Columbus DVD Taping (9.14.13)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Columbus DVD Taping
Ohio Expo Center [Bricker Building]
Columbus, OH

Kevin Clement: Welcome FGA Nation to another Frontier Grappling Arts DVD presentation! I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. Evan, we are two weeks removed from Above & Beyond II. It was on that night that Sean Sands began his ascension to the top of FGA by winning the Frontier Lions Cup!

Evan Grayson: That he did. Going through three opponents in one night was a hard task. But let's get something straight. He hasn't reached the top yet. And he won't reach the top until he defeats The Big Bad of FGA, Chris Q!

Clement: Those two will go one on one at "Respect is Earned" for the FGA Heavyweight Championship next month on October 26. Both of those men will be in action tomorrow night in Milwaukee. But tonight, Sands will be presented the Frontier Lions Cup trophy in front of his home state crowd!

Grayson: He better cherish the moment. Because if Chris Q has any say in the matter, that trophy will be the only gold he'll be raising anytime soon.

Clement: Well speaking of championships, Chris Bond will be in action tonight as he defends his newly won Pride Championship against one half of Bloodbath & Beyond, Chaths!

Grayson: Chaths was impressive at Above & Beyond II, making it all the way to the finals of the tournament. Due to some roster changes and coupled with his impressive performance, FGA Officials have granted him this title opportunity. And with Johnny Blayze lingering around here somewhere, he's got a good chance of taking it.

Clement: Also here tonight, the Shoot Kings will make their FGA in-ring debut as they take on another debuting team, Ward 6!

Grayson: Both of these teams are looking to come out the gate strong and leave an impression. With FGA's tag team division growing by the day, it is a constant battle of position to get into that #1 contender's spot.

Clement: Speaking of the champions, Bob Pooler will be in action tonight as he takes n Chris Tryon!

Grayson: Chris Tryon is essentially the reason why Pooler is wearing one of those Mid-Atlantic Tag Titles. It was Tryon, Tiffany Lawrence Michaels and that doofus lawyer that got Dom Harter arrested and suspended on those trumped up charges. What will Pooler do next? Make Tryon pay and pay dearly!

Clement: Also here tonight, Ben Hanson and Chandler Scott... two old rivals will clash one last time. This time, for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship!

Grayson: Pro-Wrestling Frontier and the Global Frontier Crown have sanctioned this match for this FGA taping. The rivalry between these two goes all the way back to January of last year. Chandler thought "The Metal Heart" was out of his hair for good. But somehow, Hanson has wormed his way into this match. But by the end of the night, Chandler may just make him pay for that mistake...

[FGA Office]

[The scene opens up and were backstage at the Columbus Ohio DVD Taping where Craig Jacobs is talking to a crew member John]

John: So Craig are you booked for tonight’s show?

Craig Jacobs: Nah man I’m booked tomorrow in Milwaukee.

John: Who are you booked against?

Craig Jacobs: Hunter Werth, but to be honest, Hunter’s up against me and that is bad for him, I’m a protege

John: Protege?

Craig Jacobs: Yes! I was trained by Brad Kane and a lot of responsibility lies on my shoulder being the future of this business.

[With that being said a sound of coughing can be heard as Anton Chase steps on the scene]

Anton Chase: The future right? You know how many times over the years I’ve heard young talent like you claim to be the future of this business but never really making it.

Craig Jacobs: The difference between me and those talents you’ve seen over the years is I will make it. And why would I pay attention to some old has-been like you anyway?

Anton Chase: You need to watch your mouth little boy, it could get you in trouble.

[Craig Jacobs become nose to nose with Anton Chase]

Craig Jacobs: Why don’t we settle this in the ring?

Anton Chase: Luckily for your kid I have a match tonight, and you’re booked tomorrow. I guess I have to kick your ass another time.

Craig Jacobs: Kick my ass? I’ll give you a fight you won’t believe.

Anton Chase: Maybe you should ask for the match then.

[With that being said Anton walks off with the camera looking at Craig Jacobs]

Craig Jacobs: Maybe I will.

[With that being said the scene fades to black]

[FGA Office]

Serena Raine vs. Anton Chase

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

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening. And it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... Now residing out of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada by way of Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada. Weighing in at 146 pounds... SERENA RAINE!

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

Clement: Serena Raine is desperately trying to get back on the winning track.

Grayson: What for? Sometimes, you're just not cut out. Not everyone can be Derek Jeter. Not everyone can be Tom Brady. And not everyone can rise to the top of FGA. She should take the hint and hit the bricks.

Clement: A little excessive, don't you think?

Grayson: Nope...

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

And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is the self-proclaimed “Wrestling God”... ANTON CHASE!

Clement: Anton Chase, the so-called "wrestling God," is slowly but surely trying to climb his way back up the ranks and get himself back in title contention.

Grayson: People may scoff at him when they hear his name. They may look down at him because of his record. And I'll admit, it's not the best. But not everything is based on numbers. That record could easily be switched around. And you know what I like the most about Chase? He keeps at it. He loses? So what? He doesn't whine. He doesn't complain. He gets up, dusts himself off and goes back at it. That's the heart of a champion. That's why he's a champion again elsewhere. And once he's able to stockpile the wins here in FGA, I have no doubt he'll be challenging for yet another championship...

The bell sounds as the two grapplers lock up. Chase quickly places her in a side headlock. But Raine shoves him off of her and into the ropes. When Chase comes back, he knocks her down with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Raine gets back up to her feet. When Chase comes back, Raine leap frogs over him. Chase continues to run into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Raine goes for a hip toss. But Chase blocks it and counters with a punch to the gut, doubling her over to boos from the crowd. Chase then delivers a suplex lift tossed into a double knee backbreaker to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a move that was by Chase! He just flung Raine in the air and watched as she crashed across his knees.

Grayson: Very few here have an offense that's more unique than Anton Chase...

Raine can be seen cringing in pain. But Chase doesn't let up. He yanks up Raine by her hair and whips her hard into the corner. As Raine stumbles out of the corner, Chase delivers a fireman's carry lift dropped into a double knee gutbuster. The crowd boos as Raine bounces off of his knees and curls up in pain.

Clement: And now a double knee to the gut! It's bad enough he nearly broke her back. Now he's trying to drive the wind right out of her...

Chase goes over, picks up Raine and delivers a knee strike to the midsection, doubling her over. After placing her in position, Chase delivers a pump handle suplex to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And Raine is just sent soaring across the ring by the Wrestling God...

After Raine tumbles across the ring, Chase steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flips off, connecting with a 450 Splash to boos and applause from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Chase lifts her head up to boos from the crowd. Chase looks over at the ref and wags his finger at him.

Clement: What is he doing!? He had the match won!

Grayson: He's not done yet...

Chase picks up Raine, kicks her in the midsection, lifts her upside down and then delivers the Chaos Theory to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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"Faint" plays to boos from the crowd.

Here is your winner, ANTON CHASE!

Chase stands victorious as the ref raises his arms to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Anton Chase picks up the win with an impressive showing against Serena Raine.

Grayson: You mean a dominating performance. And that right there, Kev? That's just a sign of things to come...

[FGA Office]

The scene fades in to Sean Sands backstage, unwrapping the tape around his wrists. At the bottom left of the screen it says "Above & Beyond II", letting the people viewing this that the segment is pre-recorded. Sean just has a smile on his face as he speaks.

Sean Sands: On May 25th, I defeated Ryan Big in my debut. Absolutely no big deal, right? Nobody cared enough to pay attention to me or think that I could be a legit contender for these titles. They just thought that I would fizzle out like the Motto or countless others who have come and gone through these doors. About three months later, I'm still here.

Sands points to the left of him as he looks at the camera.

Sean Sands: In front of the people of Baltimore, I defeated Johnny Blayze, Kevin Hardaway, and Chaths to become the next number one contender. To be able to take that cup home and be proud of what I've done in just about three months.

Sands then points to himself.

Sean Sands: Respect Is Earned in Toronto. That is where all of my hard work really is shown. Q retained tonight. That won't happen at Respect Is Earned.

The scene fades out to Sands nodding his head, looking right into the camera.

[FGA Office]

"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down.

Clement: Here he is! The new Pride Champion, Chris Bond!

Grayson: Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's great that he kept that belt here in FGA. Good for him and great for us. But if I were him, I'd be in the back prepping for Chaths.

Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond raises the Pride Championship belt before calling for a mic. After he's handed a mic, he begins to speak...

Bond: Thank you. Thank you...

(Bond motions for the audience to quiet down. But they're too busy chanting "BOND! BOND! BOND!" at the top of their lungs. Bond can't help but laugh as he takes it all in. Finally, the audience begins to die down, giving the new Pride Champion the chance to speak...)

Bond: It wasn't that long ago when I unsuccessfully challenged for the FGA Championship. And I didn't just lose once? I lost two times in a row.

(The crowd boos, remembered the two times he came up short against Chris Q.)

Bond: I questioned myself. I questioned why I was still doing this. I questioned if I had it in me to continue. But if Above & Beyond proved anything, it's that this old dog still has some tricks up hiss sleeve...

(The crowd cheers as Bond looks down. He smirks as he cradles his Pride Championship belt in his arm.)

Bond: I went into that 4 Corners Elimination Match to defend FGA's honor. I went into that match trying to right the wrongs of FRONTIER vs FGA 2. I wasn't about to allow Michael Hopkins and Andreas lasiewicz dominate us against like they did on August 18. And at the end of the night, it was pride that prevailed...

