FRONTIER vs FGA 2 [Results]

[FGA Office]

Half The Crowd: LET'S GO, FRONTIER!

The Other Half: F-G-A!

Half The Crowd: LET'S GO, FRONTIER!

The Other Half: F-G-A!

Half The Crowd: LET'S GO, FRONTIER!

The Other Half: F-G-A!

Kevin Clement: Hello Frontier fans and even you, FRONTIER fans to this FRONTIER and FGA presentation. This.... is FRONTIER vs FGA 2. We are coming to you from the Monroe Sports Center here in Monroe, New Jersey. I am Kevin Clement. And joining me tonight is FRONTIER's very own Dave White. Dave, welcome.

Dave White: It's a pleasure to be here. I've done a lot of prep work for this event. FGA has some good talent. Not quite up to par with FRONTIER. But... it's quality talent nonetheless.

Clement: I see you're starting already.

White: Just some playful teasing...

Clement: Well tonight, we have a jam packed card. We've got singles action. Tag Team action.

White: .. of both the six man and 4-way variety.

Clement: And of course, you can't forget the main event. Kevin Hardaway. Chandler Scott. 60-Minute Iron Man Match. It's going to be epic.

White: Indeed it will. You have Hardaway and Scott. Two men who arguably are the faces, or one of the faces, of both companies. Two men who, just one year ago, were the faces of the opposite company. These men have accomplished so much in both places. Now, it all comes to a head tonight. I can't wait.

Clement: Back in April, Chandler defeated Hardaway for the Pride Championship. But can be duplicate that success here tonight? We will find out shortly. But right now, let's send it to the ring where Manny Cruz is standing by...

[FGA Office]

"The Welsh Dragon" Michael Hopkins vs. "The Rogue" Michael Tomkins

“Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons plays to cheers from the crowd. Through the curtain steps Michael Hopkins to a position reaction from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some of the FRONTIER fans in the front row.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is your opening contest of the evening. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. From Cardiff, Wales... weighing in at 240 pounds. he is "The Welsh Dragon" MICHAEL HOPKINS!

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

Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts.... from London, England... weighing in at 225 pounds... he is "The Rogue" MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising one arm, holding up three fingers. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

Clement: Here we go. We have the Battle of the Michael's as Michael Hopkins takes on Michael Tomkins.

Grayson: Both men wanted and were granted this match. Hopkins is the far more experienced of the two. He has wrestled the majority of his career in the states. But he's recently taken up residence over in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. With that being said, Tomkins has accomplished quite a bit in his year plus in the ring. Chase for the Crown Tournament winner. First-ever FGA Heavyweight Champion. Plus, he's got a hell of a tag team partner in our very own, Adam Stryker...

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Tomkins places Hopkins in a side headlock. But Hopkins quickly shoves Tomkins off of him and into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, he knocks down Hopkins with a running shoulder block. The crowd boos. As Tomkins runs into the ropes, Hopkins kips up to his feet. When Tomkins comes back, Hopkins leapfrogs over him. Tomkins continues to run into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Hopkins goes for a hip toss. But Tomkins steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But it gets blocked by Hopkins. Tomkins goes for another hip toss but again, Hopkins blocks it. So Tomkins knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Hopkins' neck, Tomkins performs a standing flip. But once he lands on his feet, Hopkins knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins gets back up, but Hopkins knocks him back down with another clothesline. As Tomkins gets back up, Hopkins throws him down with an arm drag. He quickly transitions into a shoulder lock to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hopkins gains the advantage in the early going of this match. Last year, the event was split down the middle: three wins for FGA, three wins for FRONTIER. Could we see something similar happen tonight?

White: It very well could. The talent is evenly matched on both sides...

The ref asks Tomkins if he wants to give up. But Tomkins refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he knees Hopkins in the midsection and follows up with an arm wringer. The crowd boos as Hopkins cringes in pain. The ref asks Hopkins if he wants to give up. When Hopkins refuses to quit, Tomkins delivers another arm wringer... and another. Hopkins then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos once Tomkins reaches over and pokes him in the eyes.

Tomkins takes Hopkins and whips him into the ropes. When Hopkins comes back, Tomkins knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He makes the cover.

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Hopkins kicks out.

Tomkins picks up Hopkins, snapmares him over and delivers a series of stiff kicks to the back. Hopkins can be seen arching his back in pain. Tomkins then reaches down, picks up Hopkins, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Hopkins kicks out.

Clement: Tomkins now trying to work over the back.

White: A good strategy from "The Rogue." Both men are technically sound. But Hopkins can take it to the air, something which Tomkins isn't that known for. If he's able to ground Hopkins, then that's one less weapon that's taken away from him.

Tomkins picks up Hopkins, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Tomkins unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to the chest. He then takes Hopkins and whips him into the opposite corner. Tomkins runs across the ring. But he runs right into a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. As Tomkins stumbles back, Hopkins lunges from out of the corner and knocks him down with a Superman Punch. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Tomkins kicks out.

Clement: Tomkins is able to kick out. But man did he get rocked by that punch.

White: I'm surprised that didn't knock him out.

Hopkins picks him up and whips Tomkins into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Hopkins bends over to set up a back body drop. Tomkins counters with a sunset flip. But Hopkins rolls through it, quickly gets to his feet and nails Tomkins with a roundhouse kick to the head. The crowd cheers as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up.

Hopkins picks him up and goes for a vertical suplex, but Tomkins blocks the move. So Hopkins tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Tomkins blocks the move. Tomkins then counters with an arm wringer into a hook kick, knocking him down. As the crowd boos, Tomkins steps through the ropes and makes his way up the turnbuckles. But Hopkins rolls over, gets to his feet and runs over towards the corner. As Tomkins places one foot onto the top turnbuckle, Hopkins runs up onto the second ropes, grabs Tomkins and slams him down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins can be seen arching his back in pain. Hopkins goes over and makes the cover.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Tomkins took his sweet time climbing the turnbuckles. And "The Welsh Dragon" made him pay...

As Hopkins picks up Tomkins, Tomkins quickly grabs him and delivers a jawbreaker, sending Hopkins stumbling into the ropes. After going over and delivering a punch to the face, Tomkins takes Hopkins and whips him into the ropes. When Hopkins comes back, Tomkins takes him down with an STO. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Hopkins gets his shoulder up.

Tomkins takes Hopkins and goes for an irish whip. But Hopkins reverses, sending Tomkins into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Hopkins lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster. He then steps through the ropes, makes his way across the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Hopkins leaps off and connects with a flying elbow drop. The crowd cheers.

White: Hopkins connects with that flying elbow. And now Tomkins appears to be in a bad way...

Hopkins picks up Tomkins, grabs a hold of him and delivers the C-4 to cheers and applause from the crowd. Hopkins then sits Tomkins up, wraps his arms around his neck and arm and rolls over, locking in the Dim Dianc.

Clement: Triangle Choke! he's got the Triangle Choke applied!

The crowd cheers as Hopkins cinches in the hold. The ref asks Tomkins if he wants to give up. Tomkins responds by tapping out to cheers from the crowd.

“Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MICHAEL HOPKINS!

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

Clement: A nice opening contest there by both men.

White: And very similar to last year, FRONTIER picks up the first win.

Cement: Let's just hope we don't have to rally back to win the last three like last year...

[FGA Office]

(The scene cuts backstage to where Chris Tryon and Tiffany Lawrence Michaels are walking through the halls of the Monroe Sports Center; Chris is typing away on his iPad as a peeved Tiffany walks alongside him, huffing and struggling to keep up.)

Tiffany: Why are we even here, Chris?

Tryon: We’re here to support Chandler Scott.

Tiffany: FGA didn't even BOTHER to book us for this show. I could've been home catching up on my beauty rest. I know you like the guy, but I seriously doubt he needs your support to beat Kevin Hardaway.

Tryon: I know that, it's just that... Well, since he jumped ship to Frontier I don't really get the pleasure to watch him wrestle anymore. If those mongoloids in the front office hadn't screwed him over maybe...

Tiffany: Maybe what?

Tryon: Maybe I could've teamed up with him. You know... A legend takes a rookie under his wing.

Tiffany: What about Jason?

Tryon: What about him? Chandler Scott is like a new Corvette... Jason Marx is a 78 El Camino---

(Suddenly Tryon gets knocked down, an attack from behind catching him unawares. He stumbles forward, clutching the back of his head as his attacker grabs him by the collar and belt and throws him shoulder first into a nearby vending machine.)

Dom Harter: I told you this would get taken up a notch…

(He says before delivering a stiff boot to the ribs. And another. Tiffany, feeling brave, grabs Harter by the shoulder to try and drag him away, but Harter knocks her down with a backhand to the cheek. She screams out in pain as she falls, drawing Dom’s attention as the tenacious little bastard turns to her. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as he steps towards her; Tiffany backpedals, crawling away as Harter reaches down and grabs her by the hair.)

Dom Harter: You are a pretty thing, aren’t you?

Tiffany: Stay away from me…

(Tiffany is brought back to her feet, a horrified look on her face; mouth agape, nothing but petrified silence escaping her lips as she stares wide-eyed at the face of Harter. His nostrils flared as he grabs her around the around the throat, ready to slam her back against the wall before Tryon makes the save! Harter grunts in pain as the low-blow is delivered; Tiffany escapes his grasps, running away to go get some help. Tryon gets back to his feet as he swings a punch at Harter, catching the tag champ flush on the jaw. He swings again, but Harter blocks it and drives Tryon back with a football tackle into the vending machine before throwing him down the hall.)

Dom Harter: You had to bring her into this, didn’t you?

(He says as he swings his boot up into Tryon’s ribs no less than three times.)

Tryon: You deserved it…

(Harter grabs him by the collar and drags him up, doubling him over with a stiff knee to the gut; he spies a table conveniently set up nearby and proceeds to drag Tryon by the hair over towards the table, throwing him back first against it.)

Dom Harter: That your toy?

Tryon: Fuck you…

(Harter sneers as he picks up the iPad Tryon dropped during the initial attack, grasping it in the palm of his hand. Tryon shakes his head, but he can’t move out of the way in time as Harter slams the the tablet device screen first into the face of Chris Tryon! And again! The blood starts flowing down Tryon’s face as some crew members arrive, dragging Harter away.)

Dom Harter: This isn’t over!

[FGA Office]

[Scene: Parking garage area of the Monroe Sports Center. We see Justice Young standing near the doorway to the building looking around, obviously waiting for someone.]

Justice: Justice Young here and I received word earlier tonight that Pat Gordon Junior MAY be making an appearance on behalf of Pro Wrestling FRONTIER. And being the roving journalist that I am, I plan to get the exclusive from the man himself.

[All of a sudden, without warning, a car screeches into frame and the backseat door pops open. A man dressed all in black with a ski mask over his head jumps out, grabs Justice Young, and tosses him into the car. He slams the door shut, jumps into the passenger side of the front seat, and the car screeches off as the door closes. The camera man, lost for words as this has all happened so fast, zooms on to the departing car but no license plate is visible for identification. He then tilts the camera down to show the microphone lying on the ground.]

[FGA Office]

The Murder vs. Adam Stryker, Jason X and Seth Moore

“X Gonna’ Give It To Ya” By DMX plays as the crowd responds with a mixted reaction. Jason X then steps through the curtain and heads down the ailse. He slaps the hands of some of the visible FRONTIER fans in the front row. He then rolls into the ring and throws his arms into the air.

“Danger on the Track” by Europe plays as the crowd boos. Through the curtain steps Seth Moore. he does the throat slash taunt. He then throws a finger in the air as he makes his way down to the ring. After hopping up onto the apron, Moore steps into the ropes, climbs up onto the middle rope and raises his arm in the air. After hopping down, he goes over and has words with Jason X

"DON'T LOSE YOUR HEEEEEEAAAAD!"

"Get Real" roars through the PA system as Adam Stryker walks out on the stage, hearing a chorus of boos. Dressed in his ring attire and a black leather jacket, he takes a long look at the crowd while taking a last smoke from his cigarette. He throws the cigarette butt on the ground before slowly walking to the ring. Adam takes off the jacket and hands it to a ring crew member before climbing on the apron. He slingshots himself to the ring and gets on the top rope, where he performs a cut-throat taunt as his music slowly dies out.He then turns around and sees both Jason X and Seth Moore staring at him. Stryker shakes his head in shame.

Clement: Adam Stryker doesn't look too pleased about having Jason X and Seth Moore has his teammates. And neither do they. In fact, all three men have more for thrown in the towel already if their pre-match comments are to be believed.

White: Yeah, I don't know what all that is about. You may not like each other. You may not even want to fight for the honor of FRONTIER. But when you're inside that squared circle, you fight for your own pride. You never go in there with the loser mentality. So I'm hoping that was just a ploy by these three. If not, then they're in trouble.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a six man tag team match. Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Weighing in at a combined weight of 654 pounds... they are the team of JASON X, SETH MOORE AND ADAM STRYKER!

A few FRONTIER fans can be heard cheering. But the majority of the crowd boos.

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus as Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler burst through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Harter stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off their opponents as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Pooler stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match.

Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for the match to begin. Drake slides onto the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; scratching his head and chest hair.

Cruz: And their opponents, "representing" Frontier Grappling Arts. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 636 pounds. They are the team of Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler... THE MURDER

The crowd rains down boos upon the crows.

Clement: What more do you need to say about these three that hasn't already been said? This is arguably the most dangerous force in all of wrestling. They have a pile of bodies that they've left in their path. And if Jason X, Seth Moore and Adam Stryker don't get on the same page, they can be added to that list.

