MAIN EVENT
Chris Q, Dom Harter, Bloodbath & Beyond vs. Sean Sands, Chris Bond, Usual Suspects
The lights go dark and a red hue comes over the crowd as "Wrath of God" by PostHaste Music begins to play over the sound system. The fans boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena steps Johnny Blayze - a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard and Chaths - a tan individual in a hooded, sleeveless trench coat and his hood covering his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand. They are joined by their manager, Justice Young - African American male with a shaved head, bit of a menacing goattee and wearing a black suit w/ matching black shoes. Blayze is wearing tight black leather pants with red & yellow flames in front and "Blayze" on the back, black elbow pads, and black boots (all with flames emblazoned on them). His ensemble is completed by a black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head.
Blayze stands at the top of the aisleway as the lights go back on. He then walks down to the ring, silent with a smirk upon his face. Chaths slowly surveys the arena as the crowd boos. Justice Young follows behind.
Cruz: The following eight man tag is scheduled for one fall. It will be fought under scramble rules! And it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Justice Young. Weighing in at a combined weight of 420 pounds! They are the team of Johnny Blayze and Chaths.... BLOODBATH & BEYOND!
Once at ringside, all three men use the ring steps to enter the ring. Chaths stops at the top step to face the people that hate him. He removes his hood to reveal a dastardly smirk. All three men enter the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring. The crowd continues to boo them as Blayze removes his hood.
Chaths silently goes to his team's corner and removes his coat, handing it to Justice Young. Blayze removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside as Chaths places his tonfa in the corner. Justice then leaves the ring and remains down on the ringside floor. The music fades as Blayze backs into his corner. Chaths hops up to take a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Clement: Bloodbath & Beyond, one of the four teams in the Ultimate Endurance Match at Final Frontier. Will they try to take out the champs tonight before that big Tag Title Match?
Grayson: I wouldn't put it past them at all.
The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off the ring as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle.
Cruz: And their partner, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is "The Tenacious Little Bastard".... DOM HARTER!
Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for the match to begin.
Clement: Dom Harter got the jump on Chris Bond earlier tonight, busting him open in the center of the ring. You can bet that Bond will be wanting to get some payback in this one.
Grayson: If I were Bond, I'd want to stear clear of Dom Harter. But if he wants to get smacked around again, so be it.
"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans.
Cruz: And their partner, from Lone Oak, Texas! Weighing in at 241 pounds.... CHRIS Q!
When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as he raises his "FGA Heavyweight Championship belt" in the air.
Clement: Chris Q is still carrying about that fake championship belt. But all he has to do is wait a few more minutes. Not only will he see the REAL FGA Heavyweight Champion, but also the man that BEAT HIM for that belt.
Grayson: I'm inclined to let a guy like Chris Q believe whatever he wants. I'm not going to tell him otherwise. Besides, we all know Sands doesn't stand a chance. He may not even make it out of this match in one peice.
The guitar screech from the beginning of "Just Because" by Jane's Addiction blares over the house speakers, and the fans rise to their feet anticipating The Usual Suspects. Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains with the ever-present Tiffany Lawrence Michaels appearing between them. Both men are dawning dark hooded sweatshirts that obscure their face over their singlets and of course their ever valet is wearing one of her skimpy outfits. The Usual Suspects stare out into the crowd, taking in the cheers, before they begin walking to the ring high fiving a few of the fans in the aisle way.
Cruz: And their opponents! Introducing first, being led to the ring by Tiffany Lawrence Michaels! Weighing in at a combined weight of 482 pounds! They are the reigning Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions.... THE USUAL SUSPECTS!
The two men pause at the base of the ring apron and allow their valet to take center stage as she climbs on to the apron, locks her arms around the top rope, and leans back as she faces the crowd allowing her ample assets to tighten up her revealing top. Marx shakes his head at Tryon while Tryon gives him a sheepish smile. They then hop up onto the ring apron next and enter through the ropes.
Clement: You have to wonder if all is right with The Usual Suspects. Word has it that Tiffany wasn't even supposed to be here tonight for her own safety.
Grayson: Hey, if she wants to purt herself in harms way, then that's on her. Then again, you've never associated any member of the Suspects with intelligence. So...
"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 their partner, now residing out of Chicago, Illinois by way of San Antonio, Texas! Weighing in at 238 pounds... 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: You have to wonder how much that brawl from earlier tonight is going to effect Bond. Will he keep his cool? Will he keep a level head?
Grayson: If he knows what's good for him, he'll fall in line. Unless, of course, he wants to get busted open once again.