(The crowd cheers. The cheers are soon followed by an "FGA!" chant as Bond raises the Pride Championship in the air.)

Bond: So throughout all of this, I just wanted to say tha--

[Just as this whole segment was getting boring, John Bonham’s incredibly sexy drumming cuts in, before Jimmy Page, Robert Plant and John Paul Jones all join in to signify the arrival of The Man, The Myth, The Ratings Spike Himself…Johnny Karma, as he strolls onto the ramp with Cherry Baum by his side looking mighty fine in a New York Mets varsity jacket and pair of jeans, shaking his head at Chris Bond, as Cherry passes him a microphone]

Clement: What in the world are these two doing out here?

Grayson: They're about to inject some life back into this show. Geez, Kev, why didn't you tell me I was drooling all over myself as Bond was boring me to sleep?

Karma: My, my, my-oh-my, where do I begin?

[Karma looks over to Cherry, who shrugs]

Karma: There I was, hanging out backstage, when I heard this irritating, high-pitch sounds. At first I thought I was being harassed by a mosquito. Then I thought there was some bad feedback from the arena’s PA system. But then somebody told me what the problem was – Chris Bond is stood in the ring, demanding he have some cheese with his whine.

[Cherry applauds]

Karma: You see, whilst you kvetch in the ring, there is one thing and one thing only that you should be complaining about – the fact your understanding of the word “hypocrisy” is about as good as your knowledge of how to wrestle properly.

[Karma points at the Pride Championship in Bond’s possession]

Karma: That. Right there. You know what that’s called? It’s called the Pride Championship, and yet there’s nothing for you to be proud of. You could feel pride if you worked your way up the ladder to challenge for the title, but that’s not what happened. No, you got the title shot because somebody in the back felt sorry for you because the only thing you’ve been good for these last few months is helping Chris Q retain the FWA Title by beating you so often he probably comes round to your house every Thursday afternoon to beat you whilst you do your laundry, that’s how easy it is for him.

[Karma suddenly pauses]

Karma: And you know what else? Chris Q isn’t the only guy who beat you in the last few months, is he? Let me remind you of a match way back when, at a show in Ocean City back in May. Remember what happened then? Let me remind you – I made sure you looked at the ceiling for three seconds.

[Karma turns to an attractive woman in the front row of the crowd]

Karma: …but the next person who looked at the ceiling for me in Ocean City did it for a whole lot longer, if you know what I mean.

[Karma winks at the hot chick, then turns his attention back to Bond]

Karma: Given that I proved that not only am I the better wrestler than you, but also the better man, that means I should have been ahead of you in the queue for a title shot. But instead somebody in the office decided to throw you a bone because they felt sorry for you, probably because everyone backstage makes the international sign of the loser when your back is turned…

[Cherry puts her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead]

Karma: …so now we’re told that the proud competitor that we should all take pride in seeing him compete, is somebody who couldn’t get the job done on at least sixty three occasions. Yeah…no, sorry, I don’t buy that for a second. You’re no Pride Champion, you are the Shame Champion of Frontier Wrestling Arts and that shame will only get greater when you face Chaffs…Chats…Shats…whatever his name is, you will face him in a match that will bore the entire crowd to tears with the sheer banality of the poor wrestling you slap them in the face with, yet all the while a true contender, a champion that the FWA solar system can take pride in, the leader of the Karmic Pride is waiting in the wings and when the time comes, I will be taking that title and will restore pride to this company, because everyone knows that only a true superstar can shine up image of the title you’ve been dragging through the mud. And when I do, President Obama will declare a day of national celebration, as man, woman and child all come together to bask in the warm glow of the Pride Championship becoming the Karmic Championship.

(And with that, "When The Levee Breaks" blares through the building as Karma basks in his glory to boos from the crowd. Bond, at a shocking loss for words, just stares a hole through him.)

Clement: How disrespectful?

Grayson: Disrespectful? I didn't hear one lie at all.

Clement: This was supposed to be Bond's chance to thank the fans. And instead, Karma comes out here and ruins it all.

Grayson: As he should! Bond getting that title shot is the biggest farce I've ever seen. He didn't deserve that shot. All he deserved was a kick in the pants. But instead, he guilt trips the matchmakers into giving him that undeserved opportunity; an opportunity that should have gone to the Karmic Lion... the Iron King! But it's okay. It's all good. Johnny Karma just called his shot. And whether it be Bond or even Chaths, Johnny Karma is coming for that championship and he's coming to collect.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Jason Marx

The lights dim to darkness, an eerie tune begins to play as if it’s cuing up for something. Suddenly drums kick in with the distorted sounds. The lights flash along with the sounds of the heart pounding drums. “They Are Lost” by Last Remaining Pinnacle starts to play. Jimmy Page with a controlled stagger bursts through the curtains with his arms out. He raises his head as the camera zooms in on his face, a stoic expression is shown with him chewing frantically on a piece of gum. Dressed in his ring attire with a black, denim vest, he makes his way down towards the ring. He marches towards the front of the ring, take a running start and slides onto the apron, stopping in the middle. A spotlight hits him as he glares around, almost in a scowl.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan... Weighing in at 230 pounds.... He is “The King of the F'N World”..... JIMMY PAGE!

He takes his time, talking to the crowd for a moment, mocking them. He stands up on the apron, and then makes his way to the apron on his left. He stands on it talking to the crowd so more, shouting at them, he spits his gum out towards them and leaps down. Taking his denim jacket off, he throws it recklessly towards the ground. He walks to his corner and sits down on the middle turnbuckle, his right hand resting on his cheek nonchalantly as he awaits the bell.

Clement: Jimmy Page, who is probably one of the most miserable people I've seen in years, will take on one half of The Usual Suspects.

Grayson: Miserable? How about you say it a little louder so he can hear you. There's nothing wrong with Page. He can say and act however he wants. All that matters is what he does in the ring. And so far, he's yielded nothing but results.

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

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

Jason Marx steps out from the entrance and stands in front of the smoked out curtains. He stares out into a sea of fans before making his way down the aisle. He then hops up onto the ring apron and enters through the ropes.

Cruz: And his opponent, representing The Usual Suspects... JASON MARX!

Clement: Jason Marx, the wiser half of The Usual Suspects, will have his first singles bout in nearly a decade. Despite The Suspects suffering their first loss in FGA at "Above & Beyond II," things have not been great in recent weeks between the master and his apprentice.

Grayson: Yeah, it's because Chris Tryon thinks his you-know-what doesn't stink. What is that kid's problem, anyway? I understand that he doesn't want to listen to a "crotchety old man." But that "old man" nearly lead you to those Mid-Atlantic Tag Titles. Marx knows what he's doing...

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. Page doesn't look remotely impressed with Marx, so he shows his lack of respect by shoving Marx back to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Page just showed Marx a complete lack of respect. Why doesn't he just spit in his face while he's at it?

Grayson: Don't give him any ideas. You know he'll do it!

But the boos turn to cheers as Marx comes back and shoves him to the crowd. Marx barks at Page to get up while Page runs his hand through his hair.

Grayson: What the heck was that? He just shoved down page!

Clement: Turnabout is fair play, Evan...

Page pulls himself up using the ropes. He then turns and kicks the bottom rope before circling the ring. The two men inch towards each other and motion for a lock up. But Page goes for a double chop to the throat to boos from the crowd. He then nails Marx with a straight right to the jaw, sending the vet stumbling into the corner. Page marches across the ring and nails Marx with a knife-edge chop. He then pulls his arm back and throws out another hard knife-edge chop. After sizing up Marx, Page lets out another blistering chop; the crowd boos. Page then takes Marx and whips him into the opposite corner. But as Page runs across the ring, Marx comes from out of the corner and knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd.

As Page gets up, Marx runs over, delivers a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. Marx unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts before delivering a series of clubbing shots to the back. The crowd cheers. Marx then takes Page and whips him into the opposite corner. Marx runs across the ring, but he runs right into a boot to the face from Page. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Marx ran into that corner full speed ahead. But all he got for his trouble was a mouthful of leather.

Clement: Indeed he did. And conspicuous by his absence is Chris Tryon. I know he's got a singles match of his own later. But you think he'd be out here supporting his tag partner.

As Marx turns and stumbles away from the corner, Page runs up from behind and knocks him down with a running big boot to the back of the head. The crowd boos as Page drops turn, pulls Marx over and makes the cover.

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Marx kicks out.

Page picks him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. He sizes Marx up before delivering a knee drop. Page gets up and delivers a quick elbow drop before making the cover.

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Marx kicks out.

Page picks up Marx and whips him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Page throws out a clothesline, but Marx ducks. When Page turns around, Marx pops him with a right hand; the crowd cheers. Marx then nails Page with another right hand... and another... and another. He then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Marx into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Page goes for another running big boot. But Marx blocks the move and counters with a capture suplex. Cheers and applause can be heard from the crowd...

Clement: What a suplex by Marx! He may put him away early...

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Page kicks out.

Marx picks him up and nails him with a right hand, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Marx approaches, Page delivers an elbow strike that stops him in his tracks. The crowd boos. He then nails Marx with a forearm strike, followed by another elbow strike. The crowd boos. Page delivers another forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. While Marx is dazed, Page runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, Marx throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to cheers from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Marx picks up Page, turns him around and goes for a German Suplex. But Page blocks the move. So Marx goes for another German. But again, Page blocks the move. He then delivers three elbows to the face, breaking the hold to boos from the crowd. Page then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Marx goes for a back body drop. But Page slips down from behind, delivers an atomic drop and then follows up with a half nelson suplex to boos from the crowd....