The bell sounds as Bob Pooler and Jason X start things off. They lock up. Pooler quickly moves X across the ring and presses him up against the ropes. The ref then heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly make a clean break. But Pooler quickly cheapshots him with a knee to the midsection. He then takes X and whips him into the ropes. When X comes back, Pooler throws a clothesline. But X ducks and runs into the ropes. When X comes back, he knocks down Pooler with a spinning heel kick. Pooler gets up, but X knocks him down with a dropkick. As Pooler gets up, X goes for another dropkick, but Pooler side steps and swats him down. As X tries to get up, Pooler runs over and delivers a front dropkick to the side of the head. He turns X over and makes the cover.

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X kicks out.

Pooler picks him up and nails him with a hard knife-edge chop, sending him stumbling back into The Murder's corner. X tries to get out of the corner, but Harter and Drake hold him by his arms.

Clement: Jason X now in the one place in this match that you do not want to be in...

While X is helpless in the corner, Pooler charges across the ring and connects with a diving corner clothesline. He then tags in Hart before slipping through the ropes and out onto the apron.

Harter gets in and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to X. He then brings X from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing off the ropes, X holds onto them. He quickly heads over and tags in Seth Moore.

White: Jason X wisely puts on the breaks and tags out. But I don't think Seth is exactly eager to step in for him.

Moore slowly gets into the ring. After giving X the side eye, Moore turns his attention to Harter. The two then begin to circle the ring. They inch closer to each other and motion for a lock up. But Harter kicks him in the midsection. While Moore is doubled over, Harter nails him with a well-placed knee lift that knocks him down. As Moore gets back up, Harter grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Moore comes back, Harter throws a clothesline. But Moore ducks and runs into the ropes. When Moore comes back, he slides through Dom's legs. After Moore pushes himself up to the canvas, Harter runs over and goes for a yakuza kick. But Moore side steps and swats his foot down. He then delivers a double handed chop to the chest. He then delivers another double handed chop... and another. He then takes Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Moore into the ropes. When Moore comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. Moore counters by flipping over Harter and going for a sunset flip. Moore tries to pull Harter down as Harter tries his hardest to regain his balance. Once he does, Hart lunges down with a kneeling punch to the face. But Moore slips out from under him, causing Harter to punch to canvas. As Harter stays kneeled on the canvas holding his fist in pain, Moore gets up and nails him with a shoot kick to the back of the head. After Harter goes down, Moore turns him over and makes the cover.

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Harter kicks out.

Moore picks up Harter, wrings him by the arm and brings him over towards his corner. He reaches his hand out for one of his partners to tag him in. But Stryker and X aren't exactly jumping through hoops to tag in.

Clement: Once again, this trio of Jason X, Seth Moore and Adam Stryker are proving to be dysfunctional...

Harter quickly takes advantage by knocking Moore down with a short-arm clothesline. He reaches down, pulls up Moore by his ears, delivers a double leg pickup and then rams him back-first into the corner. He unleashes a series of right hands to the midsection that double Moore over. He then takes Moore and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Moore crumbles from out of the corner upon impact. Harter then marches over and tags Drake in. As Drake gets in, Harter picks up Moore from behind and lifts him up. Harter & Drake then deliver a belly to back suplex/neckbreaker combination. As Harter exits the ring, Drake makes the cover.

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Moore gets his shoulder up.

White: This trio needs to get it together quick. Put the nonsense aisde for once match...

As Drake picks up Moore, Moore quickly delivers a jawbreaker, sending Drake stumbling back. With some seperation between he and Drake, Moore stumbles over and tags Stryker on the arm. Stryker slowly looks down at his arm, then over to Moore. Once Stryker enters the ring, he shoves Moore from out of his way before looking at Drake.

Clement: This could be a preview of what could happen at Above & Beyond II during that 4-Way Tag Match for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Titles...

Stryker motions for him to bring it as he circles the ring. Drake smirks as he does the same. The two hesitate before lunging forward and locking up. After jockeying for position, Drake moves Stryker across the ring and into the corner. But Stryker is able to switch positions and presses Drake against the corner. The ref heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Stryker lets go by lunging down and delivering a shoulder thrust. He then delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. After grabbing a hold of Drake, Stryker whips him into the opposite corner. Stryker runs across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow to the face. As Stryker stumbles back, Drake comes from out of the corner and throws a lariat. But Stryker ducks. When Drake turns around, he turns right into a superkick that knocks him down. Stryker makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out.

Clement: Stryker now starting to gain some momentum from his team.

White: If he tries to work as well with this two as he does with Michael Tomkins, this trio may have a fighting chance...

Stryker picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending him into the ropes. As Stryker hits the ropes, Harter nails him with a knee to the back. Stryker quickly turns around and goes after Harter. But Harter wisely hops down off the apron. And while Stryker's back is still turned, Drake comes up from behind with a running double ax handle smash to the back of the neck, dropping him down to one knee. Drake then delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck. He then picks up Stryker and slams him head-first into the corner before tagging in Pooler.

Pooler gets back in, turns Stryker around and delivers a series of European Uppercuts that rock Stryker's head back and forth. He then brings Stryker from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Pooler goes for a leap frog. But Stryker catches him in mid air, counters with an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a discus clothesline. Stryker makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

White: Again, Stryker with the near fall. But Pooler is able to kick out. You know Stryker wasn't too thrilled about Pooler's comments from earlier. He basically said that the only reason Stryker has a career is because Pooler left him his scraps.

Stryker picks up Pooler and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Stryker approaches, Pooler throws out a kick to the midsection. Stryker catches his foot and drags him away from the ropes. Pooler then tries to counter with an enzuigiri. But Stryker ducks his head. He then picks up Pooler from off the mat, grabs him from behind and delivers a bridging Regal Plex.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Pooler and then scoops him up across his shoulders. But Pooler elbows him in the head multiple times before slipping down from behind. He then shoves Stryker into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Pooler takes him down with a hurricanrana. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Stryker kicks out.

Pooler picks him up and whips him into The Murder's corner. While Drake & Harter hold Stryker in place, Pooler runs over and connects with a corner hangtime dropkick. As Stryker crumbles from out of the corner, he gets up and tags Harter back in.

Clement: As much as I hate what these three represent, they know how to get the job done. Just look at the way they jell in there. Look at the way they corner their opponents...

Harter gets back in and puts the boots to Stryker. He picks up Stryker from behind, only to nail him with a kidney punch that drops him to his knees. He picks up Stryker, snapmares him over and delivers a hard kick to the back. Stryker can be seen cringing in pain. Harter then picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker comes back, Harter throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Stryker gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Stryker and whips him into the corner. Harter runs into the corner, but he runs right into an elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Harter runs back into the corner. But again, he runs right into an elbow to the face. As Harter stumbles back, Stryker heads from out of the corner and throws a lariat. But Harter ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Stryker takes him down with a pop-up ace crusher. He makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

White: Stryker nearly came away with the win there...

As Stryker runs into the ropes, Jason X slaps him on the back, tagging himself in. Stryker stops dead in his tracks and gives X the side eye as X runs over and puts the boots to Harter.

White: What in the world is Jason X doing? Stryker had a good thing going in there!

Jason picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending X into the ropes. When X comes back, Harter knocks him down with a yakuza kick to the face. He then heads over and tags Drake back in.

White: And that's why Stryker should have stayed in.

Drake gets in, mounts himself on top of X and hammers away with right hands to the face. He then gets up, grabs X by the back of the neck with both hands and nails him with alternating knee strikes to the face. He then brings X over towards the ropes, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the rope. After X stumbles into the corner, Drake turns him around and unleashes a barrage of right hands. After X slumps down in the corner, Drake delivers a series of facewashes before running into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running facewash. He then drags X from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Jason X gets his shoulder up.

Drake picks up X and goes for an irish whip. But X reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, X kicks him in the midsection, turns him around and delivers the X-Fate Special.

Clement: Drake goes down!

White: Jason finally has some seperation between him and Drake. can he tag out?

After taking a few moments to gather his bearings, X turns over and begins to slowly crawl over towards his corner. Stryker has his arm stretched out. As X continues to claw his way across the ring, Stryker begs to be tagged back in. As X gets up and dives over to make the tag, Stryker nonchatantly pulls his hand back as X falls face-first to the canvas. He then smirks as he hops down off the apron.

Clement: What is going on here!?

After Stryker makes his way around ringside, he points to Harter and tells him that he'll seem him at Above & Beyond.

White: Stryker says he's going to live to fight another day. I don't like it. But with this title shot coming up for him and Tomkins, I can see where he's coming from...

Back in the ring, X gets up and wants to know what the hell Stryker is doing. When he turns around, he turns right into a Roaring Elbow from Drake. He makes the cover.

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Moore drags Drake off of Jason X.

Moore then drags X over towards the ropes, steps back through the ropes and tags himself in. Drake heads over towards the ropes. But Moore knocks him down with a slingshot clothesline. Moore proceeds to put the boots to Drake. But he's quickly tackled down by both Harter and Pooler. The two pummel away at Moore as Drake gets back up to his feet. He goes over and joins in on the beating. While this is happening, X pulls himself up using the ropes. He then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. When Drake turns around, X leaps off and takes him down with a flying cross body block. Harter and Pooler quickly turn around and see the Head Crow down. Harter runs over and throws a lariat. But X ducks. When Drake turns around, X knocks him down with a dropkick. Pooler then goes over and throws a clothesline. But again X ducks. When Pooler turns around, X knocks him down with a dropkick. X then steps through the ropes and waits on the apron for Harter to get up. Once he does, X goes for a springboard high cross body. But Pooler catches him in mid air with Dr. Teeth.

White: I think I just saw some of his Chiclets flying into the front row...

Drake then picks up Moore and whips him into the corner. But Moore runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks him down with a moonsault. As Moore gets up, Harter runs towards him. But Moore meets him with a kick to the midsection. After turning Harter around, Moore sets him up for a belly to back suplex, but Harter counters with an elbow to the back of the head. He then positions Moore for a pumphandle maneuver. After Pooler double hooks X's arms, Harter delivers Goodnight To The World while Pooler delivers the Midnight:30. Drake then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and connects with Mors Vincit. He makes the cover.

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"Man in the Box" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE MURDER!

After the match, The Murder stand triumphant over Moore and X as the crowd nearly boos them out of the arena.

Clement: The Murder picks up the victory. But they were no doubt helped by the infighting of Stryker, X and Moore.

Grayson: Even when their opponents are on the same page, The Murder are a tough out. But with the bickering between those three, they never stood a chance against this Murder of crows...

As soon as The Murder are alone in the ring, several figures melt from the crowd and slide into it.

White: Wait a minute... what's happening? That's The Asylum!

And so it is. The UK Dragons, Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista are there, as are FGA's Serena Raine and FRONTIER's Matt Kail. They're joined by the team of Spades and BlakJak, The Jokers Wild, the colossal veteran Cerberus, and the enigmatic, masked Noumenon. The Murder don't back down, but at 8-on-3 odds with the three weary from a match, it's a foregone conclusion who's going to come out on top. Cerberus clotheslines Pooler over the top rope, and The Jokers launch Harter over it a moment later. They, along with Raine and Kail, slide back out and restrain the two Murder members - leaving Hardy, Evangelista and Noumenon alone in the ring with Drake.

Drake goes down fighting, but goes down nonetheless. Evangelista and Noumenon handcuff him to the ropes while Hardy takes the mic.

Laurel Anne Hardy: In WARPED, AbominationZ.

The name alone draws a chorus of boos.

Laurel Anne Hardy: In FRONTIER, The Godfathers. In FRONTLINE, Blood Circle. In FGA...

She turns to look at Drake and narrows her eyes.

Laurel Anne Hardy: ...The Murder.

More boos... although it's rather Pavlovian. The fans seem a bit hesitant regarding what's happening right now.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Seems like a requirement for every wrestlin' promotion, that they have a bunch of arseholes who band together to either dominate or destroy their parent company. Or hey, sometimes they set their sights a bit higher. Sometimes they promise to destroy the entirety of wrestlin' as we know it. Good luck with that.

She winks to the camera.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I hear there's an opening just come up in EXODUS, by the way. First come, first served.

She smiles as the fans acknowledge the reference to LEGION's demise, then sighs.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Back in Global Extreme Wrestling, we were those arseholes. Global Extreme Wrestling - a major company with a worldwide fanbase, decade-long history, critical acclaim - and it crumbled to nothing, fading out with a whimper rather than a bang, because of us. Chelsea Reed played a big part, of course, and you could say a few people had hands in it, but most of the weight of the rubble left over from fall of the house of GEW... that's on our shoulders, an' it's pressin' down hard.

The crowd noise has faded to murmurs, as many of them are unsure how to feel about all this.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Our cause was something worth fighting for, but we understand now that the way we went about it was all wrong. Robbing people of their livelihoods, robbing fans of their favourite shows, punishing wrestlers just for taking a job with a particular promotion - we did all of those things, and they were massive mistakes. Mistakes we can never fully atone for... but we can try.

A little more noise swelling up again.

Laurel Anne Hardy: We kept the candle burnin' for WARPED when AbominationZ tried to kill it. WARPED is back stronger than ever because The Asylum, and our allies, wouldn't let it be killed. We won't let any company die on our watch. We'll watch The Godfathers of Wrestlin', make sure they don't bleed FRONTIER dry. We'll watch Blood Circle an' give backup to the FRONTLINE seikigun if they need it.

She leans in close to Drake, and starts stroking his hair softly.

Laurel Anne Hardy: An' I will personally watch The Murder.

That draws a chorus of clamour.

Clement: The recent match between The Murder and The UK Dragons certainly took an uncomfortable turn. It's almost like Hardy has something to prove to Drake.

White: Not really. She was just using his own tactics against him, showing him that when it comes to brutality, she's the biggest dog in this yard.

Clement: Humbling him, you mean?

White: I guess you could say that.

Clement: That doesn't seem wise to me. I don't think Malcolm Drake is the kind of man who can be humbled, and I don't believe there's anyone more brutal than him.

