an arm wringer of his own. Cash then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wringer of his own. But Hardaway reverses right back into an arm wringer of his own. The ref asks Cash if he wants to give up. But the Pride Champion refuses to quit. He then runs towards the corner, runs up the turnbuckles, dives off the top turnbuckle and throws Hardaway down with a flying arm drag. The crowd cheers. After both men get up, Cash goes for a running clothesline. But Hardaway ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Hardaway goes for a spinning back kick to the midsection. But Cash catches his foot, throws it down, grabs him from behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Cash picks him up, brings him into the corner and tags in Jason Richards.

Clement: Cash now finally able to get out and tag in the fresh man.

The crowd cheers as Richards gets into the ring and nails Hardaway with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the corner. He unleashes a barrage of forearm strikes to the head. Richards then steps back and lights up Hardaway's chest with a series of shoot kicks that echo throughout the venue. He then tags in Camellia D. Magna.

The crowd cheers as Cami gets in and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. She then brings Hardaway from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Hardaway nails her with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Cami is doubled over, Hardaway brings her into the corner and tags Sands back in.

Sands gets in and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then brings Cami from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Sands knocks her down with a back elbow to the face. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Cami kicks out.

Sands picks her up, only to throw her back down with a scoop slam. He then points to the top turnbuckle as he heads over towards the corner. The crowd cheers. As Cami gets up, Sands climbs up to the top turnbuckle. When she turns around, he flips off for a moonsault. Cami moves out of the way, but Sands luckily lands on his feet. When Cami turns around, Sands runs over and goes for a bicycle kick. But Cami rolls underneath it. When Cami gets up and turns around, she turns right into a roundhouse kick from Sands. He quickly grabs a hold of her, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster. The crowd cheers as he turns over and makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Sands only get two. I'm surprised Cami was able to get her shoulder up after being dropped on her head like that.

Grayson: Speaking of surprises, I'm surprised her and Jason Richards didn't qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup.

Clement: Wade Nolan and Chaths definitely pulled off the upset over Cami and Richards respectively. But that's how tough the competition here is in FGA. Anyone can be beaten on any given day.

Grayson: Except for Chris Q. I mean come on.

Sands picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Sands goes for another back elbow to the face. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks down Sands with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers. Sands gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. Cami picks up Sands and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, sending Cami towards the ropes. But Cami reverses by delivering a handspring backflip kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Clement: A great athletic maneuver there by Cami, but it only gets two. When you see her pull off a move like that, you're reminded of the potential that she possesses.

Cami picks up Sands and sets him up for a DDT. But Sands counters with a bridging northern lights suplex.

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Sands floats over, lands on his feet, pulls Cami up into the seated position and goes for a buzzsaw kick. But Cami ducks and counters with a schoolboy.

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Sands kicks out.

As both grapplers gets up, Sands runs over and goes for a clothesline, but Cami ducks. Sands' momentum takes him towards the ropes. But he uses the momentum to his advantage by springboarding onto the middle rope, turning around and blasting Cami with the Lip Buster to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Another nearfall for Sands. Sands and his teammates for tonight have all qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup. We could very well see Hardaway vs Sands in the semifinals.

Grayson: You're assuming that they even make it out of the first round.

Sands heads over and tags Hardaway back in. Hardaway gets in, picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Hardaway turns her inside out with the Decap Lariat. The crowd cheers as he steps through the ropes and makes his way up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Hardaway leaps off, going for a diving double foot stomp. But Cami rolls out of the way. Once Hardaway's lands on the canvas, his momentum sends him rolling forward. When he gets up and turns around, Cami is charging at him. He then hoists her up in the air. But on her way down, Cami grabs him and plants him with a DDT. The crowd cheers.

Clement: What a DDT by Camellia D. Magna!

Grayson: But does she have enough energy to turn over and make the cover?

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

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

Both grapplers are still down.

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

The cheers soon turn to boos as Chaths can be seen stepping through the curtain. Sands sees this. He immediately hops off the apron and storms around ringside. James is torn between going after Chaths and waiting for Hardaway's tag. Hardaway is now seconds away from tagging out.

Clement: What is Chaths doing out here? They already had their match for the night. They even attacked Sands and James earlier. What more do they want?

The crowd cheers as Hardaway reaches up and tags in James. Cami then lunges over and tags in Cash to cheers from the crowd. Back on the outside, Chaths taunts Sands as Sands marches his way up the aisle. But Sands ends up getting blindsided by Johnny Blayze, who comes from out of nowhere to boos from the crowd. Bloodbath & Beyond puts the boots to Sands.