Grayson: Page with a great suplex of his own.

Clement: That be enough...

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Marx gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Marx and nails him with another right cross to the jaw, sending him stumbling into the corner. After Page heads over to Marx, he mudhole stomps the veteran down in the corner. The crowd boos. Page then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. After dragging Marx from out of the corner, Page makes the cover.

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Marx gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Marx won't stay down. Be it by himself or in tag action, Marx is a hard man to keep down.

Page picks up Marx, only to kick him in the gut. While Marx is doubled over, Page hooks both of his arms, setting him up for a double underhook suplex. But Marx counters with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Marx then drops down on all fours.

Grayson: He's gassed, Kev! He's got nothing left!

Clement: Both of these men are down; Page on his back, Marx on all fours. Who will be the first to get back to their feet?

Both men get back up to their feet. Page throws a right hand, but Marx blocks and counters with one of his own. He then kicks Page in the midsection before sending him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Marx throws him down with a big back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Page gets up, but Marx knocks him down with a running clothesline. Page gets back up, but Marx knocks him back down with another running clothesline to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Jason Marx is back in the driver's seat!

Grayson: He's feeling it now, Kev...

As Page gets back, Marx grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Marx throws him down with a head and arm suplex. The crowd cheers. As Marx heads over and picks up Page, Page swats his arms away before connecting with the Aneurysm, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: POW, right in the kisser!

Clement: He may have just knocked Marx out with that kick...

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Marx gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Page picks up Marx and whips him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Page goes for a lariat. But Marx ducks underneath, hooks Page's arms from behind and delivers a bridging full nelson suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Page kicks out to boos from the crowd.

Clement: I thought Marx was going to have him there.

Grayson: Likewise...

Marx picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Marx bends over to set up a back body drop. But Page stops and counters with The Paralyzing to boos from the crowd. Marx can be seen clutching his neck in pain.

Grayson: That's gotta hurt, Kev.

Clement: Page just delivered a neckbreaker right across the knee. And Marx looks to be in bad shape.

Grayson: He could really go for a tag. But this isn't a tag match!

Page then crouches down behind Marx and waits impatiently to get up. As Marx slowly gets up on his knees, Page darts over and blasts him in the back of the head with Trauma Symphony to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What I knee!

Grayson: Night night, Marx...

Page picks up Marx, grabs him by the head with both hands and drives him down with Nirvana. The crowd boos as he turns Marx over and makes the cover.

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“They Are Lost” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE!

Page gets up as the ref raises his arm to boos from the crowd.

Clement: A valiant effort there by the tag specialist, Jason Marx. But that neckbreaker across the knee was the beginning of the end. And it was all Page from there.

Grayson: Page once again picks up the victory. How many is that now? I can't remember. It doesn't matter. All that matters is the result. And thus far, when your name is matched up against Page's, you mind as well just prep for the loss...

[FGA Office]

Recorded during the Page/Marx Match…

(The scene opens in the parking lot of the Ohio Expo Center; a car pulls into an open space before we hear the engine turn off. After a few moments Chris Tryon steps out of the driver’s side as Tiffany Lawrence Michaels steps out from the passenger’s side. Both are dressed casually.)

Tiffany: So Dom spent the whole weekend in jail?

Tryon: I hear he didn’t get released until Monday morning. I just wish I could’ve seen him in there.

Tiffany: That’s amazing. Who knew it would work so well?

Tryon: Not as well as I’d have liked … they didn’t strip The Murder of the tag titles.

Tiffany: Don’t worry, Chrissy, you and Jason can win them next time…

(As they pass under one of the streetlights illuminating the parking area, it switches off. Then the ones either side switch off, and the ones next to them, until Chris and Tiffany find themselves in the dusky light. She looks frightened, her body tense, her mouth agape as she looks around with a sense of impending doom. Chris steps in front of her, a look of panic in his eyes as three figures descend from the shadows.)

Tiffany: CHRIS!

(One of the figures grabs Tiffany by the arms, holding her back as the other two, Harter and Pooler swoop in, clubbing and kicking Chris Tryon as he valiantly tries to fight them off.)

Malcolm Drake: No, no, no…watch. You have to watch.

(Drake says as he holds Tiffany’s head steady, fixing her gaze on the sight as Harter and Pooler manage to overwhelm Tryon, stomping him as he’s curled up in the fetal position, shielding his head. Harter delivers a swift soccer kick to the spine, causing Tryon to howl in pain and break the fetal position as Pooler drops to his knees, raining blows down across Tryon’s head and face.)

Tiffany: STOP! JUST STOP!

(Harter grabs Tryon by the hair and literally drags him back to his feet, holding him there for a second as Dom sneers before spitting in the face of Chris Tryon. He tries to wipe the spit from his face but before he can Harter has hurled him into the nearest car, sending Tryon crashing shoulder first into the door of a nearby Toyota. Pooler, once again, lays into the fallen foe with a series of stomps as Harter looks towards Drake. The two of them nod to each other as Dom disappears for a moment. Pooler drags Tryon back to his feet and holds him up.)

Tiffany: STOP!

(She screams, weeping as Drake makes sure she’s watching closely. Harter returns with a black baseball bat in his hands and a sick smirk on his face. Tryon looks up and sees what Dom has in his hands and goes to scream, but Harter swings the bat up into the midsection of Tryon. Pooler keeps him standing, however.)

Malcolm Drake: Again.

(Tryon splutters as Harter rears back and drives the end of the bat into his foe’s stomach. This time Pooler releases his grip, allowing Tryon to fall down. Pooler takes a step back as Harter drops down and sits across the chest of Tryon, grabbing him by the hair as he wails on him, rights and lefts being thrown wildly as Harter unleashes his anger. Tryon tries to shield his face, but Harter is relentless as he batters the man that got him suspended. Finally, Dom stops swinging and stands up, panting in exhaustion as he glares down at the prone body of Chris Tryon. Then up at the nearby Toyota. He grabs Tryon by the shirt collar and drags him across the tarmac to the car, rolling him onto the hood before climbing up after him. Dom lifts Chris up so that he’s doubled over before grabbing him by the waistband of his pants–)

“STOP!”

“PUT HIM DOWN!”

(The voices of security and backstage staff are heard as Harter quickly executes a pulling piledriver, dropping Tryon head first across the hood of the car. He quickly scampers, laughing to himself as he disappears into the growing darkness; Pooler and Drake intercept the security guards as Tiffany runs to where her boyfriend is sprawled out across the hood, battered, bruised and unconscious.)

[FGA Office]

Shoot Kings vs. Ward 6

The lights dim throughout the arena, with only a pair of voices heard through the PA from behind the curtain.

"Put it down, Madman! You keep messin' around with that thing, and you're gonna..."

Suddenly, a gun shot is heard. Police sirens are heard in the same PA getting slowly louder.

"Sorry, sorry..."

The lights briefly cut to complete black.

"SHOOT'S ON!"

After the Shoot Kings' yell, the sirens are drowned out by the opening guitar riffs of Alexisonfire's "Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins". Stepping through the entryway first are both Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson. Behind them is Brydon Talinsdale in his trademark Shoot Kings Polo shirt. Both stop shortly after exiting the entryway, looking out towards the ring. They face each other, but are looking out towards the ring. They both make motions of a handgun with the hand closest to the ring, before both running towards the ringside area. Both men make it to the ringside area, both sliding into the ring under the bottom rope in tandem. Graham quickly slides himself around in a way to stop in a sitting motion, Madman keeping the slide going on his stomach.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Brydon Talinsdale. Weighing in at a combined weight of 396 pounds. They are the team of Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson... the SHOOT KINGS!

Both Madman and Graham pop up from their respective slides, Madman immediately going for a nearby turnbuckle and jumping onto the second rope. Graham does the same thing, going to the opposite corner. Madman begins his trademark button-mashing-on-an-invisible-controller motion, while Graham extends both hands out like handguns. Both men then backflip from their respective corners, Graham pointing out towards the fans as they do so. Graham begins to stretch his arms out with the ropes, Madman squatting down in their respective corner. Graham takes off his Shoot Kings t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd.

Clement: Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson, the Shoot Kings, make their FGA in-ring debuts tonight.

Grayson: It was quite a big deal when these two put the pen to the paper and signed with FGA. While they have yet to achieve tag team championship gold, that could very well change in the coming months.

As Drowning Pool’s “One Finger and a Fist” blares over the PA, Ward 6 members Nathan von Liebert and Porky step through the entrance. Porky makes his way down to the ring quickly, mouthing off to the fans, while Nathan’s pace is much slower.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 507 pounds. They are the team of Nathan von Liebert and Porky.... WARD 6!

Porky rolls under the bottom rope as soon as he reaches the ring, but Nathan moves around the ring until he comes upon the first child on the front row. Looking down at the child, he holds his red fist high to the ceiling, a chilling scream filling the PA as soon as he does. With that complete, NvL would then enter the ring himself.

Clement: And here comes yet another newly signed tag team, Ward 6!

Grayson: These two men are as tough as they come. Heck, just last night, it was Nathan von Liebert who compete in a "Fans Bring The Weapons" Steel Cage Match for another promotion. Can you believe that? And here both of them are, after they each competed last night, to take on another tough duo in the Shoot Kings. These guys have some guts on them...