Hardy and Noumenon display their 'A' tattoos while Evangelista drops the handcuff key in the centre of the ring, and The Asylum disappear back into the crowd, leaving Harter and Pooler to free Drake...

[FGA Office]

(The lights in the Monroe Sport Center dim down as a curious silence falls over the crowd. A solitary purple spotlight shine down at the top of the aisle as the familiar guitar chords strike out; “Let’s See Action” by The Who. The fans in attendance erupt in thunderous applause as former FGA Champion, ‘The Metal Heart’ Ben Hanson steps out into the spotlight.)

Grayson: ‘The Metal Heart’ is back, and listen to these fans.

(Hanson slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way down the aisle, posing for some photos as his entrance music continues. Finally he enters the ring and is handed a microphone. His music dies down, as does the fans’ applause as Hanson starts to speak.)

Ben Hanson: That’s right, it’s me again.

(Cheap pop!)

Ben Hanson: I thought there was an issue that was long since settled, but due to one man’s actions it’s raised its ugly head again. You see, I spent the latter half of last year being told I was a deserter, that I was a traitor. That I abandoned FGA…

(The fans boo as they cotton on to who Hanson is talking about.)

Ben Hanson: …Yeah, I’m talking about you, Chandler. Because I sat back and I’ve listened to you bitch and moan about how the fans here never respected you. Whining constantly about how they’d prefer to cheer for someone like myself or Kevin Hardaway, maybe even Ryan Kidd or AJ Fairchild. And, boy, did I ever get sick of hearing that.

(Hanson leans across the top rope, looking down the aisle towards the backstage area.)

Ben Hanson: I know you’re back there, so listen up. Last year, after I had deserted FGA, I travelled across the ocean to Pro Wrestling FRONTIER for a one night tournament. The second annual GFC Invitational Tournament, where I defeated Andreas Lasciewicz, Kevin Hardaway and CJ Osborne, and I got rewarded with … what was it again?

(Hanson pauses, a wide grin appearing on his face.)

Ben Hanson: A shot at the GFC World Heavyweight Championship.

(The fans cheer again at the prospect of a rematch between Chandler Scott and Ben Hanson.)

Ben Hanson: And I figured what better time to cash in my prize? What better time than when you have deserted FGA, when you have fled across the ocean to join the very promotion you once fought valiantly to ward off. And I figured that I’d once again fight for the pride of FGA, the very promotion I helped to build with my blood, sweat and tears. So here’s the deal, Chandler. When the FGA kicks off their midwest tour, we start a town close to my heart … Columbus, Ohio. And on that night, Chandler, September 14th, I will have my shot at the GFC World Heavyweight Championship!

(Another pop from the fans as ‘Lets See Action’ starts up again. Hanson hands the microphone off to the ringside crew and heads back up the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as he leaves.)

[Fade Out]

[FGA Office]

4-Way Tag Team Match
U.K. Dragons vs. Bloodbath & Beyond vs. Shoot Kings vs. Alexia Brandt & Jason Richards

Cruz: The following match is set for one fall, and is the 4 way tag team match. Introducing first at a combined weight of 281 pounds, the U.K. Dragons!!

The opening notes to Glass Candy's "Candy Castle" hit the speakers and Laurel Anne Hardy dances onstage, while Evangelista walks out beside her and places her hands on her hips as she surveys crowd. The GFC World Tag Team Championship belts are around their waists. After exchanging a couple of words in low tones, they jog down to the ring, high fiving fans, then Evangelista slides under the bottom rope while Laurel leaps over her onto the apron and vaults over the top rope. They climb opposite turnbuckles and Evangelista poses with her title belt above her head while Hardy wheels her own around like dancing partner. They then moonsault down to standing positions in the centre of the ring and hand the belts to the ref. Laurel takes a theatrical bow while Leanne warms up.

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. 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!!!!

BLOODSHED AND BEYONDDDDD!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

Cruz: Next at a combined weight of 330 pounds, the team of Alexia Brandt and Jason Richards.

Fight Like a Girl” by Emilie Autumn plays as Alexia Brandt and JAson Richards make thier way to the ring.

Cruz: Next at a combined weight of 406 pounds, The Shoot Kings.

NESkimos – Dr. Wily Part One plays as Madman Szalanski and Graham Clausen walk out to the ring.

White: This should be an interesting match.

Madman plows headfirst into the team of Evangelista and Hardy while Clausen begins hammering on Bloodbath and Beyond. Brandt and Richards shrug and step out of the ring, obviously more than happy to let the other teams take a beating in the onset of the match.

Clement: The match hasn’t even begun yet and we already have chaos.

White: I don’t envy the referee thats been tasked with maintaining order.

Madman and Hardy made contact first so the referee sends out Evangelista. Clausen breaks away from Bloodbath and Beyond as the referee forces him back into the corner. Madman and Hardy are locked up in the center of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Madman powers Hardy away and hits her hard with an backhand chop to the chest. Hardy favors her sternum and stumbles back only to tee off and nail Madman with a right hand and shoot the legs. Madman goes to the ground and Hardy quickly squirms on top of him locking in a side headlock and applying pressure.

Clement: Look at Hardy giving Madman a lesson in fundamentals.

White: You won’t win this match with a headlock, but it’ll sure slow down your opponent's momentum to a crawl.

Hardy is powered up by Madman and he locks in a waistlock and brings her over on the back of his head in a side suplex. Hardy impacts hard and rolls away towards her corner but Madman moves in quickly and begins pounding her with right hands. Madman pulls Hardy to her feet and hammer whips her to Clausen who nails her in the face with a brutal forearm smash. She stumbles out of the corner looking dazed and wanders into a clothesline delivered by Madman. Clausen tags in.

Clement: Hardy has found herself trapped in the wrong corner.

White: Could be worse corners to be trapped in.

Clausen bends down and pulls Hardy up, but she kicks out as he’s lifted and causes Clausen to back peddle a few steps. Brandt reaches out and slaps Clausen on the shoulder tagging herself into the match. Clausen turns and finds himself kicked in the chest as Brandt vaults the ropes and uses the momentum to knock Clausen away from the legal man. He stumbles away and Hardy finds herself on the receiving end of knee strikes. Alexia pulls Hardy to her feet and locks her into a Russian Legsweep, but Hardy escapes and rolls behind her in a waistlock belly to back and bring her down hard with a supplex. Hardy rolls quickly to her feet and bounds from the far ropes and nails Brandt with a running enzuigiri. She smiles and rushes to her corner tagging in Evangelista. She begins scaling the ropes and perches herself on the top rope.

Clement: Timely tag by the UK Dragons.

Brandt stumbles to her feet and turns as Evangelista leaps from the perch going for a high cross body. Her distance and form is impressive, but Brandt drops flat and Evangelista crashes to the mat in a heap. Alexia nips to her feet and starts laying into her chest and head with soccer style kicks. Evangelista covers up as best she can. Alexia quickly spins and tags in Jason Richardson. He storms into the ring and locks Evangelista into a half crab submission. Evangelista makes some progress to the ropes only to have Richards use the leverage from the hold to pull her right back to the center of the ring. Laurel Anne Hardy cheers on her partner and calls for the tag on the outside. Clausen and Madman watch as Evangelista writhes on the mat and seem eager to jump in if it looks like she may tap. Bloodbath and Beyond talk strategy in their corner while keeping an eye on Clausen.

Clement: He’s not going to get her to tap out I can assure you of that.

White: He’s trying to injure that leg. A large part of Evangelista offense depends on her legs. If they go out the UK Dragons are going to have a hard time.

Richards slams Evangelista's knee into the mat and stands looking around the arena. He pulls her to a vertical base, only to drive a forearm into her kidney. The impact sends her into the ropes and she uses the momentum from the hit to recoil and drop Richards with a dropkick! Jason gets up and she nails a second dropkick, then as he gets up a third time she arm drags him over to the mat and locks his arm into a hammerlock. He tries to wiggle free but Evangelista shows a very keen understanding of leverage and holds him in place.

White: That’s the kind of thing you learn in the UK. How to effectively use leverage to your advantage.

Clement It’s those little basic things that people forget. Everyone loves to see the high impact stuff but it’s the fundamentals that win wrestling matches.

Richards manages to squirm his way to the ropes and grabs the bottom strand for the break. The referee calls for the break. She gets to her feet and Johnny Blayze slaps her on the back from his corner effectively tagging himself in. Evangelista complains and trudges to her corner as he moves in looking to grab Richards. The wily Richards slips from the ring and it’s obvious he wants Blayze to chase him. Richards rounds the corner slowly shaking his head at the referee's count before rolling into the ring and bringing Clausen into the match with a slap to the face!

White: The hell was that?

Clement: Your guess is as good as mine.

Richards wastes no time getting out of the ring and taking refuge on the floor as Clausen charges into the squared circle with intent. So intent was he on getting his hands on Richards that he forgot Blayze was also in the match. Blaze welcomes him into the ring with a running leg lariat that drops Clausen like a large oak. Blaze grabs Clausen by the arm and jerks him to his feet going for a short arm clothesline. Clausen ducks under the blow and bounds from the ropes turns to be leveled by a clothesline and Clausen follows up the knockdown with a trio of vicious stomps followed by a mount and several wild punches. The referee is having a hard time removing Clausen and Chaths bounds over the ropes, bounds from the right angle and removes Clausen himself with a low dropkick to the face. Blaze rolls to his feet shaking the cobwebs away while Chaths beefs with the referee and exit’s the ring.

Clement: Clausen showing a bit of a mean streak

White: I think everyone in this match has a serious mean streak.

Clausen and Blayze get up at about the same time and violently lock up in the center of the ring. Clausen is overpowering the Bloodbath and Beyond member and pushing him into his corner. Madman tags himself in and they work over in the corner. Blayze is rocked by shots, kicks, and stomps by both men until he hangs limp in the corner. Clausen is forced out of the ring and Madman nails Blayze with a chop than echoes throughout the arena.

White: Now that’s a bloody chop man!

Blayze stumbles from the corner holding his chest and Madman catches him with running lariat. Blayze growls in pain and Madman stalks the fallen Bloodbath and Beyond member like a predator. He fixes a glare on the rest of the competitors obviously feeling very good about his teams chances of winning the match. When he turns to see Chaths, the other Bloodbath and Beyond team member, taunting him.

Clement: He is showing Madman exactly what he thinks of his skills.

White: Not a wise move in my opinion.

Madman turns to find Blayze on his feet and before he can react he’s planted in the center of the ring with a Northern Lights suplex. Blayze quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Chaths. He vaults the ropes and charges towards Madman. The masked man dives and tags in Alexia Brandt! She looks surprised by the sudden tag and slowly comes into the ring. Chaths waits in the center and circles her warily before they lock up. He is obviously stronger, but Brandt wriggles free and waistlocks him from behind. Chaths tries to get free but she tenaciously holds on and takes him to the mat. She quickly puts him into an arm lock and uses her legs to really cinch the hold in with a scissors. He growls in pain as she takes him to the mat. Chaths rolls and somehow manages to free his arm from the hold and rolling to his feet. Brandt nips up and meets Chaths’s foot as she tries to establish a vertical base and runs directly into a side kick. Brandt drops back to the mat and Chaths follows up the kick with an elbow to the chest. He gets up and favors his arm as Evangelista reaches in and tags herself into the match. Chaths and Evangelista stare one another down for a moment before he exit’s the ring. Evangelista begins stomping a vicious mudhole in Alexia as she desperately tries to cover up but takes a beating for her troubles.

White: Evangelista came into this match in a NASTY mood!

Clement: Considering her recent trouble with The Murder I can understand why.

Evangelista tags in her partner, Laurel Anne Hardy and climbs to the top rope as Alexia gets to her feet. She turns to be hit by a missile dropkick from Evangelista.Hardy bounds from the ropes and nails Brandt with a running leg drop! Brandt favors her chest and rolls to the ropes. Hardy goes after her and the referee stops Richards from entering the ring. Hardy pauses only a second in seeing Richards twitch, but is immediately stopped when Brandt halts her forward momentum with a head butt to the face. Alexia Brandt backs up to allow room for a running start as Hardy stumbles to her feet, but she backs up too far and is slapped on the back by Clausen. Alexia yells at Clausen, who lets her know just what he thinks with a right hand that sends Alexia to the mat. Clausen turns back to Hardy and charges in for a running boot, but Hardy drops to the mat. Hardy is quick to pop up and hook Clausen for the Party Hardy [Fisherman suplex lift flipped into sitout powerbomb] Hardy hooks the leg for a pin

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Madman stumbles in the ring, but is taken out by Evangelista with a springboard dropkick. Before the ref can hit the third count, Johnny Blayze yanks Hardy off to stop the count.

Clement: That was almost the end! Less than half a second away from a UK Dragons victory.

White: And now we have chaos in the ring.

Evangelista is quick to attack Blayze for stopping the pin Chath is quick to defend his partner, but is cut off by Hardy. Alexia Brandt climbs the turnbuckle and is prepared to leap off into the fray, but out of nowhere comes Johnny Blayze who shoves Brandt, sending him crashing to the ring side arena below.

White: Brandt may be hurt!

Clement: The way her head hit the floor I’d be shock if she’s not.

White: We really need to get some medical attention down here for Alexia, and this referee has to restore some order.

Clement: Right now I just hope the match doesn’t spill out to where the EMTS are checking on Alexia Brandt.

After seeing Brandt fall cooler heads prevail and the match is back in order. Somehow the Richards and Evangelista end up being the legal participants. Richards charges Evangelista, but she thinks fast and takes him down with a hip toss. She drops him again with a dropkick as Richards gets to his feet. Evangelista sends Richards across the ring in the corner with Hardy. Hardy uses her tag team knowledge and nails Richards with a the hardest right hand she can muster in the back of the head. Jason stumbles forward and nailed with a picture perfect shining wizard kick to the head.