Grayson: Looks like they want to divide and conquer to me. And the ref is so clueless, he doesn't even see Sands getting jumped up at the entrance.

Back in the ring, Cash and James rush towards the center of the ring. James goes for a clothesline, but Cash ducks. When James turns around, Cash gives her a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes her and goes for an irish whip. But James reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Cash comes back, James bends over to set up a back body drop. Cash stops and grabs her, setting her up for The Generation Gap. But James counters with an inverted atomic drop. While Cash is doubled over in pain, James begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Clement: James could have something big in mind.

When Cash turns around, James leaps off the top turnbuckle and goes for a diving cross body block. But Cash runs, jumps up and tackles her out of the air with the Cash Cut; the crowd cheers. As Cash gets up and turns around, Hardaway goes for another Decap Lariat. But Cash ducks. When Hardaway turns around. Cash throws out a kick to the midsection. Hardaway catches his foot, but Cash counters with the Vegas Two Times, sending Hardaway stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, Cash turns and waits patiently as a dazed James gets up. She holds her head after it smacked hard off the canvas. When she turns around, Cash kicks her in the midsection and plants her with The Generation Gap. The crowd cheers as Cash turns over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Enemy” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, JASON RICHARDS, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA and J.T. CASH!

Cash stands between Magna and Richards and raises their arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cash and company get the victory. But an assist has to go to Bloodbath & Beyond for sticking their nose in business that it didn't belong in.

Grayson: If I'm them, I take the win however I can get it. It could have easily been them on the losing end.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where all three members of The Murder are stood, ready dressed in their ring attire, except for Pooler who is wearing jeans and a ‘Fly or Die’ t-shirt. Drake stands in the center, flanked on either side by Harter and Pooler.)

Bob Pooler: Enjoy this sight, ladies and gentlemen, for you have the distinct pleasure of looking upon the next FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team champions...

(Pooler motions at Drake and Harter.)

Bob Pooler: The next FGA Pride Champion...

(Pooler motions to Drake before pointing at himself.)

Bob Pooler: And the next FGA Champion. And it starts tonight.

Dom Harter: That’s right. You see, Bad Attitude and The Usual Suspects fought to a draw…

(Harter laughs, knowing his unexpected appearance may have helped cost The Usual Suspects the match.)

Dom Harter: Which as I understand means that when Malcolm and I go down to that ring and bring the U.K. Dragons to heel, when we crush them beneath the soles of our boots … we will be declared as the FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team champions.

Malcolm Drake: My protégé puts it mildly. Tonight, The Murder will do more than just capture the tag titles we’ve had our eyes on since they were announced a few months ago. We will do more than take our place in history as the first ever FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team champions.

Dom Harter: Damn right.

Malcolm Drake: You both, Ms. Evangelista and Ms. Hardy, you have found yourselves in the unenviable position of being between The Murder and that which we desire. And just like every obstacle we have previously encountered, we will remove you from our path…

(Drake smirks ominously.)

Malcolm Drake: With extreme prejudice.

Dom Harter: And when it’s all been said and done, when we have kicked your teeth down your throats. When we have left your limp lifeless bodies riddled with bruises and broken bones and captured the belts we so deserve. We will use you two poor unfortunate souls to send a message to the rest of Pro Wrestling Frontier.

Bob Pooler: Especially to those unlucky souls that CJ Osborne deemed unnecessary enough to sacrifice at the altar of The Murder. Seth Moore, Jason X, Adam Stryker. Take note of what The Murder accomplishes tonight. Remind yourself of the destruction we have caused, the havoc we have wreaked. Your new buddy Pat Gordon Jr. should be able to tell you exactly what we can do in that ring…

(All three members of The Murder smirk and chuckle for a few moments.)

Malcolm Drake: They send their heroes after us. They send their dragons and they send their GODS... If this the best that Pro Wrestling FRONTIER wants to send our way... so be it. We will SLAUGHTER them all. We will pick the meat from their bones and send back what little remains. FGA must DIE... so it can be rebuilt in OUR image. Hmmm. And anyone else, every other invader who seeks to establish dominance over FGA, remember…

(Pause.)

Malcolm Drake: NO ONE DESTROYS FGA, BUT ME!

(Drake pants heavily before concluding.)

Malcolm Drake: Memento mori...