The bell sounds as Madman and NvL start things off. They circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, NvL uses moves Madman into the corner. As he presses Madman against the corner, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a clean break. After stepping from out of the corner, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Madman places him in a side headlock. NvL tries to shove Madman off of him, but Madman has the hold on tight. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks NvL if he wants to give up. But NvL refuses to quit. He then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Madman reaches back, grabs him by the head and brings him down with a snapmare takeover.

Clement: Nice escape there by the blue masked man...

As NvL gets up and turns around, Madman goes for a running lariat. But NvL ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, NvL goes for a back body drop. But Madman slips down from behind. He then spins NvL around, delivers an arm wringer and follows up with a fireman's carry takeover to cheers from the crowd. He quickly transitions into a shoulder lock.

Clement: And a nice takedown there by Szalinski. What do you think these two teams have to do to win here tonight?

Grayson: Don't get caught up in the moment. This match is a big deal, though. The tag division is stacked here in FGA. And there are a bunch of teams that want to challenge The Murder for those Mid-Atlantic Tag straps. But they can't overdue it tonight. They want to impress, but they shouldn't overdue it. If they stay within themselves and stick to the gameplan, they should be fine...

The ref asks NvL if he wants to give up. But NvL refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he moves Madman into the ropes. Porky reaches over and makes the blind tag. NvL then shoves Madman off of him and into the ropes. When Madman comes back, NvL bends over to set up a back body drop. Madman hurdles over him. But he gets knocks down in mid air by a running shoulderblock from Porky. The crowd boos as Ward 6 proceeds to put the boots to Madman. Graham can be heard yelling at the ref on the apron to break it up.

Clement: Szalinski looked like a running back trying to hop into the end zone there.

Graham: Yeah, and Porky just sent him back to the ground with force.

As NvL heads out onto the apron, Porky picks up Madman and whips him into the corner. Porky charges into the corner and goes for a running corner splash. But Madman moves out of the way, causing Porky to connect with nothing but turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd. When he turns Porky around, he nails him with an open hand palm strike, followed by a European Uppercut. He then brings Porky from out of the corner, tags in Graham and whips Porky into the ropes. When Porky comes back, the Shoot Kings throw him down with a double hip toss to cheers from the crowd. Graham then runs over and delivers a standing shooting star press to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What an acrobatic move that was by Clauson! He may have it here early...

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NvL breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back. The crowd boos.

After NvL heads to the outside, Graham picks up Porky and whips him into the ropes. When Porky comes back, Graham bends over to set up a back body drop. But Porky grabs him by the head and throws him down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as Graham grabs the back of his head in pain. Porky then backs up and bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping body splash to boos from the crowd...

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Madman breaks up the pin with a stomp of his own. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as NvL gets in and pushes Madman. Madman tries to go after NvL, but the ref is holding him back.

Clement: And all hell may have just broken loose in this one...

Grayson: Good! I like it!

While the ref demands that Madman goes back to the corner, Ward 6 pick up Graham and whip him hard into the corner. Porky runs over and connects with a corner splash, followed by a NvL who hits a corner splash of his own. The crowd continues to boo as Ward 6 mudhole stomp Graham down in the corner. Madman is irate, yelling at the ref to turn around. But the ref will have none of it as he continues to get Madman to head out onto the apron.

Clement: Come on, ref, turn around!

Grayson: Madman is trying to fight for his partner. But he's inadvertently helping Ward 6 continue the double team. Swallow your pride and just go back to your corner..

As Madman reluctantly heads out, NvL slaps his hands together loudly. Once the ref hears this and turns around, he sees Porky stepping out onto the apron.

Clement: What a nice trick by Ward 6. I think I like these two already...

NvL picks up Graham and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As NvL approaches, Graham begins to throw out a series of knife edge chops to cheers from the crowd. He then runs back into the ropes. When Graham comes back, NvL turns him inside out with a lariat. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Graham gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Graham almost lost his heard there.

Grayson: I'm shocked he didn't. It sounded like someone took a baseball bat to a bag of sand.

NvL picks up Graham and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, NvL goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Graham counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. NvL gets up, but Graham knocks him down with a dropkick. NvL gets back up, but Graham knocks him back down with another dropkick. The crowd cheers. As NvL gets back up, Graham goes for a thrid dropkick. But NvL side steps, swats him down and follows up with a jumping elbow drop to the back. The crowd boos as he turns Graham over and makes the cover.

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Graham gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: It looked like Graham was building up some momentum. But Liebert yanked the rug right out from under him.

Grayson: He went to the well one too many times with those dropkicks...

NvL picks up Graham and goes for a vertical suplex, but Graham blocks it. So NvL tightens his grip and goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Graham blocks the move. So NvL lets go and delivers a knee strike. While Graham is doubled over, NvL heads over and tags in Porky. When Porky gets in, Ward 6 delivers a double suplex to boos from the crowd. Porky turns over and makes the cover.

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Madman breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Another timely save by Szalinski...

As Madman heads back out to the apron, Porky picks up Graham and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Porky bends over to set up a back body drop. But Graham dives over him and tries to pull him down with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Porky swings his arms wildly. He tries his hardest to regain his balance. Once he does, he goes for a jumping sitdown senton splash. But Graham moves out of the way, causing Porky to sit & cringe in pain to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: OH! That's gotta hurt!

Clement: It certainly looks like it does. And Graham may have just found his opening...

Graham then gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with the Ra's al Ghul to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Porky gets his shoulder up.

Graham picks up Porky, brings him into the Shoot Kings corner and tags in Madman. The crowd cheers as the Shoot Kings take Porky and whip him into the ropes. When Porky comes back, they connect with a double front dropkick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Shoot Kings with the knockdown! This could be it...

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Porky gets his shoulder up.

After picking up Porky, Madman sizes him up before throwing a European Uppercut. But Porky counters by hooking his arms behind him. He tries to bring Madman down with a backslide pin to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Graham gets in and nails Porky with a savate kick.

Clement: What a kick.

Graham: I think the people outside heard that kick...

Madman then turns around, grabs Porky and delivers a release northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up and tags in Graham. Graham then springboards onto the top rope and flips down, connecting with an imploding senton to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a move by Graham Clauson!

Graham holds his back in pain before turning over and making the cover.

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NvL picks up Graham, runs over and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos...

Clement: Oh come on!

Grayson: What? Madman can break up pins all day but Nathan can't?

… but the boos turn to cheers as Madman spins NvL around and smacks him with a series of open hand palm strikes. He then takes NvL and whips him into the ropes. But NvL quickly grabs and hangs on to the ropes. Madman tries to charge at him, but he gets blindsided with an STO from Porky. The crowd boos.

Grayson: And again, Porky comes from out of nowhere and takes down Madman!

As Graham gets up and turns around on the outside, NvL charges forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks him down with a suicide dive. The crowd boos.

Clement: Liebert nearly knocked all the hair out of Graham with that dive!

Back in the ring, Porky picks up Madman.... only to send him over the top rope and to the floor with a lariat. The crowd boos.

On the outside, NvL picks up Graham, slams his head onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Ward 6 picks up Graham and whip him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Ward 6 goes for a double clothesline. But Graham ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he jumps up and knocks both men down with a clothesline of his own. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Graham with a takedown! He knocks both men down with a clothesline!

As both members of Ward 6 get up, Graham nails them with right hands. He turns and nails NvL with a right hand. He turns and nails Porky with a right hand. He then turns and nails NvL with a knife-edge chop. He then turns to Porky and goes for another savate kick. But Porky catches his foot. He then swings Graham's leg over to NvL, who catches it before throwing him down with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd boos.

Grayson: Nice teamwork by Ward 6!

NvL then picks up Graham and throws him down with an assisted gutwrench powerbomb. The crowd boos as Porky makes the cover.

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Graham gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Ward 6 can't believe it!

Grayson: I can't believe it either, Porky!

Porky picks up Graham and places him in a bearhug. The crowd boos as Graham can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Graham refuses to quit. So Porky squeezes tighter, causing Graham to let out a groan.

Clement: The longer Graham stays in the hold, the harder it is to breathe.

Clement: Especially when you have a man the size of Porky who could break his ribs with a bit more pressure...

Madman can be seen leading the crowd in a “LET'S GO, GRAHAM!” chant. He also slaps the top turnbuckle, trying to do whatever he can to will his partner. The ref checks on Graham and asks him if he wants to give up. But Graham doesn't answer. So the ref asks him again. But still, no answer. So the ref raises his arm once. It falls down to boos from the crowd. NvL can be seen on the apron smirking. The ref raises Graham's arm again. It falls down to a collective sigh from the crowd. Meanwhile, Madman can be heard shouting words of encouragement towards Graham.

Clement: Does Graham have anything left?

Grayson: We're about to find out...

The ref raises his arm a third time. It begins to fall... and then stops to cheers from the crowd. Porky shakes his head in disbelief as Graham begins shaking his fist to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Aw yeah! Graham has got some fight left in him!

Graham then reaches back and punches Porky in the face. He then nails Porky with another punch.... and another.... and another. Graham then brings his arms as far back as he can. He then slaps the hell out of Porky's ears with a bell clap, breaking the hold. While Porky is doubled over in pain, Graham grabs him from the side and brings him down with the Lightning Special to cheers from the crowd. While both men are down, the ref starts his count...

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

Both men lay on their backs. Graham reaches up in the air. He then slowly turns over...