Clement: Beautiful tag team wrestling by the UK Dragons.

White: There is a reason they are the GFC tag team champions.

Evangelista scales one of the corners and twisting in the air and catching him with a moonsault. She hold his legs for a cover.

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The shoot Kings leap into action first. Clausen takes out hardy, while Madman stops the count. The chaos returns again as UK Dragons and Shoot Kings go at it. Neither team paying any attention to the referee. As the referee tries to get the two Frontier teams to separate Chaths pulls Richards up for the End of Days [Burning Snicklefritz]. Blayze climbs on the top turnbuckle facing out towards the crowd, leaps to the side and lands on the top rope in a seated position using it to springboard backwards into a splash across Richards, but he was no longer there.)

White: Clausen and Madman both stopped fighting the Dragons and pulls Richards out of the way.

Clement: An interesting way to try and stop Bloodbath from stealing a win.

White: Richards didn’t seem to appreciate the help. He is somehow fighting them off.

Laurel Anne Hardy slides back in the ring, but is cut off by a Shining Yakuza Kick by Chaths. Evangelista grabs him from behind, but is meet with a hard elbow to the jaw. She stumbles back into a Styles Clash from Johnny Blaze. The referee yells for both Blayze and Chath to get out of the ring. Richards breaks away from the Shoot Kings to run back in the ring and double clothesline both members of Bloodbath and Beyond out of the ring as Madman rushes in the ring behind Richards and and drops him with a Scoopstone Madman with the cover.

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Cruz: Here are your winners, THE SHOOT KINGS!

Madman and Clausen celebrate in the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The Shoot Kings come away with the win.

White: Yes they do. These two were in search of that big win. And they got it tonight. Not only were they able to outlast some of FGA's best, but they bested the reigning GFC World Tag Team Champions. Those same champions that are arguably the tag team of the year. 

Clement: It'll be interesting to see where the Shoot Kings go from here. Have they earned themselves a shot at those GFC Tag Titles? And if they're feeling froggy enough, will they also jump across the pond and try their hand at one of the better tag divisions here in FGA.

White: I've got a better question. What is FGA going to do tonight? This is the second match you guys have lost.

Clement: Don't worry. We tied things up before this evening and we will again.

[FGA Office]

Jay Pride vs. Johnny Karma

The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening, at which point Cherry Baum appears by his side to present him to the crowd, before he starts to walk down to the ring.

Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, greeting his adoring public as they address him whilst he walks down to the ring.

The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring.

Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1.

Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiseled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down.

As he stands in the ring, Cherry Baum takes the house mic.

Cherry Baum: Tonight, making his debut in front of a Frontier Pro crowd and letting you see everything you've been missing...hailing from Queens, NYC, and weighing in at a hot-to-trot 233lbs – he is walking into your hearts and walking away with the show...he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Cherry steps aside and invites the crowd to cheer as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to remove his jacket, accepting the microphone from Cherry

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...wait, we're in Jersey.

Karma shudders at the thought

Johnny Karma: For fans of Frontier Wrestling Arts, you get to breathe a sigh of relief because at long last someone with talent is representing your company, and is going to drag a reasonable match out of the putz representing the other lot.

Karma turns around, facing the other side of the ring

Johnny Karma: And for Dan, Jerry, Tony, Bill, Edgar and Phil, at last you get the chance to watch a true superstar performing in front of you, and I can tell you for nothing that you will be telling your children, and your childrens' children, and your childrens' childrens' children about the day you saw Johnny Karma in action. Which, going by New Jersey's standards, should only take you twenty-six years.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, and mock bows to the Frontier fans

Cruz: And his opponent from Dundee, Scotland. Weighing in at 232 pounds, Jay Pride!

They lock up and both fight for a top wrist lock. Pride quickly dives down with a leg trip and begins working on the knee of Karma. Pride hamstrings the leg and then wrenches with a step over leg lock. While he twists the leg he also punches away on the knee, trying to create a Charlie horse effect. Karma manages topple him and he quickly turns into a seated Leglock of his own. Karma stands up and drags Pride to the center of the ring and attempts a figure four but Pride quickly reverses and rolls Karma up in a school boy pin.

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Karma kicks out.

Clement: Great roll up by Pride.

White: Karma thought he could try to end it early, but he got caught. Pride is too good for that.

Karma pulls himself outside to the apron and Pride charges him. Karma however is ready and catches Pride with a forearm to the head. Karma then slingshots himself over the ropes into a crossbody block and covers

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Pride kicks out.

White: Can tell Jay Pride wasn’t expecting that one.

Clement: Was a great cross body by Karma.

Karma is to his feet and they eye each other warily. The two collide in a collar & elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Karma takes the upper hand and shoves Pride backwards into the corner. Pride runs forward, taking Karma by surprise with a knee to the midsection. He bends over in pain, and Pride follows up with a Russian leg sweep. Karma pops up quickly as Pride is waiting for him, he runs at him, but Pride is ready hitting him with an arm drag, Karma pops up again and goes after Pride with a clothesline, but he ducks. He leaps and hits a dropkick right in Karma’s upper back sending him tumbling out of the ring.

Clement: This is when things get interesting.

White: Maybe for Karma, but I don’t see Pride biting on that.

Clement: You are probably correct. He isn’t one to leap out of the ring to fight. He is perfectly fine with letting Karma back in the ring.

The referee starts up the count as Karma is catching a breather on the outside. At the count of 7 Karma slides in the ring.They charge towards each other, but again, Pride takes control with a head scissors take down, flipping Karma to the mat. Quickly, he continues the assault, jumping on to Karma’s chest and throwing in a few major fists and forearms. Karma waits for an opening to throw Pride off of him. But Pride is quicker up from the mat then Karma, and nails him with a running clothesline as he tries to get up. Pride allows Karma to finally get up but is there waiting for him and hits a big DDT. In one motion Pride slides on top of Karma and hooks the leg.

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Karma kicks out.

Pride runs at Karma, but Karma ducks a clothesline and catches Pride with a ring shaking spinebuster. Neither wrestler moves on the canvas.

Clement: What a Spinebuster! Felt that one over here.

White: Pride will be feeling that one for some time.

Karma is the first to his feet, picking Pride up, he scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat. Pride slowly gets to his feet, as Karma charges and nails Pride with a follow up clothesline. Karma jumps down to the mat and applies pressure with a leg scissors sleeper hold, but they are still close enough to the ropes to let Pride get a foot on the rope. The referee demands the break, but Karma milks it wait till the refs count reaches 3 to break the hold. Karma pulls Pride up, and lifts him high into the air, and falls backwards, slamming him down hard with a stalling suplex. He quickly floats over for the pin.

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Pride gets the shoulder up in the nick of time. But the assault from Karma continues...

As Pride gets back to his feet, Karma grabs him in waist lock, but before he can go for the german suplex, Pride hits him square in the jaw with a back elbow. Karma stumbles back creating distance between the two. Pride runs at him, and takes him down with a bulldog. Seeing a chance to get some momentum going, he ascends the turnbuckle. Pride waits for Karma to move from off the canvas, and he does, when he is finally standing, Pride leaps off, nailing Karma with a missile dropkick. Karma takes the impact and gets knocked all the way across the ring, Pride runs over for the cover.

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Karma gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Clement: Oh so close, had they been closer to the center of the ring this one might have been over.

White: Karma looked out of it.

Pride pulls Karma to his feet. Pride wraps Karma arms and takes him down with a Straightjacket suplex with bridging pin.

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Karma kicks out.

Karma will not quit. Pride pulls Karma to his feet and shoots him across the ropes. On the rebound he nails Karma with a spin wheel kick. Karma collapses to the mat and Pride quickly hooks the leg.

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Karma kicks out.

Pride turns to argue with the official, which gives Karma time to recuperate. Karma is able to get to his feet, and Pride turns his attention from the ref back to Karma. Pride charges in and hits a right hand, Karma counters with one of his own, and the two start trading punches. Pride gets the upper hand after a European uppercut. Pride send Karma across the ring, but Karma comes off the rope and springs into a huge flying forearm. Pride goes to the mat, and then hops back up and runs towards Karma with a double axe handle, but he ducks under the blow and wraps his arms around Pride's waist and lifts him up then drops with a Manhattan drop. Karma spins him around and then lands an Atomic drop to the same spot. Pride stumbles around a bit while Karma grabs the Pride’s head, then vaults over the top rope to snap his throat against the rope.

Clement: The Macho Karma!

White: I don’t like it, but I have to admit that was a hell of a move.

Clement: Pride better be careful, that could be the beginning on the end.

Pride clutches his throat as Karma slides back in the ring. Karma bounces into the ropes and as Pride stumbles to his feet. Pride turns around and eats a running high knee, and then another. Pride gets to his feet again and Karma has him set for a powerslam. Karma hooks the leg for the pin.

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Pride kicks out.

Karma take his turn to yell at the referee, allowing Pride to try to roll him up from behind for a pin, but Karma is able to kick out. As he pops back up Pride is quick with a spinning armbar takedown. Pride wait a moment, as Karma pushes himself up, before bouncing off the ropes to hit the “World of Sport Special” [Rebound/pendulum lariat]. Karma stumbles up and a “Pride Eater” [Sitout belly to belly piledriver] Pride with the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, JAY PRIDE!

Clement: That was a heck of a match.

White: Both men gave it all they had, but Jay Pride out another win for Frontier. Getting nervous?

Clement: Of course not!

[FGA Office]

(Hours before the event….)

(Inside the Monroe Sports Center, hours before the event is set to begin, the arena is almost completely empty. A few of the experienced crewmembers work to set up the ring while others position chairs around ringside. Sitting in the upper level of the stadium seating, almost hidden in the darkness of the arena, is the FGA Heavyweight Champion himself, Chris Q. The “Big Bad” is sitting alone, sneaking drinks from a flask he’s hiding in his inside coat pocket. The FGA Championship is resting on his lap. Q is either starting to feel drunk or completely lost in thought while he watches the crew assemble the ring. Chris doesn’t even notice that someone has sat down in the seat next to him and Q is startled as a hand on his shoulder shakes him back into reality. Q realizes that he’s no longer alone and turns his head to see the arrogant grin of the GFC World Heavyweight Champion, Chandler Scott.)

Chandler: Well, well, well. Look what that cat dragged in? And here I was thinking that I was going to be out here all by my lonesome.

Chris Q: Yeah…it was foolish of me to think I’d be able to get one fucking moment of peace…

(Q rolls his eyes, but Chandler doesn’t care and he continues to talk right over Chris.)

Chandler: You know, Chris, I remember you calling me out in January. And I wondered just who this punk thought he was talking to me like that. Me, of all people! Did he not know who I was? Had he not seen what I had done? But did I quickly find out or what?

Chris Q: Do you really need me to remind you? Come on, Chandler, don’t test my patience. You know exactly what happened. I’ll save you the embarrassment of having to recall those memories.

Chandler: It's okay, you can admit it. You beat the hell out of me.

Chris Q: I’ve kicked a lot of asses, so I wouldn’t feel special if I were you. But in your defense, you had no idea what you were getting into. Nobody did. At that time, I was still sort of new to this business. You were stuck on the tracks and the train ran straight through you.

Chandler: I needed that. No really, I did. I'm not going to BS you and say that I was distracted or wasn't ready. Every time you step into that ring, you should be ready. You beat me on that night in February. It was then that I realized something. I couldn't just rest on my laurels anymore. I couldn't just rely on my past accolades to move forward. What I needed was to up my game. I needed to get to that next level, that Chris Q level. And since then, I'd like to think I did just that.

(Chandler says with a smile as he looks down at his GFC World Heavyweight Championship belt.)

Chandler: With that being said, I'm sure my natural talent had a little something to do with it it.

(Chandler says followed by a snicker.)

Chris Q: I’ll be honest, I’ve never watched a single second of Pro Wrestling Frontier. Tonight will be my first time seeing what the “other” Frontier has to offer. But if Chandler Scott’s natural talent was enough to win the top championship, I think I already have a pretty good idea of what to expect.

(Q gestures to Chandler’s belt.)

Chris Q: No offense, but that piece of tin you’re holding means nothing to me.

(Chandler looks pissed, but realizes it’s a pointless argument. The arrogant smile returns to his face.)

Chandler: It's amazing how much our careers have paralleled since that night. You've only lost two matches since then. I've only lost two, maybe three matches tops since then. You won the FGA Heavyweight Championship not once, but twice. I won the Pride Championship and then did one better by winning this beauty. You did the unthinkable by beating nearly every single member of The Murder. I did the unthinkable by becoming the only man in history to win the top titles in both FGA and FRONTIER. I would like to think that we didn't do too bad for ourselves.

Chris Q: The cream always rises to the top. You’re a smart man, I know you are aware of this. Men like us are necessary in order to create a pecking order. A company can only succeed when an exceptional individual sets the bar. I’m not going to lie, even though you’re no longer a member of the FGA roster, your accomplishments still echo throughout the company. I know that my legacy, the Chris Q legend, is just getting started. And every time I look down and realize the path that I’m walking on, I have to acknowledge that you are the one who paved this road for me. I know that you and I have will never have much in common, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that our goals are almost identical.

(At the exact same moment, almost like a mirror image, both men look down at their championship gold. They turn and make eye contact before nodding to one another. Neither man speaks again. No words are needed at this point as the rich sound of mutual respect is deafening throughout the empty arena.)

[FGA Office]

J.T. Cash vs. Andreas Lasiewicz

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

The lights in the arena begin to dim slightly as a faint yet beautiful piano piece begins to play out in the background. Several spotlights circle around the arena as the crowd looks around in awe. Swirling violins begin to play out a haunting rhythm as smoke emits from the entrance way. Barbarian Horns fire up along with a thunderous dub step beat and distorted guitars as the Instrumental Core Remix of Hans Zimmer’s ‘Time’ fully kicks in. A hooded silhouette appears in the thick grey smog; his head is bowed as he methodically makes his way to the ring. The shrouded figure of Andreas Lasiewicz steps out from the back, seemingly smoking a cigarette; his head lolled to one side as he surveys the crowd with a police baton resting on his shoulder. He pauses then points his baton towards the ring as he slowly paces there.

As he reaches the ring, he stops to stare out in to the crowd, he flips back his hood and lets out a short, cruel laugh as he rolls into the ring and removes his jacket. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, searching out into the crowd with a Cheshire Cat grin across his face. He hops down as he spins the baton around in his left hand for a moment before resting back against the turnbuckle, staring up into the heavens as if he is looking for answers.

Cruz: Introducing first, representing Pro Wrestling FRONTIER, "The Polish Spirit"... ANDREAS! LASIEWICZ!

A mixed response, leaning negative, for the Silver Eagle.

Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts, "The Next Generation"... J! T! CASH!

Huge cheers from the mostly-FGA crowd for their representative.

As the bell sounds, Cash starts dancing around Lasie with his dukes up. Andreas just turns and follows J.T. with a slight smirk playing across his lips. Cash throws some kicks to test his opponent, who blocks them fairly easily.

Clement: Lasiewicz better not underestimate Cash. In addition to several other titles he's held, he's the Pride Champion for a reason, and he defeated your GFC Champion Chandler Scott to get it.

White: With help from Kevin Hardaway...

Clement: Perhaps, but Cash was still holding his own against Scott.

White: Well no doubt Cash is a talented guy with a big future, but you shouldn't dismiss Lasiewicz either. They guy is a ten-time World Champion, not to mention current EXODUS Tag Team Champion alongside Sally Talfourd.

Clement: Not trying to dismiss anyone, Dave. Just noting that Lasiewicz doesn't seem to be taking Cash seriously enough.

Another kick from Cash, and Lasie ducks out of range, to a boo. Another kick, stiffer and faster this time, and it connects, although the Silver Eagle manages to get his forearm up to take the brunt of it. Cash presses the assault and manages to back Andreas into the corner with kicks, forearm shots and chops, to huge cheers! Lasie is left hunkered down in the corner, and Cash turns to throw up a fist for his fans. However, Lasie takes that opportunity to power out of the corner and turn J.T. inside out with a lariat!

White: Lasie a tenured veteran of this sport. You can't ever turn your back on him.

Lasie starts going to work on Cash with stomps, saying, "You're the next generation? I'm THIS generation!". He cinches in an inverted cloverleaf for a bit, then drops the legs and hauls Cash up and over in a deadlift fisherman suplex. Cash springs to his feet, but is too groggy to avoid the release German suplex, which leaves him bouncing into the ropes. On instinct, he pushes into them and springs back towards his foe - only to be met with a spinning spinebuster. Lasie slides around to Cash's side and hooks a leg.

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Kickout from J.T., and Lasie hauls him up again. Standing bearhug, and then he charges forward, ramming Cash into the turnbuckles. He tosses Cash into the middle of the ring and gears up for a Polish Hammer. Cash stands, uneasily. Lasie swings the hammer... Cash ducks it! Lasie spins and eats a dropkick, knocking him back, and Cash follows that up with Vegas Two Times, his toe catching Lasiewicz right on the side of the head. Both men go down, and the referee initiates a count.

Clement: Our Pride champion proves his resilience, and manages to catch the veteran off-guard!

White: For now... I'm no fan of Lasie, but that's not enough to keep him down for good.

Indeed, Lasie is still the first back to his feet. He crosses to Cash, only to be met with a toe kick to the gut! Cash kips up and lands behind Andreas, turns, and launches into a running one-handed bulldog. As Lasie rolls onto his side, nursing his head after the second big blow to it in as many minutes, Cash pumps the fans up then starts climbing the furthest-away corner. Lasie, sensing this, rolls to the ropes and hooks his arms around them.

White: Again, Lasiewicz's veteran intelligence coming into play. There's not a whole lot of useful stuff Cash can do from here.

Indeed not, but that doesn't stop Cash sailing down in a double somersault for the fans' entertainment anyway. He runs at Lasie and drops into a baseball slide, but Lasie's already back up and vaults over him. Both men turn and charge again and Lasie finds a high knee to stun Cash. Andreas whips J.T. into the corner and follows in with a running facewash, then drags him back to the centre of the ring in a double underhook.

Clement: Cash in trouble here! We could be looking at the Silver Eagle Suplex!

J.T. fights and starts laying open fists into Andreas, then gets a knee into his gut to create separation. He leaps up for another Vegas Two Times, which Andreas ducks! Cash lands face-first on the mat and as he rises, Andreas turns his lights off with a thunderous Polish Hammer to the head. He covers...

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Lasie rolls back into a sitting position, smiling, as "Time" plays.

Cruz: Here is your winner... ANDREAS! LASIEWICZ!

[FADE OUT]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT

60-Minute Iron Man Match
Kevin Hardaway vs. Chandler Scott

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. 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.

Clement: This match has been nearly eight months in the making. These two clashed before over the Pride Championship back in April. Now, they go for 60 Minutes.

White: There will be great wrestling on display in this one. But there will also be a lot of hard strikes. This match will not be about respect. It will be about proving who the better man is. And both of these men would love for nothing more than to stick it to the other.

The classic beginning notes of "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PA as the fans in attendance know who is about to grace them with their presence. Out through the curtain steps Chandler Scott, wearing his Harvard letterman jacket. Chandler ignores the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he steps into the ring. He slowly turns around in a circular motion with his arms outstretched, basking in his glory while the crowd continues to boo.

Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening. And it is the 60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH!

The crowd applauds

Cruz: Falls will be scored by pinfall, submission, disqualification or count out. There will be a mandatory 30 second rest period after each fall. After 60 minutes, the man with the most falls will be declared the winner. And in the event of a tie, we will go into sudden death overtime!

Introducing first, representing Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER! From Hyannis Port, Massachusetts... weighing in at 255 pounds... he is the reigning GFC World Heavweight Champion... CHANDLER SCOTT!

The crowd boos as Chandler raises his belt in the air

Cruz: And his opponent, representing Frontier Grappling Arts. From Baltimore, Maryland... weighing in at 229 pounds.... He is "Unbreakable" KEVIN HARDAWAY!

The crowd breaks out into cheers and applause.

The bell sounds as both wrestlers circle the ring.

Clement: And here we go as this match is now underway.

White: It will be interesting to see who gains the first fall. Whoever gets that first fall will be in the driver's seat and be able to dictate the pace.

Chandler reaches over and takes a swipe at Hardaway, but Hardaway moves out of the way. After they stop, the two size each other up. They begin to inch closer and closer for a lock up. But Hardaway throws out a quick shoot kick, nailing Chandler in the side of his left thigh. Chandler touches his thigh before circling the ring. The two inch closer to each other. They motion for a lock up. But again, Hardaway connects with a shoot kick to the thigh. Chandler grimaces as he hold his thigh.

Clement: Hardaway again nailing Chandler with those hard kicks to the outside of the thigh.

White: Hardaway has those educated feet. He's a master of a variety of kicks. We'll see how quickly Chandler not only tries to take him off of his feet, but take out one of his legs.

After rubbing the thigh, Chandler circles the ring. The two then inch closer to each other. Hardaway then tries to throw another shoot kick. But Chandler reaches down and catches the foot. After taunting Hardaway, Chandler spins him away from him. He quickly grabs Hardaway from behind, hoists him up and throws him down with a waistlock takedown. The crowd boos.

Chandler stays on his knees and keeps the waistlock applied. As the ref checks on Hardaway, Hardaway battles his way up to all fours. As Hardaway gets back up to his feet, Chandler hoists him up and throws him down with another waistlock takedown. The crowd boos.

Clement: Chandler now controlling the action as he exhibits some of that amateur wrestling background of his...

White: This is a sound strategy. Wear Hardaway down. Grind it out. Chandler can win a battle of strength. But if both men are on their feet, he can't outstrike Hardaway.

After Hardaway battles his way back up to his feet, Chandler goes for yet another waistlock takedown. But Hardaway hooks his leg behind Chandler's, blocking the move. Chandler goes for the waistlock takedown but again, Hardaway blocks the move. After three elbows to the face, Hardaway performs a standing switch and applies a waistlock of his own. The crowd cheers. Chandler reaches down and tries to pry Hardaway's arms from around his waist, but it's to no avail. After faking with his left arm, Chandler nails him with a right elbow to the face. He then reaches back, slips his arm underneath Hardaway's and throws him down with a modified arm drag. The crowd boos.

As both men get up, they lunge forward engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. After jockeying for position, Hardaway begins to move Chandler back to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler puts on the breaks and begins to move Hardaway to the right side of the ring. He then brings Hardaway down to one knee as the crowd boos. Chandler can be seen repeatedly pushing forward, trying his hardest to send Hardaway completely to the canvas. But the crowd cheers as Hardaway battles back to his feet. He lets out a loud groan as he begins to move Chandler across the ring. The crowd cheers once Hardaway has Chandler pressed up against the corner. The ref heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men appear to slowly make the clean break. That is, until Hardaway delivers a hard slap across the face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hardaway just slapped the taste right out of his mouth!

White: And you can bet that won't go over well with the World Champion.

Hardaway smirks as he steps back towards the center of the ring. A different camera shot shows Chandler holding the side of his face in pain. He slowly looks over towards Hardaway and sneers at him.

After Chandler steps off the ropes, both men begin to circle the ring. They inch closer and closer to each other. They motion for another lock up. But Hardaway ducks underneath, swings around and applies a waistlock to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler reaches down, pries Hardaway's arms from around his waist and reverses into a hammerlock. Chandler can be seen taunting Hardaway as he jerks the arm. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. When Hardaway refuses to quit, Chandler jerks the arm, sending a painful sensation up and down the arm. Chandler continues to taunt him to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Hardaway nails him with an elbow to the face. He then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd cheers. He then transitions over into a standing front facelock. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. When Chandler refuses to quit, Hardaway cinches in the hold. But Chandler is able to use his strength advantage to move Hardaway towards the ropes. As he presses Hardaway against the ropes, the ref goes over and gives Hardaway until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Hardaway slowly makes the clean break. After Chandler slowly stands up, he lunges forward with a haymaker. But Hardaway ducks. When Chandler turns around, Hardaway delivers another hard slap to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: He did it again!

White: Hardaway is either asking for trouble or trying to knock Chandler off his game...

Chandler slowly slumps down against the ropes. As he holds his cheek in pain, he looks up and sneers at Hardaway. Hardaway then walks over, leans over in front of Chandler and gives him the finger to cheers from the crowd. An angered Chandler throws out a kick from the seated position. But Hardaway takes a few steps back and easily avoids getting hit.

Clement: I think we have our answer, Dave. For as much of a master of mindgames as Chandler likes to portray himself as, it is Hardaway who is in his head now.

White: He is. But Chandler's can't lost the plot. He needs to stay focused.

Chandler slowly reaches up, grabs the top rope with both hands and pulls himself back up. He curls up his lip in anger as he circles the ring. Hardaway, meanwhile, still has a smirk on his face as he circles the ring. Both men stop and size each other up. They then walk towards the center of the ring and lock up. Hardaway quickly places Chandler in a side headlock. But Chandler shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd boos as Chandler flexes his bicep before running into the ropes. When he comes back, Hardaway turns over onto his stomach. Chandler hops over him and runs into the ropes. As Hardaway pushes himself up to his feet, Chandler runs over and knocks him down with another shoulderblock. The crowd boos as Chandler points down at Hardaway and taunts him. He then runs into the ropes as Hardaway gets back up. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway leap frogs over him. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Hardaway leap frogs over him again. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway throws him down with a hip toss. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Hardaway throws him down with an arm drag. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Hardaway throws him down with an arm drag and transitions into a shoulderlock. The crowd cheers as Chandler uses his free arm to slap the canvas in frustration.

Clement: And again, Hardaway finds himself back in control.

White: Indeed, Hardaway finds himself on top after that feeling out process. You can see the frustration on Chandler's face. But again, he can't fall into Hardaway's trap, which he is doing right now.

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up, but Chandler refuses to quit. So Hardaway cinches in the hold, causing Chandler to cringe in pain. After a few, the ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But again, Chandler refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Chandler nails Hardaway with a knee to the midsection. After moving him into the ropes, Chandler shoves Hardaway off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws out a knife-edge chop. But again, Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he takes down Chandler with a running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up, but Hardaway knocks him down with a dropkick. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway throws out a roundhouse kick. But Chandler stumbles out of the way. He then slips through the ropes and makes his way to the floor to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler, either intentionally or not, was barely able to escape that roundhouse kick.

White: Yeah, Hardaway was looking to send his skull about ten rows into the crowd. And now it appears that Chandler is in no rush to get back in.

While Hardaway calls Chandler back into the ring, Chandler makes the “shooing” motion with his hands. Some of the fans in the front row yell at Chandler to get back in the ring. Chandler responds by motioning for a backhand slap. Once he's done with the fans, Chandler climbs up onto the apron and slowly steps back into the ring.

Clement: Chandler taking his sweet time getting back into the ring. Thus far, this match has not gone in his favor. Maybe putting on the brakes and slowing things down will work in his favor.