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

Porky turns over onto his knees. He begins to crawl over towards the Ward 6 corner as NvL waves him on. Meanwhile, Graham can be seen clawing his way over towards the Shoot Kings corner.

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

Both men continue to make their crawl as their partners wait impatiently to be tagged in.

Ref: …........ EIGHT.......

Porky gets to his feet, stumbles over and tags in NvL to boos from the crowd...

Ref: ….......... NINE..........

Graham reaches up and tags in Madman to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And the crowd is wid as Madman is back in!

NvL and Madman get in the ring and race towards the center of the ring. NvL throws out a lariat, but Madman ducks. When NvL turns around, Madman knocks him down with a lariat of his own. The crowd cheers. NvL gets back up, but Madman sends him back down with another lariat. The crowd cheers. As NvL gets up, Madman delivers right and left open hand palm strikes before knocking him down with a spinning backfist. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Down goes Liebert!

Porky gets in and goes for a clothesline, but Madman ducks. When Porky turns around, Madman knocks him down with a running bionic elbow to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Down goes Porky!

Grayson: He's feeling it now, Kev...

Madman takes Porky and whips him into the corner. He then grabs NvL and whips him into Porky. The crowd cheers. Madman runs across the ring and goes for a running lariat. But NvL moves out of the way, causing Porky to take the attack. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as NvL quickly grabs Madman from behind, brings him towards the center of the ring, lifts him up and throws him down with a Straight Jacket Drop. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Graham breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Graham with the timely save!

Graham picks up NvL as Madman climbs up to the middle rope. After Graham lifts up NvL, Madman leaps off, resulting in the Shoot Kings delivering 30 Lives is Not Enough to cheers from the crowd. The Shoot Kings then lift up NvL before delivering Super Shoot's On II: Turbo HD Remix to cheers and applause. Madman makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, the SHOOT KINGS!

Clement: And The Shoo.. what in the?

The tune of "Rockit" by Herbie Hancock hits the arena speakers as both Shoot Kings, as well as the crowd, turn their attention to the entrance way.

Grayson: Not these two clowns again...

Out from the curtains steps the Super Mario Wrestling Bros to cheers from the crowd. A camera switch shows Graham and Brydon with their hands on their hips. Meanwhile, Madman Szalinski leans his forearms across the top rope. A visible smirk can be seen on his face. But not one of arrogance. But one that says "it's about time you guys showed up!"

Clement: The Bros are back!

Player 1: Well hello to you, too, FGA!

(The crowd cheers)

Player 1: It's been a long time. We shouldn't have left you. But here we are, back again. And we are here to rock!

Grayson: Someone get these two goofs out of here. And tell them the arcade is about five blocks down that way. They clearly missed their stop...

Player 2: A couple months ago, we got knocked out in the first round of the Dynamic Duos Tag Tournament by The Usual Suspects. We're not complaining. They did what they had to do. But know this - it will not happen again.

(The crowd cheers)

Player 2: Just like you two, we're here to right the wrongs of this industry and this company. We're here to fight the good fight. But before we pick a fight with The Murders and the Bloodbath & Beyonds of the world, we have a bone to pick with the two of you.

(The crowd goes "ooooooooh" before beginning to speculate among themselves.)

Grayson: Uh oh...

Clement: This doesn't sound too good...

Player 1: We heard the both of you, specifically you Madman, a couple of months back. We've seen the tweets. We've heard your radio interviews. It seems to me like you two want a piece of us. Well it's funny that you two made your FGA in-ring debuts tonight. Because you're also looking at the latest FGA tag team. The ink may not be dry on the contracts, but you can count on the Super Mario Wrestling Bros being apart of FGA from here on out.

(The crowd cheers)

Clement: Alright!

Grayson: Good grief...

Player 1: Madman. Graham. We respect you guys. In some ways, you're a lot like us. Both you guys have to know something. Only one of us is going to get one step closer to those Mid-Atlantic Tag Titles. And it's not the guy with the beard or the guy with the mask. It's the Red 'n Green Machine!

Crowd: RED 'N GREEN! RED 'N GREEN! RED 'N GREEN! ...

Player 2: You two wanted us so bad? Well be careful what you wish for because you just got it. We'll see you two soon. Real soon!

"Rockit" plays as the SMWB raise their arms to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, the Shoot Kings look on, giving each other a knowing nod

Clement: I said the tag division keeps growing by the day. And the proof is in the pudding. The Super Mario Wrestling Bros have joined the mix. And they want the Shoot Kings.

Grayson: After the match those two just put on, I have to question why anyone would want to get in the rign with the Shoot Kings or even ward 6, for that matter...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

The sound of a wolf howling through out the arena can be heard as the lights go out. The lights then begin to flash red, white, and blue as Richards appears from behind the curtain. He looks out over the crowd pumping them up as he makes his way to the ring holding is hand out. The crowd slaps it as he makes his way around the ring stopping at the corner he stands on a chair once again hyping up the crowd. He jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes...

Richards: I know I don't have a match until tomorrow night with Chris Q

(The crowd boos as the mention of the Big Bad)

Richards: But there are a couple of things that I need to get off my chest...

I don't like what is going on here in FGA. I don't like what's happened over the last several months. But I really don't like what's happened over the last two weeks. On August 18, FRONTIER dominated FGA during the joint show.

(The crowd boos over the reminder of FGA's poor performance.)

Richards: The Murder continues their reign of terror.

(The crowd boos. A small section start up a "Murder Sucks" chant.)

Richards: Wayne Carruthers is turning his back on the people. Kevin Hardaway has left. And with Bloodbath & Beyond being the ones behind Justice Young's disappearance... not to mention that Chris Q still has a stranglehold on the FGA Heavyweight Championship... it appears to me that evil is running rampant here in FGA. And it seems to me that if people aren't giving in to evil, then they're giving up the fight and leaving.

(The crowd boos as Richards shakes his head in disappointment.)

Richards: But let me say this. This Strong Style Wolf? he isn't going ANYWHERE!

(The crowd cheers. A mall section starts up a "JASON!" chant.)

Richards: I'm not going to give up the fight. People like me, and Chris Bond and Sean Sands will continue to stand up and fight for these people and for this company's pride and it's honor! And I will not stop until I put an end to the evil that has poisoned this company!

(The crowd cheers. Richards then leads them in an FGA! chant. But the chant is cut off as “Wrath of God” by PostHaste Music begins to play and out from the back steps Bloodbath & Beyond - Johnny Blayze wearing a black hooded jacket and dark jeans with black boots while Chaths is in his ring gear. The crowd boos them loudly as Blayze pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and begins to speak.)

Blayze: Look at little Jason Richards trying to puff his chest out and act like the savior of this company. It's really nice to see someone stand up for a cause...

Too bad it's the wrong one.

Jason...you can speak all you want about how this company is going the way of the darkside because nothing is going to change. Bloodbath & Beyond WILL continue to rise. People WILL continue to become believers in our cause.

(He sneers for a moment at the rude fans before the sneer turns to a smirk and he continues to speak)

Blayze: You can boo me all you want but the conversion will happen either willingly...

(He looks at Chaths)

Blayze: Or by force.

Even YOU, Jason Richards, will have to make the choice sooner or later. Hell, you may have already made it and not even realized it.

(Richards kicks the bottom rope in anger. He motions for them to bring it on.)

Blayze: Back in Monroe, New Jersey...at the great war between FGA and FRONTIER...I saw...the fire burn in your eyes as you allowed the Beast to slip its bonds. You felt the fury build in you like a crescendo as the darkness swallowed you whole. We heard the roar of your potential being realized as you gave in to the blood-lust and struck out with all the anger...all the hatred...all the frustration. You did what society tells you is wrong. You gave in to those parts of you that send lesser men to therapy.

Those parts that send greater men to prison.

(Blayze's lips curl into an ever-so-slight smirk.)

Blayze: How does it feel, dear Jason Richards? To finally admit to who you truly are and how you truly FEEL?

(Richards can be seen mouthing something out at Blayze.)

Blayze: Now now...it's ok to be scared. It's ok to regret the choices we make in life. You're clearly fearing the affect that The Beast raging inside of your soul has upon you. Fearing that the conflagration that your burning rage has set within you will consume you.

Your reaction is simply part of the natural order. Your fear, your anger, your envy, your hatred...these things are gifts...gifts that you finally saw fit to embrace. We are here now simply to prevent others from removing you from the crucible for long enough for your gifts to present themselves to you...and then we encouraged you to bring them to their fruition. You've taken an important first step, Jason...but you have a longer journey ahead of you...a journey that we will see through to it's inevitable conclusion.

(Blayze quickly drops the mic as Bloodbath & Beyond charge the ring. As they both slide in, Richards goes over and stomps away on Chaths to cheers from the crowd. But as he turns to Blayze, Blayze brings him to the mat with a double leg takedown. The crowd boos as Blayze mounts himself on top of Richards and hammers away with right hands to the face. He then gets off of Richards and allows Chaths to join in the fun.)

Clement: Someone has to come out here and stop this. It's two on one. It's not fair!

Grayson: Neither is life. No one is coming out to save Richards. He should have just kept his mouth shut...

Chaths procceds to stomp the hell out of Richards to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Richards and whips him into the corner. Chaths runs across the ring, But Richards sends him over the top rope and to the floor with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Richards just sent Chaths flying to the outside!

Blaye runs over at Richards, but Richards connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then drops to his knees to cheers from the crowd. Richards raises his fist in the air to cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Blayze reaches up and delivers a low blow.