The two men circle the ring before locking up. Hardaway quickly places him in another side headlock. Chandler goes to shove Hardaway off of him, but Hardaway holds on tight. After taking a few steps back, Chandler runs forward and tries to shove Hardaway off. But Hardaway hangs on tight as he drops down to one knee. After Hardaway gets back up on both feet, he cinches in the hold. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler just shoos him away. He then reaches back and punches Hardaway in the small of the back. Hardaway can be seen wincing in pain. Chandler then reaches back and delivers a punch to the small of the back again... and again... and again. After a forearm strike to the ribs, Chandler shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a back body drop. But Hardaway slips down from behind, turns him around and then sends him to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And again, Chandler finds himself on the receiving end of a takedown.

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. He then grabs Hardaway and turns over, putting both of Hardaway's shoulder on the mat.

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Hardaway shifts his weight back over to cheers from the crowd.

Hardaway cranks the hold, causing Chandler to groan in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. He then reaches up, pulls Hardaway's head back and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The crowd boos as Chandler can be seen chuckling. He taunts Hardaway as he squeezes hard, trying his hardest to cut off the blood supply to the head. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway wags his finger at him. Hardaway tries to escape with a kip up, but Chandler keeps the hold on tight. After shifting around on the canvas, Hardaway goes for another kip up. But again, it's to no avail. Chandler begins to squeeze even tighter. The crowd boos as Chandler begins to yell back at them. Hardaway begins to shift around on the canvas. He then slowly turns over onto his knees. He reaches up, places both of his hands on Chandler's knees and presses down. Once he presses down hard enough, he escapes to safety. Hardaway quickly lunges over and applies another side headlock to cheers from the crowd. Chandler quickly hits the canvas in frustration.

Clement: Some nice mat wrestling there by both men. But once again, the sequence ends with Hardaway in control.

White: Yeah, and that has to be driving Chandler right up a wall.

After battling his way back up to his feet, Chandler shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws another clothesline. But again, Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a hip toss. Hardaway then steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But Chandler blocks it. So Hardaway goes for another hip toss. But again, Chandler blocks it. He then pulls his arm back and knocks Hardaway down with a hard clothesline to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler with that stiff clothesline that nearly knocks the wind out of Hardaway.

White: And finally, Chandler gains some momentum back in this match...

Chandler picks up Hardaway and shoves him into the corner. He then marches over and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to boos from the crowd. Chandler takes exception to the boos, so he turns, points to various members of the front row and yells at them. But when he turns his attention back to Hardaway, Hardaway makes him pay with a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He quickly scoops Chandler up and drops him across the top rope with the snake eyes. The crowd cheers as Chandler stumbles away from the ropes as he holds his throat in pain. Hardaway marches over, turns Chandler around and pops him with a right hand. He reaches back and connects with another right hand.... and another. Hardaway then kicks Chandler in the midsection before whipping him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway goes for a clothesline of his own. But Chandler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway goes for a jumping reverse roundhouse kick. But Chandler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up, but Hardaway throws him down with a deep arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up, but Hardaway runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling across the ring before falling to the canvas. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway charges at him. But Chandler quickly drops to his back and rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Hardaway hops through the ropes and begins to chase Chandler around ringside.

Clement: Chandler once again tries to take a breather on the outside...

White: But Hardaway isn't going to let him take a breather. So now, he gives chase around the ring...

After one lap around the ring, Chandler rolls back into the ring. As Hardaway slides in, Chandler gets up and goes for a quick elbow drop. But Hardaway rolls to the outside, causing Chandler to connect with nothing but the canvas. The crowd cheers.

White: Hardaway saw that coming...

Chandler gets up. But Hardaway reaches in, grabs him by the ankles and yanks him down to his back. The crowd cheers as Hardaway drags Chandler to the outside. Hardaway then unleashes a flurry of forearm strike to the face to cheers from the crowd. After a knee strike to the midsection, Hardaway slams his head onto the apron before shoving him back into the ring. After Hardaway slides back in, he gets up, picks up Chandler and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chandler around, Hardaway whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and goes for a corner Shining Wizard. But Chandler catches his leg and then dumps him over the top rope and onto the apron. The crowd boos.

As Hardaway pulls himself back up onto the apron, Chandler throws a right hand. But Hardaway ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust. Hardaway then grabs the top rope with both hands and goes for a sunset flip. But Chandler catches Hardaway in mid air and counters with a bridging northern lights suplex to boos from the crowd.

White: What a counter that was by Chandler.

Clement: We may have our first fall of the match...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks underneath, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin to cheers from the crowd.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

As both men get up, Hardaway quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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Chandler shifts his weight over...

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Hardaway shifts his weight back over...

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Chandler kicks out.

As both men get up, Chandler goes for a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks underneath and follows up with a school boy.

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Chandler kicks out.

As both men get up, Hardaway shoots in, gets the double leg takedown and floats over with the jackknife pin.

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Chandler bridges up, turns over, lifts up Hardaway and delivers an inverted atomic drop to boos from the crowd.

Clement: I'm nearly out of breath after calling that rapid succession of near falls.

White: Imagine how they feel...

Chandler takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a back body drop. But Hardaway slips down and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

As both men get up, Hardaway lunges over and applies a front face lock. He then leaps up, wraps his arms around Chandler's waist and applies a standing guillotine to cheers from the crowd.

White: Choke! He's got the guillotine choke applied!

Clement: This doesn't look good for Chandler...

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. So Hardaway pulls back, causing Chandler to groan in pain. The ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But again, Chandler refuses to quit. So Hardaway begins to pull back repeatedly to cheers from the crowd. Chandler then drops down to his knees. Hardaway begins to pull back. Chandler, somehow, battles back up to his feet, lifts up Hardaway and throws him down back-first onto the canvas. But Hardaway still hangs on to cheers from the crowd. As Hardaway pulls back on the move, Chandler quickly taps out to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: The winner of this fall by submission, KEVIN HARDAWAY![/b]

The crowd cheers.

Hardaway - 1
Chandler - 0

Clement: Hardaway gets the first fall. And like you said, whoever got the first fall now has the advantage.

White: Which is not good going forward because for the first 12 or so minute of this match, Hardaway was the man in control.

The crowd continues to cheers as Hardaway heads into the corner with his arms in the air. On the other side of the ring, Chandler stays on all fours as he can be heard coughing loudly.

[FGA Office]

After the mandatory 30 second rest period ends, the bell sounds. Chandler rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd. He takes a minute to regroup as he makes his way around the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, he slowly steps back into the ring. After circling the ring, the two go to lock up. But Chandler cheap shots him with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Hardaway by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos. As Hardaway slowly gets up on the outside, Chandler runs over and connects with a baseball slide to the back of the head, sending Hardaway stumbling into the barricade. After rolling to the outside, Chandler goes over and delivers a haymker to the midsection. He then delivers a clubbing shot to the back, followed by another haymaker to the midsection, followed by another clubbing shot to the back, followed by another haymaker... and another haymaker to the gut.... and another. Hardaway slowly drops on all fours to boos from the crowd. As Hardaway tries to get up, Chandler runs over and delivers a Knee Trembler to the side of the head. The other side of Hardaway's head smacks against the barricade before he crumbles to the floor. The crowd cheers as Chandler begins to bask in his glory.

Clement: Chandler now with an absolutely mauling now on the outside.

White: There's still a lot of time left. But Chandler knows that he's now down one fall. So he has to pick up the pace and the aggression to tie this thing back up.

Chandler goes over, rolls back in, then back out to restart the count. He walks back over towards Hardaway before he puts the boots to him. Chandler picks up Hardaway, grabs him around the waist and rams him back-first against the ring apron. The crowd boos as Hardaway cringes in pain. Chandler pulls him back, only to ram him back-first against the side of the ring. Hardaway groans in pain as the crowd boos. Chandler takes him, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Hardaway appears to be in some pain after getting his back rammed into the side of that ring.

White: You have to wonder how much that will effect him going forward, especially if Chandler starts to target that area as the match goes on...

Chandler picks him up, snapmares him over and delivers a soccer kick to the back. Hardaway arches his back in pain as the crowd boos. After sizing Hardaway up, Chandler delivers another soccer kick to the small of the back. He then reaches down, grabs Hardaway by the traps with both hands and delivers alternating knee strikes to the back. Hardaway groans in pain as the crowd boos. Chandler then pushes him down against the canvas and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks him up, snapmares him over and then delivers a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. Chandler heads back over and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler sits up Hardaway and applies a rear chinlock from behind. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. So Chandler jerks back, causing a rush of pain to shoot up and down Hardaway's spine.

Clement: Chandler saw an opening and he took it. He's now begun to target the back of Hardaway. And that can't be good for the "Unbreakable" one.

White: No it can't. He may still be able to strike. But depending on the move he's trying to pull off, his back may no longer be able to support the weight of lifiting a 240 plus pound man up.

The ref again asks Hardaway if he wants to give up, but Hardaway refuses to quit. So Chandler pulls back, causing Hardaway to let out a loud groan.

Crowd: HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY!...

Hardaway begins to feed off of the energy of the crowd. He begins to shake his fist in unison with their hands. He slowly turns over onto his knees. Chandler begins to shake his head in disbelief as Hardaway battles back up to his feet. He nails Chandler with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. But Chandler quickly comes back with a clubbing shot to the back. The crowd boos as Chandler lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. But Hardaway rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and shoves Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a jumping reverse roundhouse kick. The crowd cheers.

White: Nice kick there, catching Chandler right in the mouth with the edge of his heel.

Chandler gets up, but Hardaway knocks him down with a right hand. Chandler gets back up, but Hardaway knocks him back down with a right hand. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Chandler is doubled over, Hardaway connects with a bicycle kick to the side of the head to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway turns him over and makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Hardaway runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then turns, places Chandler in a side headlock and goes for a running bulldog out of the corner. But Chandler shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws him down with a big back body drop. The crowd boos as Hardaway arches his back in pain. Chandler goes over, picks up Hardaway and whips him hard back-first into the corner. Hardaway slowly drops to his knees in pain as the crowd boos. Chandler goes over, picks him back up and whips him hard into the opposite corner. Hardaway ricochets from out of the corner and falls face-first to the canvas. The crowd boos as Hardaway can be seen holding his back in pain. Chandler goes over, picks up Hardaway and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd boos as Chandler rolls over to make the cover.

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Chandler lifts up Hardaway's head to boos from the crowd. He then wags his finger, causing the crowd to boo even more.

Clement: What in the world is Chandler doing?

White: His imfamous arrogance is once again on display. He's attacking Hardaway. He's working over the back, thereby weakening his opponent. And then he pulls this stunt?

Chandler picks up Hardaway and goes for another vertical suplex. But on the way up, Hardaway knees him in the head, forcing him to bring him back down. Hardaway quickly follows up with a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler's arrogance nearly got him down to falls to none there.

As both men get up, Chandler delivers a knee to the midsection, doubling him over to boos from the crowd. He then grabs Hardaway around the waist before delivering a gutwrench suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and hooks his arms, setting him up for a double underhook maneuver. But Hardaway breaks free, counters with a double leg takedown and then catapults Chandler into the corner. The crowd cheers. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway hits a russian leg sweep to cheers from the crowd. But he quickly reaches over and holds his back. He then gets up, picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler kicks him in the midsection. While Hardaway is doubled over, Chandler lifts him up for the Valediction. But Hardaway counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nice counter there by Hardaway. Chandler went to put him away with that sitdown powerbomb, but Hardaway counters with the rana...

After both men get up, Hardaway runs into the ropes. But when he comes back, Chandler delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He then gets up, picks up Hardaway and lifts him up for the Valediction. But Hardaway connects with three 12-to-6 elbows to the top of the head to cheers from the crowd. After slipping down and landing on his feet, Hardaway connects with a series of forearm strikes to the face. He then steps back, sizes up Chandler and throws a spinning back fist. But Chandler ducks and kicks him in the midsection. He hoists Hardaway up again for the Valediction. But this time, Hardaway counters into a sitdown facebuster to cheers from the crowd. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

White: Hardaway again is able to escape the Valediction and almost come away with another fall.

Clement: You can see the sense of urgency in Chandler. We're a bit past the 20 minute mark in this match. There's roughly just under 40 minutes left in this thing. But Chandler has repeatedly tried to put Hardaway away with his finisher. But Hardaway keeps on escaping...

As Hardaway picks up Chandler, Chandler delivers a double leg pick up, runs into the corner and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos. He then brings Hardaway from out of the corner and back towards the center of the ring. Chandler hoists him up once again for the Valediction. But Hardaway counters with a sunset flip powerbomb to cheers from the crowd.

White: What a move!

Clement: This could do it...

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler just barely getting his shoulder up.

White: And Hardaway, again, refusing to fall victim to the Valediction.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Hardaway chest-first into the corner. As Hardaway stumbles back, Chandler runs over and goes for a Harvard Hammer to the back of the head. Hardaway ducks. But as he stands back up, Chandler kicks him in the midsection, hoists him up, and throws him down with the Valediction to boos from the crowd.

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Cruz: The winner of this fall by pinfall, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Hardaway - 1
Chandler - 1

Clement: Here we are now, tied 1-1 with about 25 minutes into the match. What have you liked thus far?

White: I liked how Hardaway controlled the match early and got into Chandler's head. I liked how Chandler picked up the pace and the aggression. He worked over Hardaway's back, something that will only get worse as the punishment continues...

Chandler walks around the ring with his arms held high to boos from the crowd. On the other side of the ring, Hardaway cringes in pain as he lays on the mat.

The bell sounds. As the rest period sends, Hardaway can be seen pulling himself up in the corner using the ropes. But Chandler isn't about to let him rest for any longer. He marches across the ring, turns Hardaway around and nails him with a right hand after right hand. The punches begin to pick up in speed as Hardaway slumps down in the corner. After delivering a few stomps to the chest, Chandler reaches down and chokes Hardaway across the throat with his foot. The crowd boos as he begins to pull down on the top rope for leverage. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chandler willingly lets go.... only to kneel down and choke Hardaway with both of his hands to boos from the crowd...

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

Chandler let's go. But he follows up by returning the favor and slapping Hardaway across the face. The crowd boos.

White: Chandler now sticking with what got him the last fall.

Clement: He's shown no mercy as he continues to pounce on K-Hard.

He picks Hardaway up and whips him into the corner. Chandler runs across the ring, but he runs right into an elbow strike to the face; the crowd cheers. While Chandler is stunned, Hardaway hoists himself up onto the middle ropes. But before he can grab Chandler, Chandler shoves him, sending Hardaway over the top rope and tumbling to the floor. The thud upon impact is audible.

Clement: Oh my goodness! Hardaway may be hurt bad, Dave.

White: He just might. He took a hard tumble to the outside. And knowing Chandler, I highly doubt he's going to let Hardaway recover...

The crowd begins to boo as Hardaway lays in pain on the outside. Instead of letting him recuperate, Chandler shows no mercy. He heads to the outside and stomps away at Hardaway. He then picks him up, delivers a double leg pick up and rams Hardaway back-first against the ring post. The crowd boos as Hardaway groans in pain. Chandler then picks him back up, rolls him into the ring and rolls himself back in. After bringing Hardaway away from the ropes, Chandler hoists him up and throws him down with the pumphandle drop. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chandler turns to the ref and holds up three fingers. But the ref holds up two back at him.

Chandler picks up Hardaway, runs into the corner and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After hoisting himself up onto the middle rope, he brings Hardaway up onto the bottom rope. He grabs Hardaway around the waist and goes for a gutwrench lift. But Hardaway holds onto the ropes.

White: Wait, is he? No....

So Chandler lets go and delivers a clubbing shot to the back. He then tries for another gutwrench lift. But again, Hardaway holds onto the ropes.

Clement: I think he is, Dave. He just might...

So Chandler lets go and delivers three elbows to the back. Chandler then hoists Hardaway up, going for a gutwrench powerbomb off the middle rope. But Hardaway counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Clement: What a match this has been. Chandler could have really done some damage if he hit that move. But Hardaway, again, is able to deliver a counter when he needs it the most.

White: Hardaway is no stranger to the Iron Man Match. He's been in one of these before. He's won one, in fact. He knows all about pacing and strategy. This man has been wrestling for a lot longer than Chandler has. For as good as the GFC World Champion is, Hardaway still has a wealth of knowledge, knowing more than Chandler possibly ever could...

Ref: …...... FIVE........ SIX......... SEVEN.......

After both men slowly get up and turn around, Hardaway runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Hardaway knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway delivers a series of rapid slaps to the face with both hands, followed by a series of alternating shoot kicks to both legs, followed by a spinning back kick that doubles him over. After delivering a jumping knee strike using the Muay Thai Clinch, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects from behind with the KTFO~! to cheers from the crowd. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

White: How was he able to not only survive that rush of offense, but how was he able to get the shoulder up?

Clement: It may have been purely a reflex. Look at Chandler. He doesn't know where he is or what even hit him.

White: Neither would I after that flurry of strikes.

Hardaway gets up, picks up Chandler and delivers a forearm strike, followed by a European Uppercut. He then delivers another forearm strike, followed by another European Uppercut. While Chandler is dazed, Hardaway runs back into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler nails him with an elbow to the face. While Hardaway is dazed, Chandler runs back into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Chandler is doubled over, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Chandler throws a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and counters with a floatover swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks him up, only to throw him back down with a scoop slam. Hardaway holds his back in pain before stepping through the ropes. After he climbs up to the top turnbuckle, Hardaway jumps off and goes for a diving double foot stomp. But Chandler rolls out of the way. After Hardaway lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. Once he gets up and turns around, Chandler runs over and throws a clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler hoists him in the air for a pop up powerbomb. But Hardaway counters with a front dropkick to the face, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. After landing on his back, Hardaway turns over and holds his back in pain.

Clement: Chandler may have gotten two boots to his face. But Hardaway may be in just as bad of shape as Chandler is right now.

After getting back up to his feet, Hardaway takes Chandler and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Hardaway then steps up onto the middle rope and delivers a shoot kick to the face. The crowd cheers. After Hardaway steps back down, he takes Chandler and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring, but he runs right into a boot to the face to boos from the crowd. Chandler then places Hardaway in the corner, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle.

White: What could he be going for here?

Clement: I don't know. But I doubt it's anything good...

After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, Chandler grabs a hold of Hardaway and goes for a superplex. But Hardaway blocks it. So Chandler tightens his grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Hardaway blocks it. He then lets go of Hardaway and throws a punch. But Hardaway blocks and counters with one of his own. Chandler throws another punch. But again, Hardaway blocks it and counters with one of his own. He then nails Chandler with another punch... and another... and another. Hardaway then shoves Chandler off the ropes and down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. After standing up on the top turnbuckle, Hardaway leaps off and connects with a frog splash to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg...

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler again gets his shoulder up.

White: Both of these men know what's at stake. They'd rather cut off their right arm than lose to the other man.

Clement: And here we are, just past 30 minutes into this match with the score still tied up a one apeice. Who will be able to get back into control and pick up the next fall?

Hardaway picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a Corner Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway places him in a headlock and delivers a running bulldog from out of the corner. The crowd cheers as Hardaway calls for the Williams Driver.

Clement: Oh here we go!

White: This doesn't look good for the champion...

Hardaway picks up Chandler and positions him for the Williams Driver. But Chandler counters with a back body drop. When he turns over and reaches down to pick up Hardaway, Hardaway curls back and kicks up with his feet, knocking Chandler down. As both men get up, Hardaway throws out a front kick, nailing Chandler square in the nose. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway runs over and throws a clothesline. But Chandler ducks and applies a full nelson from behind to boos from the crowd. He then lifts Chandler up for some type of full nelson slam or suplex. But Hardaway counters into a wheelbarrow victory roll. The crowd cheers...

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Chandler kicks out.

As both men get up, Hardaway connects with a high knee lift. While Chandler is dazed, Hardaway cocks his arm back and then lunges forward, knocking Chandler down with a Decap Lariat to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, picks up Chandler and positions him for another Williams Driver. But Chandler counters with a standing double leg takedown to boos from the crowd. He then reaches down to turn Hardaway over into a boston crab. But Hardaway reaches up and delivers several 12-to-6 elbows to the top of the head, breaking the hold. After Hardaway gets back up, he kicks Chandler in the midsection and sets him up for The End of Heartache. But Chandler blocks the move. So Hardaway tightens his grip and goes for The End of Heartache. But again, Chandler blocks the move. Chandler then turns, lifts Hardaway in the air, runs over and throws him down across the top rope with a front suplex. The crowd boos.

Clement: Well-timed counter there by Chandler.

White: And now Hardaway is at his mercy...

Hardaway appears helpless as his body dangles across the top rope. After sizing him up, Chandler runs over and goes for a high knee lift. But Hardaway avoids the knee, slipping down out of the apron. When Chandler turns back to him, Hardaway delivers a shoulder thrust through the middle & top ropes. While Chandler is doubled over, Hardaway delivers a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler rolls through it, hooks his arms around Hardaway's legs, drags him towards the center of the ring and delivers a giant swing to boos from the crowd. After about six or seven rotations, Chandler lets go, sending Hardaway across the ring.

Clement: Nice counter there by Chandler. But neither of this men know where they are right now.

White: That's always the drawback of using the giant swing or even the airplane spin.

A dazed Hardaway struggles to get to his feet. Unable to maintain his balance, Hardaway stumbles into the corner. When he turns around, Chandler runs into the corner. But he runs right into an elbow to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway runs over and goes for a yakuza kick. Chandler catches his foot, but Hardaway counters with an enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler gets back up, Hardaway lights up his chest with several shoot kicks to the midsection. The thud from the kicks can be heard throughout the building. Hardaway then takes Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up and turns around, but he turns right into a kick to the midsection. While Chandler is doubled over, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a scissors kick to cheers from the crowd. He turns Chandler over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And again, Chandler get his shoulder up. Man!

White: He's a tough one. Arrogant as all hell, but a tough one.

After picking Chandler back up, Hardaway delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. After sizing up Chandler, Hardaway connects with an axe kick to the back of the head, knocking Chandler down to his knees. Hardaway then delivers another series of shoot kicks to the chest. The crowd cheers. After sizing Chandler up, Hardaway connects with a buzzsaw kick with his right leg, followed by a buzzsaw kick with his left leg. He then steps back, only to connect with a superkick to the jaw to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler appears groggy, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he finally knocks Chandler down with the Bakatare Sliding Kick to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway then picks up Chandler, lifts him up onto his shoulders and throws him down with the Williams Driver to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

Cruz: The winner of this fall by pinfall, KEVIN HARDAWAY!

Hardaway - 2
Chandler - 1

Clement: And again, Hardaway finds himself back on top in this one.

White: It took a little longer than he probably wanted it. But he got the fall. And man did he unleash hell on Chandler with those kicks at the end.

Clement: Chandler does look worse for wear. And with just under 23 minutes left in this thing, how much does he have left in the tank?

After the rest period ends, the bell sounds. Hardaway goes over and puts the boots to Chandler. He then picks up Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway throws out a yakuza kick. But Chandler catches his foot. Before Hardaway can even think about countering, Chandler spins him around. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws out the Harvard Hammer. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler goes for a tilt-a-whirl maneuver, but Hardaway counters with a leg scissors takeover. The crowd cheers. As Chandler gets up, Hardaway kicks him in the midsection. He then lifts him up for The End on Heartache to cheers from the crowd. But Chandler slips down from behind and shoves Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back...

White: Harvard Hammer!

Clement: Chandler just turned him inside out with the Harvard Hammer!

The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cruz: The winner of this fall by pinfall, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Hardaway - 2
Chandler - 2

[FGA Office]

Clement: In the blink of an eye, Chandler ties this thing right back up.

White: That's the beauty of the Harvard Hammer. If can be used on offense. It can be used on defense. It's one of those strikes that he can throw from seemingly anywhere.

Clement: I'll tell you one thing, there's nothing beautiful about this...

Immediately after getting the fall, Chandler picks up Hardaway, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos.

White: Chandler isn't even allowing Hardaway to rest during the MANDATORY rest period!

The ref berates Chandler for not adhering to the mandatory rest period. But Chandler responds by shoving Hardaway out of his way. After rolling to the outside, he puts the boots to Hardaway. The crowd boos as Chandler picks him up, heads over to the time keeper's section and slams head against against the ring bell. The crowd boos as Hardaway stumbles to the floor.

Clement: Poor sportsmanship on display right here by Chandler Scott. I know they hate each other. I know they want to beat the hell out of each other. But this is a wrestling match! There's no need for this!

Hardaway tries to get back up to his feet, but Chandler knocks him down with a double ax handle smash from behind. He then picks up Hardaway and rolls him back into the ring, only to drag part of his upper body over the apron. After taking a few steps back and measuring him up, Chandler runs forward and connects with a running European Uppercut to boos from the crowd. He then rolls back into the ring, drags Hardaway away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler delivers a gorrila press lift dropped into a front powerslam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler throws him down with a snap powerslam. The crowd boos as the ref slides over to make the count...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Again, Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Hardaway has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on Chandler for months now. He's not about to just give this thing up.

White: Definitely not. Hardaway has a lot of fight left in him. But how much can he physically take? The mind may be willing, but the body may not be able to handle this punishment.

Chandler picks up Hardaway, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Hardaway around, Chandler lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Chandler then climbs up onto the top ropes, grabs Hardaway and delivers a superplex to boos from the crowd. Chandler rolls over and hooks the leg.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. In a fit of frustration, Chandler repeatedly slaps the canvas.

White: If I were Chandler, I'd be frustrated, too.

Chandler: But he has to keep his cool. With about 15 minutes left and the score still tied, he has to concentrate on finally getting up one fall in this match.

As Chandler slowly picks up Hardaway, Hardaway nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. But Chandler stops the comeback with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. He then takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler connects with a Textbook Dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chandler grabs him by the wrist, pulls him back up to his feet and goes for a short-arm clothesline. But Hardaway and counters with a floatover DDT. The crowd cheers.

White: Well timed counter there by Hardaway. But can he build off of it? Can he get back that momentum that he had during the earlier portions of this match and get back up a fall?

Both men slowly get up. Chandler throws out a knife-edge chop. Hardaway responds with a forearm strike to the face. Chandler delivers another knife-edge chop.

Crowd: Boo!

Hardaway responds with another forearm strike to the face.

Crowd: Yeah!

Chandler then delivers two two-knife edge chops.

Crowd: BOO!

Hardaway responds with two forearm strikes to the face.

Crowd: YEAH!

Chandler delivers three knife-edge chops.

Crowd: BOO!

Hardaway responds with three forearm strikes.

Crowd: YEAH!

Chandler comes back with five knife-edge chops.

Crowd: BOO!

Hardaway responds with seven rapid forearm strikes to the face.

Crowd: YEAH!

While Chandler is dazed, Hardaway connects with a roundhouse kick, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway drops to his knees, pulls him over and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: How did he get that shoulder up!?

White: I'm surprised he doesn't have a concussion with the way that Hardaway has been delivering those kicks.

Hardaway picks up Chandler, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then lifts Chandler up and sits him backwards on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Hardaway grabs Chandler and goes for an avalanche belly to back suplex. But Chandler shifts his weight in mid air, coming down across Hardaway to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh no! Chandler may steal this fall here...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chandler picks up Hardaway, lifts him up onto his shoulders, runs into the corner and delivers a Buckle Bomb. The crowd boos. After Hardaway drops down to his knees, Chandler picks him back up, lifts him up onto his shoulders, runs towards the opposite corner and delivers another Buckle Bomb. The crowd boos as Hardaway crumbles from out of the corner. He then goes over, grabs Hardaway and drags him towards the center of the ring. After picking a dazed Hardaway back up, Chandler sizes him up before kicking him in the midsection. He then lifts Hardaway up, runs and goes for a running powerbomb to the outside. But Hardaway grabs the top rope and counters with a hurricanrana, sending Chandler over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: What a counter there by Hardaway! He may have been down and out had Chandler been able to powerbomb him to the outside. But Hardaway escapes with a rana.