Grayson: And that's what he gets for playing up to these fans. What was he thinking?

But the boos turn back to cheers a tattered, torn and bruised Justice Young approaches the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Grayson: Is that... is that Justice?

Clement: It is! It's Justice Young! He's free from Blayze's clutches!

Blayze turns and sees his former captive approaching the ring. He stops in shock. Justice slowly climbs up onto the apron and then enters the ring.

Grayson: Come on, Justice. We're all glad you're okay. But don't do this. Don't throw your career away over this...

Blayze drops to his knees and begs Justice not to hit him. He pleads his case. He begs Justice and tells him that he's sorroy. But Justice is having none of it. He cocks the chair back and swings...

Clement: Do it, Justice! Do it for all of us!

....only to stop, turn and clock Richards in the hell with the chair.

Clement & Grayson: WHAT IN THE HELL!?!?

The crowd goes silent as Justice drops the chair. He stands, shivering in anger as he stares down at Richards. The boos start off low, then increasing get louder as Blayze rises to his feet.

Clement: Oh no....

A sadistic smirk is plastered on his face as he goes over and embraces Justice Young.

Clement: AW NO! NO! NO!

Grayson: Tell me this isn't happening...

The crowd continues to boo as Bloodbath & Beyond take turn whacking Richards with the chair. Chaths nails him repeatedly in the back with the chair. Blayze then kicks Richards over onto his back, takes the chair and repeatedly drives the top of the seat of the chair into Richards' throat. Blayze then tosses the chair down as Chaths heads into the corner. Blayze then takes Richards and holds him upside down.

Grayson: I don't even know what to say. Justice, what are you doing? Come on!

Ater Chaths springboards to the top rope. He then leaps off, resulting in Bloodbath & Beyond delivering a spike piledriver onto the chair. The crowd boos as Richards lays out cold. Justice walks over, grabs both Blayze & Chaths by their wrists.... and raises their arms to boos from the crowd...

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Clement: I cannot believe what I've just seen. Our colleague... our friend, Justice Young, is gone. And he is gone at the hands of that nutjob, Johnny Blayze. I don't even recognize that man anymore.

Grayson: Neither do I, Kev. Neither do I....

[FGA Office]

Born to wrestle.

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Bred to win.

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The Burke Legacy Lives On...

Max Burke, coming soon to Frontier Grappling Arts...

[FGA Office]

Bob Pooler vs. Chris Tryon

Clement: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid that our next match will not be taking place. Chris Tryon was the victim of a vicious assault at the hands of the Murder earlier tonight.

Grayson: It was only a matter of time Kevin. That kid is never going to learn his lesson. He kept egging Dom Harter on and it looks like the Tenacious Little Bastard got the last laugh.

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

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

(Chris Tryon steps out from the entrance battered and bloodied. He has one arm draped around Tiffany Lawrence Michaels as she’s assisting him during his walk down the aisle.)

Clement: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m not really sure what’s going on. We were told the Bob Pooler – Chris Tryon match had been axed.

(The two pause at the base of the ring apron. Tryon struggles to grab the bottom rope attempting to pull himself up. Tiffany begins pushing from behind.)

Grayson: This is pathetic, why are they even allowing him out here?

(The two members of the Suspects are now in the ring. Tryon is holding himself up by leaning on one of the corners of the ring. Tiffany receives a mic from the sound crew and hands it over.)

Tryon: POOLER!!!! POOLER!!! I know you’re back there.

Grayson: This kid may have just signed his own death warrant Kevin.

Tryon: These fans paid to watch Chris Tryon have a match tonight. I REFUSE to let them go home disappointed. Get your ASS out here and let’s finish this!!!

(The audience gives Tryon a mixed reaction, which is a first in FGA. Half of the audience sees his determination as courageous while the other doesn’t seem to be buying it.)

Clement: Are some of these fans actually cheering for Chris Tryon?

Grayson: They’re idiots, Kevin – either that, or they want to see him ended here tonight.

("Man In The Box" hits the PA system and the crowd rains down a chorus of boo's as Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler appear. Neither man looks particularly pleased.)

Clement: Uh-oh.

(Drake, holding a microphone, lifts it to his lips to speak.)

Drake: Apparently you don't have the common decency to stay DEAD. But we'll oblige your deathwish.

(Pooler and Drake approach the ring and begin flanking it. As the two members of the Murder begin moving towards their hapless victim, "F#$k Tha Police" by dope starts playing again as Jason Marx steps through the curtains to cheers from the fans in Columbus.)

Grayson: He’s had it! Old man Marx is coming out here to help Malcolm and Bob destroy Chris Tryon!!!

Clement: Will you stop it!

(Marx quickly steps towards the ring with a determined look on his face. He walks over to Chris and snatches the mic out of his hand. Before he speaks, he pats him on the shoulder as if to say that everything is going to be okay.)

Marx: *looks at Tryon* I’ve been waiting for this day, Chris. *looks into the audience, and pacing back and forth in front of Tryon* Ladies and gentlemen, what you see in front of your eyes tonight is a kid growing up in front of your very eyes. This kid has been broken down and beaten at the hands of Dom Harter, Malcolm Drake, and Bob Pooler time and time again. This time, however, instead of looking for an easy out – he’s manning up and doing what should have been done a long time ago. Settle the score in the ring.

Pooler: Right, so get the fuck out of the way so we can give him his wish.

(Marx stops pacing for a moment, and stares at the two members of the Murder.)

Marx: Like I said, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I’ve never been so proud to stand with this kid as I am here tonight. Malcolm… Bob… You want him?

(Both men nod in acknowledgement.)

Marx: Then you got to go through me to get to him.

Crowd: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Grayson: What the hell? He’s gone SENILE, Kevin!

(Pooler and Drake charge at Marx and take him down quickly. The old man is trying to fend them off to no avail. Tryon struggles out from his corner and grabs Pooler, but gets a quick right to the jaw for his troubles.)

Clement: All hell is breaking loose in the ring!!!

Grayson: Not for long, here comes security.

(Men pour into the ring from all sides and begin separating the four grapplers. The crowd is going apeshit from the carnage that was about to take place.)

Crowd: SUSPECTS… SUSPECTS… SUSPECTS!!!

Clement: These fans are getting behind the Usual Suspects. I never thought I’d see the day, Evan. The kid has done the old man proud and these fans are actually respecting him for it.

Grayson: Big deal, that kid is still a dead man walking. Dom Harter can’t be suspended forever!

(Security is clearing the ring as Marx helps up his partner. Tiffany looks on from the outside and her emotion seems to be getting the better of her. Marx grabs Chris and gives him a congratulatory hug to cheers from the fans. Drake and Pooler are being escorted up the aisle against their will, still foaming at the mouth, hoping to break through and get to the Usual Suspects.)

[FGA Office]

10.26.13
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA

[FGA Office]

Pride Championship Match
(c) Chris Bond vs. Chaths

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

Cruz: The following contest will be fought under Pride Rules. And it is for the Pride Championship. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 205 pounds... CHATHS!

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

Clement: While I never liked Chaths personally, I at least respected him as a competitor. I felt that he deserved this title shot. But after that vicious beatdown on Jason Richards earlier tonight, he shouldn't be anywhere near that title.

Grayson: I still can't believe what has happened to Justice Young. How? WHY!?

"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas. Weighing in at 238 pounds. He is the reigning.... defending.... FGA Pride Champion... CHRIS BOND!

Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

Clement: Chris Bond took a giant leap towards redemption when he captured that Pride Championship at Above & Beyond II. It was dangerous for him to step in the ring against those three men. But now, he's in the ring with a man that may even be more dangerous than they were.

Grayson: May? After what happened earlier, I don't think there's a question about how dangerous Chaths, or Bloodbath & Beyond as a whole are...

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Bond moves Chaths into the corner. After Bond presses him up against the corner, the ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men begin to let go. As Bond makes the clean break, Chaths cheap shots him with a forearm to the jaw; the crowd boos. He then takes Bond and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Bond around, Chaths delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then takes Bond and whips him into the opposite corner. Chaths runs across the ring and goes for a corner yakuza kick. But Bond moves out of the way, causing Chaths' leg to get caught over the top rope. Bond then turns around and kicks Chaths' leg out from under him to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There you go, Bond, get him! Beat the hell out of him!

As Chaths gets up, Bond grabs him and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Bond delivers a series of knife-edge chops of his own; the crowd cheers. He then takes Chaths and whips him into the opposite corner. Bond then runs across the ring and connects with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. Bond quickly takes Chaths and tosses him through the ropes. He goes to reach through the ropes to set up for a rope-hung DDT. But Chaths quickly slips out of his grasp and heads to the floor. The crowd boos.

Clement: Chaths wisely heads to the outside.

Grayson: He had that Rejection DDT well scouted...

Chaths takes a breather as he walks on the outside. But Bond isn't about to let up. So he drops and rolls out of the ring to cheers from the crowd. Before Chaths even knows it, Bond knocks him down from behind with a clothesline. He picks up Chaths, slams his head onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. After Bond rolls himself back in, he picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Bond scoops him up from the side and delivers a jumping backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chaths kicks out.

Bond picks up Chaths and whips him into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Bond throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Chaths kicks out.

Clement: Another near fall by the Batted Hardened vet...

Grayson: I still can't get over what I saw from Justice earlier. How did it happen?

Clement: Maybe he had a psychotic break? Maybe he's been drugged by Blayze? I don't know. But I didn't recognize that man earlier tonight. The look of hatred in his eyes? I've never seen that from him. Never...

Bond picks up Chaths and delivers a kick to the midsection, doubling him over. After lifting him up in the air and holding him there for roughly five seconds, Bond falls back and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd cheers.

As Chaths lays on the mat in pain, Bond begins to circle him. He delivers a stomp to the left arm, then the left leg. He turns and delivers a stomp to the right ankle, followed by the right forearm. Bond turns and delivers a jumping stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd. He reaches down, picks up Chaths and scoops him up across his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver. The crowd cheers. But Chaths is able to slip down from behind and shove Bond into the ropes. When Bond comes back, he nails Bond with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Chaths then connects with a hard European Uppercut, sending Bond stumbling into the ropes. While Bond is rocked, Chaths runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Bond ducks the oncoming attack and dumps Chaths over the top rope with a back body drop. The crowd cheers...

Clement: And Chaths goes to the outside...

Grayson: ... hold that thought!

… but Chaths lands safely on his feet. He then reaches back into the ring, grabs Bond by his ankles and yanks him down face-first to the canvas. The crowd boos.

After hopping back up onto the apron, Chaths waits patiently for Bond to get up. Bond can be seen slowly getting up as he holds his mouth in pain. Before Bond can even turn around, Chaths springboards onto the top rope and connects with a missile front dropkick, sending Bond stumbling down to the canvas to boos from the crowd. Chaths quickly makes his way over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chaths picks up Bond and wrings his arm. He quickly follows up with a hook kick, knocking him down. While Bond is on the mat, Chaths steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond gets up, grabs Chaths and slams him off the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There you go, Bond! Slam him down! Beat the hell out of him. Maybe even beat some answers out of him, too!

Chaths gets up, but Bond knocks him down with a running lariat. Chaths gets back up, but Bond knocks him back down with another running lariat to cheers from the crowd. As Chaths gets up, Bond kicks him in the midsection and delivers the End of Days. The crowd cheers as he turns Chaths over and makes the cover.

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BOND - 1
CHATHS - 0

Clement: And with that, Bond is up one-nothing. All the pressure is on Chaths now.

Grayson: Chaths has to win two straight falls in a row if he wants to win that Pride Championship.

After the mandatory rest period ends, the bell sounds as Bond makes his way over and knocks down Chaths with a right hand. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Chaths and sets him up for another End of Days. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Chaths counters with an STO.

Clement: I hate to give him any credit, but that was a smart counter by Chaths...

As Bond slowly turns over, Chaths gets up and runs into the ropes. As Bond gets up on one knee, Chaths comes back and connects with a Shining Yakuza Kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a hard kick by Johnny Blayze's henchman.

Grayson: He may have knocked Bond loopy with that one...

He then picks up Bond, lifts him up and throws him down with his End of Days. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: He may have it here...

Clement: No....

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BOND – 1
CHATHS – 1

Clement: Son of a....

Grayson: I know, Kev, I know....

After the mandatory rest period has ended, the bell sounds. Once the bell has sounded, Chaths darts across the ring and knocks Bond down with a running leg lariat. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chaths tried to steal a quick pin there. But Bond was having none of it.

Grayson: This match is tied up one-one. It's anyone's match now...

Chaths picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chaths takes him down with a running bulldog lariat. The crowd boos as Chaths pins him with his forearm across Bond's jaw.

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Chaths picks up Bond and whips him into the corner. He runs across the ring and performs a cartwheel into a jumping twisting enzuigiri. The crowd boos as Bond crumbles down from out of the corner. Chaths turns him over and makes the cover.

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Bond gets his shoulder up.

Chaths pushes his arm back down and makes the cover.

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Bond kicks out to cheers from the crowd...

Clement: Again, Bond gets the shoulder up! He went through hell to keep that Pride Championship in FGA. He isn't giving it up that easily...

But the cheers turn to boos as Chaths mounts himself on top of Bond and hammers away with 12-to-6 elbows to the face. A closeup shot reveals Bond's bloody and, more than likely broken nose.

Grayson: That's not good news for Bond.

Clement: No, it isn't....

Chaths picks up Bond and tosses him through the ropes. He then grabs him from behind and applies the Bite of the Dragon. The crowd boos as Chaths pulls back. Bond can be heard groaning in pain. The ref scurries over and gives Chaths until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chaths reluctantly lets go. He then grabs Bond, brings him through the middle rope, drapes his legs across the middle rope and plants him with a rope-hung DDT to boos from the crowd.

Clement: That son of a .... he just used Bond's own move!

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Bond gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

As Chaths picks up Bond, Bond begins to nail him with rights and lefts to the midsection. But Chaths stops the comeback with a knee strike to the midsection. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond stands up and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. But again, Chaths stops the comeback. This time, with a Mongolian Chop. The crowd boos. But the boos turn back to cheers as Bond stands up and throws out a series of right hands. While Chaths is rocked, Bond runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he gets knocked down by a running flying shoulderblock; the crowd boos. Chaths then picks up Bond, hooks his arm around his neck from behind and then spins down, delivering a Rolling Cutter to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Did you see the force he used to execute that move?

Chaths sits up Bond, grabs his arm and applies the Echoes of Silence to boos from the crowd.

Clement: No!

Grayson: He's got the hold applied....

The ref asks Bond if he wants to quit, but Bond can barely answer. Chaths cinches in the hold, applying as much pressure as he can.

Clement: Bond is trying his hardest to hold on.

Grayson: Can he even get to the ropes?

The ref again asks Bond if he wants to give up. But this time, Bond doesn't answer. So the ref asks him again. But again, he doesn't get a response. So the ref raises Bond's arm and lets go; it falls. The ref raises Bond's arm again and let's go; it falls to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Come on Bond...

Grayson: These fans are stomping their feet in support of Bond. This is it right here. Can he hold on?

The ref raises Bond's arm a third time and let's go; it falls to boos from the crowd. The ref quickly calls for the bell.

“Nibiru” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEW...... FGA Pride Champion, CHATHS!

Chaths gets up as he snatches the belt away from the ref. He stands over Bond's body as he holds the belt up to boos from the crowd. After slinging the belt across his shoulder, he exits the ring.

Clement: What a blow this is. The Pride Championship is now in the hands of Johnny Blayze. And let's be clear. Chaths may have won tonight. He might have bested Chris Bond. But Chaths, just like our former colleague, is under the control of Johnny Blayze.

Grayson: Bond fought hard to win that belt. He fought hard to keep that belt in FGA. And now, it's in the hands of a madman. Unbelievable....

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
GFC World Heavyweight Championship Match
(c) Chandler Scott vs. "The Metal Heart" Ben Hanson

"Let's See Action" by The Who starts playing throughout the arena until Roger Daltrey's vocal booms forth as Ben Hanson appears at the top of the aisle. Ben poses with his right fist raised to the skies. Three seconds later and he's making his way down the aisle, slapping hands with the adoring fans on both sides of the aisle. Ben slides in under the bottom rope.

Clement: Here we are. It is main event time and the GFC World Heavyweight Championship is on the line! "The Metal Heart" Ben Hanson has the crowd on his side. And he also has the momentum on his side. The last time these two were in the ring, Hanson defeated him at Final Frontier back in December of 2012. Chandler Scott has admitted that that match affected him. And if you ask me, it's still affecting him.

Grayson: The past is the past. Let's talk about the here and now. Chandler is the champion while Hanson has been on sitting on the couch for nearly the past year. You want to talk about momentum? The GFC World Heavyweight Champion is the one with momentum, Kev.

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. Walking down the ring with him is Madison Scott, who walks arm and arm with him. The two lovebirds ignore the boos, jeers and catcalls of the crowd, shooing them away like the trash that they are. After Chandler hops onto the apron, he helps Madison up onto the apron. Chandler then sits down on the bottom rope while holding the top rope up for Madison. After Madison makes her way into the ring, Chandler 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.

Clement: 2012 didn't end on a high note for Chandler. And 2013 didn't start out any better. But since March, the former FGA Heavyweight Champion has been on a roll. He's captured the Pride Championship. He won the GFC World Heavyweight Championship. He's made history. But can he beat his hated rival one more time, right here, in Hanson's home state, with the GFC World Championship on the line?

Grayson: Of course he can. He's upped his game to a new level. He is wrestling better than ever. He's the man. And if I know Chandler like I know him, he'd rather get hit by a bus than let a guy like Hanson take the gold away from him.

Clement: Well we'll find out shortly who is the better man tonight. Right now, let's send it over to Manny Cruz....

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the GFC World Heavyweight Championship!

(Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.)

Cruz: Introducing first, the challenger. From AKRON, OHIO....

(The crowd explodes with cheers as Hanson smiles.)

Cruz: ... weighing in at 216 pounds.... he is "The Metal Heart", BEN HANSON!

(Hanson raises his arms as he's showed with purple and black streamers. Cheers and a "Metal Heart" chant can be heard throughout the crowd.)

Cruz: And his opponent....

(The crowd nearly blows Chandler out of the ring with the massive amount of boos.)

Cruz: ... from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts... weighing in at 255 pounds.... he is the reigning.... defending.... GFC World Heavyweight Champion..... CHANDLER SCOTT!

(Chandler raises the belt with a smirk on his face to boos from the crowd. The crowd starts an "F YOU, CHANDLER!" chant. But Chandler plays them no mind.)