White: And it doesn't look like he's done yet...

As Hardaway hangs on to the top rope, he “skins the cat,” pulling himself over the top rope and back to the ring. But he quickly grimaces as he holds his back in pain. As Chandler slowly gets up on the outside, Hardaway runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he runs forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks down Chandler with the GTFO~! to cheers and applause from the crowd. The rowdy fans in the front row reach over the barricade and repeatedly slap it.

Crowd: HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY! HARDAWAY!

Clement: Hardaway, even with a bad back, is able to hit that dive to the outside!

White: He doesn't care about how badly he hurts himself. As long as he hurts Chandler more.

Clement: We're approaching the 10 minute mark now. Who will be able to potentially get that third and deciding fall.

White: Who knows? With the way these two are going, we might be headed for overtime!

Hardaway slowly gets up, picks up Chandler and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he picks up Chandler and whips him into the corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and connects with a Corner Shining Wizard. He then takes Chandler and whips him back into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and connects with another Corner Shining Wizard. He then takes Chandler, brings him from out of the corner and throws him down with a scoop slam. After holding his back, Hardaway steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off and connects with a diving double foot stomp. The crowd cheers. But instead of going for the cover, Hardaway gets up, steps through the ropes, climbs back up to the top, leaps off and connects with a second diving double foot stomp to the chest. The crowd cheers. Hardaway motions for the cover, but he shakes his head before stepping back through the ropes.

Clement: Oh no. Not another one. Not another one!

White: Indeed, another one...

The crowd cheers as Hardaway climbs back up to the top turnbuckle, jumps off and connects with a third diving double foot stomp to the chest. Hardaway gets up and scans the crowd. A twisted smirk creeps upon his face as he holds up a finger. The crowd cheers as Hardaway nods his head.

White: Oh he's going for the jugular here, Kevin. He's looking to put this thing away.

Clement: He may already have this thing put away. Chandler may have a punctured lung after three of those diving double foot stomps. And he's about to go for one more!

Hardaway steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. After staring down at Chandler, Hardaway flips him off, leaps into the air and connects with a diving double foot stomp to the side of Chandler's face to cheers and applause from the crowd.

White: Goodnight!

Clement: My God that's gotta be it!

Hardaway brings Chandler towards the center of the ring. He picks him up, kicks him and goes to lift him up for The End of Heartache. But as soon as Chandler is halfway in the air, Hardaway drops him. He clutches his back in pain to boos from the crowd.

Clement: He hurt his back?

White: His back may have finally given out. Wait, what's this?

While Hardaway is doubled over, Chandler takes advantage by lifting him up and delivering the Valediction to boos from the crowd. The ref slides over to make the count...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chandler looks at the ref with complete and utter shock.

Clement: I can't believe it, either!

White: Make it three! These two, man. Wow!

After Chandler picks up Hardaway, he nails him with a European Uppercut. But Hardaway doesn't fall. He motions for Chandler to bring it. After looking Hardaway up and down, Chandler delivers another European Uppercut. Hardaway stumbles back, but he walks right back over and shoves Chandler to cheers from the crowd. Chandler comes back with another European Uppercut. Hardaway stumbles back, but he heads back over, leans against Chandler's forehead and then piefaces him to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hardaway now showing that Fighting Spirit.

White: More like asking to get his head knocked clean off his shoulders.

Chandler goes for another European Uppercut. But Hardaway counters by hooking his arms. He tries to bring Chandler down with a backslide. But Chandler tries his hardest to fight it off.

Clement: Backslide! Hardaway's going for the backslide!

The crowd cheers as Hardaway tries with all his might to bring Chandler down. Just then, Chandler lunges forward, sending Hardaway rolling over across his back. As both men stand up, Hardaway nails him with a European Uppercut of his own. He nails Chandler with another European Uppercut... and another.... and another... and another... and another... and another... and another. He then kicks Chandler in the midsection, lifts him up and delivers The End of Heartache to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There it is!

White: For the win...

Hardaway slowly turns over and drapes his arm across Chandler's chest...

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

White: How? HOW!?

Hardaway slowly looks up at the ref. But as the ref tells him it was only to, Hardaway hangs his head in disappointment.

Clement: The fans thought he had it. But the air was let right out of this buidling when Chandler got the shoulder up.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler rolls back and catches Hardaway in a single leg crab. The crowd boos.

White: Uh oh!

Chandler pulls back on the hold as Hardaway groans in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Hardaway shakes his head from side to side. So Chandler pulls even further back, causing Hardaway to groan in pain.

Clement: Can Hardaway fight off the pain? Can he hold on for another eight minutes or so?

Hardaway bites his knuckle in pain. The ref again asks him if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit.

White: Look at him! He's writhing in pain. How much more can a man take?

Hardaway places his palms on the canvas and begins to slowly push himself up. The crowd cheers as Chandler's eyes widen. Hardaway begins to slowly crawl his way towards the center of the ring and over to the ropes.

Clement: Hardaway's trying to claw his way to the ropes!

The crowd cheers as Hardaway continues to claw. He's almost at the ropes... he reaches out... just as he's about to grab it, Chandler drags him back to the center of the ring and transitions into an elevated single leg boston crab. The crowd boos as Hardaway moans and groans in pain.

White: Smart move by Chandler! Not only is Hardaway dead center in the ring, but with the way he's got the hold applied, there's even more pressure on that hurt back.

Chandler can be seen with a big smile on his face as he has Hardaway right where he wants him. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. Hardaway bites his lip and then covers his head with his arms in pain. Chandler pulls back, applying even more pressure to the hold.

Clement: Hardaway is trying with all his might to hang on.

Hardaway places his palms on the canvas and slowly begins to push himself up.

White: No way...

The crowd cheers as Hardaway begins to slowly crawl towards the ropes. Chandler can be seen shaking his head in disbelief.

White: No way!

Clement: Hardaway's fighting through the pain! He's trying to claw his way to those ropes!

Hardaway continues to scratch, claw and pull himself towards the ropes. He's almost there... he reaches out... but he's just out of reach. The crowd boos as Chandler pulls back some more. He can be heard telling Hardaway to tap out. But Hardaway refuses to give up. Hardaway claws forward. Just as he's about to grab the bottom rope, Chandler drags him back towards the center of the ring. He then transitions into a single leg crab with a knee to the back. The crowd boos.

White: Oh no. He's got nowhere to go now...

Chandler repeatedly jerks back as Hardaway groans in pain. The ref asks him of he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. So Chandler pulls back, increasing the pressure.

Clement: I can even look at Hardaway. The look of pain on his face is too much...

Hardaway tries to push himself up off the canvas, but it's to no avail with Chandler's knee against his back. Chandler continues to yell at him to tap out. The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway refuses to quit. Frustrated, Chandler takes his knee off of Hardaway's back. While still keeping the elevated single leg crab applied, Chandler takes his right leg and repeatedly stomps away at the back of Hardaway's head. The crowd boos as Chandler continues to put the boots to him.

White: He's kicking the hell out of him.

Hardaway tries to cover up, but the stomps till connect.

Clement: Chandler showing no mercy as he stomps the hell out of Hardaway...

As Chandler continues to stomp away on the back of the head, the ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But Hardaway doesn't respond. So the ref asks him a second time. But again, no response. Seeing that Hardaway can no longer defend himself, the ref wraps his arms around Chandler and moves him off of Hardaway. The crowd boos as the ref calls for the bell.

Cruz: The winner of this fall by referee stoppage, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Hardaway - 2
Chandler - 3

Clement: We've got just under five minutes left, Dave. This match may be over.

White: These two have been through so much. Chandler just got the last fall. I don't know if Hardaway has it in him to tie this thing back up.

After the rest period, Chandler waits patiently in the corner. He watches as Hardaway slowly pushes himself up off the apron. Hardaway tries to shake out the cobwebs. But as he gets up, he drops back down to one knee. He can be seen holding his head in pain. The ref asks him if he's alright; Hardaway nods. Once Hardaway finally gets up to his feet, Chandler charges from out of the corner and goes for a northern lariat. But Hardaway ducks, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a spinning reverse roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up, but Hardaway knocks him down with a shuffle sidekick to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler tries to get up, Hardaway runs over and connects with a rolling Koppu Kick, knocking him down. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

As Hardaway picks up Chandler, Chandler shoves Hardaway away from him. He then turns and tries to exit the ring to boos from the crowd. But as Chandler steps through the ropes, Hardaway runs over and kicks up the middle rope, hitting Chandler right between the legs with the middle rope. The crowd cheers as Chandler falls to the outside in pain.

Clement: Chandler tries to high tail it out of here. But Hardaway is having none of that.

White: A good strategy nonetheless. With this little amount of time left and with him being up one fall, why not try to burn the clock?

Hardaway heads to the outside, picks up Chandler, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his foot on the bottom rope. The crowd boos.

Hardaway then takes Chandler and drags him away from the ropes. After holding his back in pain, Hardaway makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Chandler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Hardaway counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers...

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

As both men get up, Hardaway quickly reaches over and brings him down with a small package...

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Chandler kicks out.

As Hardaway gets up, Chandler tries to crawl away to the outside. But Hardaway grabs him by the ankle and drags him back towards the center of the ring.

Clement: Chandler again tries to run away. But Hardaway grabs him with roughly three minutes left...

After turning Chandler over, Hardaway hooks his arms around his legs and leans back, catapulting Chandler into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler stumbles back, Hardaway grabs him from behind, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle as the crowd counts along.

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

Hardaway then turns Chandler around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him as the crowd counts along.

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

The crowd cheers as Hardaway steps down, brings a groggy Chandler from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hardaway delivers a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He reaches back and grabs the leg.

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Chandler kicks out to boos from the crowd.

White: Less than three minutes left. Time's running out for Hardaway...

Hardaway picks up Chandler and nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He then turns Chandler around, grabs him around the waist and delivers a german suplex. Without letting go, Hardaway rolls over, pulls up Chandler and delivers another german suplex. Without letting go, Hardaway rolls over and pulls up Chandler. He goes for a third german, but Chandler reaches out and grabs the ref by his shirt.

Clement: What is Chandler doing?

After Chandler pulls the ref close to him, Chandler low blows Hardaway with a mule kick. The crowd boos as Hardaway goes down.

Clement: That son of a.... damn him!

White: You may not like it, but it was effective. And with about two thirty left, that may be all he needs to secure this one.

While Hardaway is curled up in pain, Chandler staggers around the ring with a big grin on his face. Once Hardaway slowly gets up and turns around, Chandler runs over and throws the Harvard Hammer. But Hardaway ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers a german suplex. The crowd cheers. Without letting go, Hardaway pulls him up and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: TWO!

Without letting go, Hardaway pulls him up and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: THREE!

Without letting go, Hardaway pulls him up and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: FOUR!

Without letting go, Hardaway pulls him up and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: FIVE!

Without letting go, Hardaway pulls him up and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: SIX!

Cruz: ONE MINUTE REMAINING!

After pulling up Chandler again, Hardaway quickly transitions into a rear naked choke to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The choke! Rear naked choke!

White: He's got one minute left! He needs to make this count!

Chandler's eyes widen with panic. He flails his arms around, trying to grab onto anything he can. But it's to no avail as Hardaway brings him to the canvas and locks on the body scissors with the rear naked choke. The crowd cheers.

Clement: He's got him now!

White: Can Chandler hang on!?

Hardaway squeezes tight as Chandler's face can be seen getting redder and redder. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But he just ignores the ref.

Cruz: THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING!

Hardaway squints his eyes as he squeezes as tight as he can. Chandler reaches his arm out. But he's nowhere near the ropes. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chandler slowly shakes his head from side to side. His eyes now appear glassy.

White: He's fading, Kev!

Chandler's eyelids slowly begin to cover more and more of his eyes. His outstretched arm begins to slowly lower towards the canvas. Hardaway continues to squeeze as hard as he can. Once the time keeper rings the bell, Chandler's arm drops to the canvas. Hardaway then rolls off of him. He gets up on his knees and hesitantly raises his arms in the air.

Clement: Did he get it?

White: I... I don't know.

Clement: He got it! I think he got it!

White: We'll find out soon enough...

The referee calls Manny Cruz over to discuss the ruling with him. Hardaway then makes his way over. After hearing something that he doesn't like, Hardaway stomps his foot before smacking the air in anger.

Cruz: Here is your winner, with a result of 3 falls to 2, CHANDLER SCOTT!

"Ride of the Valkyries" blares throughout the arena. But the classic peice is soon drowned out by the boos from the crowd.

Clement: That sneaky you-know-what! Chandler Scott barely, and I do mean BARELY escapes this match with the win!

White: Love him or hate him, he did what he had to do. He battled back. Worked over the back. A well-placed low blow. Some killing of the clock...

Clement: If it weren't for Chandler trying to run out of here for dear life, we'd be tied 3-3 and going into OT.

White: Coulda, shoulda, woulda.

Clement: Yeah.... yeah.... but you have to give it up to Kevin Hardaway. The match that this man fought, I can even't put into words how proud I am on this man.

White: Hardaway shouldn't be ashamed of losing this match. As you said, a second or two more and we could be heading into OT. But it just wasn't meant to be.

Clement: For Dave White, this is Kevin Clement. On behalf of Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and Frontier Grappling Arts, we thank you for joining us. We'll see you next time...