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. Chandler begins running his mouth as Hanson just stares a hole through him. Once he's had enough with Chandler's antics, Hanson blasts him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And Hanson connects with a punch to the jaw. Maybe that will shut him up.

Grayson: His mouth could be wired shut and he'd still talk trash.

Chandler comes back and stumbles into another right hand to cheers from the crowd. Hanson connects with another right hand, sending Chandler stumbling into the corner. Hanson runs over and unleashes a flurry of rapid right hands tat sends Chandler slumping down in the corner. The crowd cheers as Hanson proceeds to mudhole stomp Chandler while he's down in the corner.

Clement: Look at Hanson just stomping away on that chest. I think I see a foot print!

Hanson reaches down, picks up Chandler and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Chandler stumbles out, Hanson throws him down with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets up, but Hanson knocks him down with a clothesline. Chandler gets back up, but Hanson knocks him back down with another clothesline. As Chandler gets up and stumbles towards the ropes, Hanson runs over and sends him over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline; the crowd cheers.

Clement: Down goes the champ! Chandler has been off his game the entire match.

Grayson: Well what do you expect? He was sucker punched right from the get-go.

As Chandler uses the barricade to pull himself up, Hanson rolls to the outside, grabs him, slams his head onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. As Hanson climbs up onto the apron, Chandler scurries over and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. The crowd boos. He then grabs a hold of Hanson and goes to suplex him into the ring with a suplex. But Hanson slips down from behind and rolls him up with a school boy.

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Chandler kicks out.

As Hanson gets up and heads over towards Chandler, Chandler throws him down with an arm drag. He quickly transitions into a shoulder lock to boos from the crowd. The ref asks Hanson if he wants to give up. But Hanson refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he moves Chandler into the ropes. He then shoves Chandler off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Chandler comes back, he knocks down Hanson with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. After flexing, Chandler runs into the ropes. Hanson quickly rolls over and gets back up. When Chandler comes back, Hanson leap frogs over him. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hanson goes for a hip toss. But Chandler steps through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. The crowd boos. Hanson gets back up, but Chandler throws him back down with another arm drag. He quickly transitions into another shoulder lock to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler now trying to slow down the past and keep the challenger grounded.

Grayson: As he should. He was caught off guard with the sucker punch earlier. Hanson then took control of the match. Now, Chandler is trying to take the control back.

The ref asks Hanson if he wants to give up. But Hanson refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he moves Chandler into the ropes. He then shoves Chandler off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hanson leap frogs over him. Chandler continues to run into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Hanson goes for a hip toss. Chandler steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But Hanson steps through that and throws Chandler down with a hip toss. The crowd cheers. Chandler gets back up, but Hanson throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Chandler quickly counters with a leg scissors headlock. But Hanson is able to slip out, slide over and reapply the side headlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up, but Chandler refuses to quit. He then slowly reaches up and tugs on Hanson's hair to boos from the crowd.

After battling his way back up to his feet, Chandler tries to shove Hanson off of him. But it's to no avail. After three forearm strikes to the ribs, Chandler shoves Hanson off of him and into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, Chandler throws out a clothesline. But Hanson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler turns around, Hanson knocks him down with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hanson may have it here...

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Chandler kicks out.

Hanson quickly sits up Chandler and applies a headlock. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up, but Chandler refuses to quit.

After battling his way back up to his feet, Chandler shoves Hanson off of him and into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, he slides through Chandler's legs. When Chandler turns around, Hanson runs at him. Chandler throws another clothesline. But again, Hanson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Chandler turns around, Hanson plants him with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. Cheers and applause can be heard from the crowd as Hanson makes the cover.

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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler just gets his shoulder up in time...

Hanson picks up Chandler, lifts him up and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope. As Chandler hangs across the top rope, Hanson runs over and connects with a high knee lift, knocking Chandler off the ropes and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And the champ falls hard to the floor.

Grayson: That hard knee may have knocked him loopy...

As Chandler slowly gets up on the outside, Hanson runs into the ropes. When Chandler turns around, Hanson runs and connects with a suicide dive, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. He then mounts himself on top of Chandler and hammers away with several right hands to the face.

Clement: And there goes Hanson, raining down punching to the face.

Grayson: Yeah, closed fists! Where's the DQ?

Hanson picks up Chandler and rolls him back into the ring. He then climbs up onto the apron and waits for Chandler to get back up. When Chandler finally gets up and turns around, Hanson knocks him down with a springboard flying clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up.

As Hanson picks up Chandler, Chandler shoves him Hanson away from him. As Hanson comes back, Chandler throws out a kick to the midsection. He then takes Hanson and throws him down with a swinging neckbreaker to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hanson kicks out.

Clement: Chandler makes the cover for the first time in awhile. But it only gets two...

Chandler picks up Hanson and whips him into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, Chandler throws out another clothesline. But Hanson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, Chandler goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Hanson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Chandler catches him in mid air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh boy...

He counters with a rib breaker, causing Hanson to cringe in pain. Without letting go, Chandler stands back up. After surveying the crowd, he throws Hanson down with a fallaway slam. The crowd boos as he heads over and makes the cover.

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Hanson gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Nice display of power there by the champ. But it only gets two.

Grayson: Nice? No, a great display of power!

Chandler picks up Hanson, whips him across the ring and follows him into the corner. He quickly connects with a clothesline to boos from the crowd. He takes Hanson, whips him back across the ring and follows him into the opposite corner. Chandler quickly connects with another clothesline. The crowd boos. Chandler proceeds to nail Hanson with several hard left hands to the midsection, doubling him over. He then brings Hanson from out of the corner, hoists him up and throws him down with a pumphandle drop. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Hanson gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks him up, only to snapmare him back over. After sizing up Hanson, Chandler runs and delivers a rolling neck snap. The crowd boos as he scurries over and makes the cover.

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Hanson gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The champion with another nearfall. How embarrassing would it be for Chandler to lose the title here... in an FGA ring... to his hated rival... in his rival's home state.

Grayson: If that happened, Chandler may not ever show his face in public again...

Chandler picks up Hanson and slaps him across the face, sending him stumbling into the ropes to boos from the crowd. As Chandler makes his way across the ring, he can be heard barking insults at Hanson. But the boos turn to cheers as Hanson nails Chandler with a barrage of right hands. While Chandler is dazed, Hanson runs into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hanson gets his shoulder up. Chandler looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers.

Chandler picks up Hanson and goes for an irish whip, but Hanson reverses and sends Chandler into the corner. Hanson runs over, hops onto Chandler and monkey flips him from out of the corner to cheers from the crowd. Chandler arches his back in pain.

Clement: Hanson sends Chandler soaring out of the corner. And he may just have his opening to get back into this...

As both men slowly turn over and get up, Hanson runs across the ring and connects with a pump kick to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: He almost kicked his head off, Kev!

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Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Hanson picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Hanson into the ropes. When Hanson comes back, Chandler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Hanson hurdles over him and runs into the ropes. When Chandler stands up and turns around, he turns right into a running hurricarana to cheers from the crowd. As both get up, Chandler throws out a kick. But Hanson catches his foot and spins him around. When Chandler comes back, Hanson delivers a legsweep backbreaker into an STO to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chandler gets his shoulder up as the crowd sighs.

Clement: I thought we had a new champion there...

Hanson picks up Chandler, brings him 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!

As the crowd cheers, Hanson 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!

Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd as Hanson hops down. He then takes Chandler and whips him into the opposite corner. Hanson darts across the ring and goes for a flying double knee lift. But Chandler moves out of the way, causing Hanson to crash into the corner. The crowd boos.

Grayson: He moved out of the way just in the nick of time!

Chandler crouches down behind Hanson. He waves him up to boos from the crowd. As Hanson slowly gets up and turns around, Chandler throws out the Harvard Hammer. But Hanson ducks. When Chandler turns around, Hanson sends him flipping to the canvas with a step-up enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a kick from Hanson!

Grayson: But can he make the cover?

Hanson gets up on his knee and points to the top turnbuckle. Once the crowd cheers, Hanson smiles.

Clement: He may be looking to put this thing away, Evan...

Graysm: Then he should stop wasting time and climb the damn ropes...

Hanson gets up, heads into the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once he reaches the top, Chandler dives over and yanks down the top rope. Hanson ends up losing his balance, slips down and wind sup crotched on the top turnbuckle; the crowd boos.

Grayson: Like I was saying...

Chandler pulls himself up using the ropes. He then begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he grabs Hanson from behind, he steps up onto the top ropes and leans back, delivering an avalanche belly to back suplex to boos and applause from the crowd.

Clement: My God what impact!

Grayson: That may have been all she wrote, Kev...

Chandler gets up, picks up Hanson, hoists him up onto his shoulders and throws him down with the Valediction; the crowd boos...

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THREE!

"Ride of the Valkyries" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL the GFC World Heavyweight Champion, CHANDLER SCOTT!

As Chandler Scott gets in the ring, Madison Stewart snatches the belt away from the ref. She then hands him the belt before hugging him. The two then raise their arms in the air to "CHANDLER SUCKS!" chants...

Clement: Chandler Scott has done it. He's righted the "wrongs" of Final Frontier and defeated Ben Hanson.

Grayson: Give that man all the credit in the world. He was thrown for a loop with this out-from-left-field challenger. He had to come and defend the belt in hostile territory. He went into that ring with a gameplan and he executed it to a T. It's a shame we'll never seen him in an FGA ring again. But hey, if you're going to go out, then what better way than to retain your belt against your arch rival...

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