As the opening beat of "Rise" by Skillet hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. Sands then burst through the curtain and races down the ramp. He slides into the ring and tries to go after Chris Q. But The Usual Suspects can be seen holding Sands back. Meanwhile, Chris Q can be seen antagonizing him, waving him on. Once the Suspects bring Sands to the outside, Bond steps in to start things off. Q doesn't appear at all phased.
Clement: Sean Sands is nearly foaming at the mouth to get as Chris Q.
Grayson: If I lost at Respect is Earned and was walking around wit a fake title like Sands, I'd be upset, too.
Clement: Oh give me a break...
The bell sounds as the two former champions circle the ring. They then run towards each other and lock up. After jockeying for position, Q begins to moves Bond across the ring. But Bond puts on the breaks and begins to move Q across the ring. Q then puts on the breaks and moves Bond over towards the Q/Dom/B&B corner. Once Q presses Bond up against the corner, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.
Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Q willingly lets go... knowing that Blayze, Chaths and Dom are going to immediately grab Bond, which they do. The crowd boos as the three of them hold Bond in the corner. Q licks his chops before hammering away with hard rights and lefts to the midsection. Once the three of them let go, Q delivers a series of shoulder thrusts, followed by a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of elbow strikes. The crowd boos as Q tags in Dom Harter.
Clement: This the last place that Bond wants to be in.
Grayson: And this is the last guy he wants to see...
The crowd boos as Dom gets in and mudhole stomps Bond down in the corner. He then reaches down and chokes Bond with his foot. Harter pulls down on the top rope for leverage as the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.
Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Dom lets go. He picks up Bond, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Dom tackles him down. The crowd boos as Dom mounts himself on top of Bond and hammers away with right hands, trying to reopen the cut from earlier tonight. Dom then gets up, picks up Bond, heads back over and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Dom tags in Chaths.
Clement: And here comes “The Beast,” Johnny Blayze's number one servant...
Chaths get in and nails Bond with a punch to the midsection, followed by a European Uppercut that rocks him. He then steps back, reaches up and chokes Bond with his foot. The crowd boos as Chaths pulls down on the top rope for leverage...
Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Chaths reluctantly lets go. He then brings Bond from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Chaths knocks him down with a running knee to the midsection. Bond flips over Chaths' knee and falls to the canvas. Chaths immediately bounces into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, he delivers a running double foot stomp to the midsection. The crowd boos as he drops down, makes the cover and presses his forearm across Bond's jaw.
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Bond kicks out.
Chaths picks him up, wrings his arm, brings him back over towards the corner and tags in Johnny Blayze.
Grayson: And here comes the brains behind this burgeoning new church...
The crowd boos as Blayze springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying double ax handle to the arm. The crowd boos as Blayze wrings the arm again. He then moves Bond into the ropes, only to shove Bond into the opposite set of ropes. When Bond comes back, Blayze throws out a clothesline. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Blayze goes for a back elbow to the face. But Bond ducks and runs into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Blayze takes him down with a jumping leg lariat to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Bond kicks out.
Clement: I'm somewhat shocked at how well this team of Chris Q, Dom Harter and Bloodbath & Beyond is working.
Grayson: Well when you're the talented team of the two, instead of a bunch of hacks, addicts and thieves, it's not that hard to believe.
Blayze picks up Bond and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then delivers a sitdown faceslam to boos from the crowd. Blayze turns him over and makes the cover.
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Bond gets his shoulder up.
Blayze picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Blayze goes for a hurricanrana. But Bond throws him down with a sitdown powerbomb to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: Great counter there by Bond. Is it enough for the early win?
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Blayze kicks out.
Bond goes over and tags in Chris Tryon.
Clement: And here comes the high flying Tryon. You know he's been dying to get his hands on that weasel Blayze...
The crowd cheers as Tryon slingshots himself into the ring. He picks up Blayze, wrings his arm and follows up with a hook kick, sending Blayze stumbling into the corner. As Tryon goes over and approaches, Blayze reaches out and pokes him in the eye to boos from the crowd. After slamming his head onto the top turnbuckle, Blayze turns Tryon around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. The crowd boos. He then takes Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending Blayze into the opposite corner. Tryon runs across the ring, hops onto Blayze and monkey flips him from out of the corner to cheers from the crowd. Tryon then goes over and tags in Jason Marx.
Clement: Jason Marx, the strongman of the Suspects, is now in. If Blayze isn't careful, Marx will suplex him right out of his boots.
Grayson: And I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?
The crowd cheers as The Suspects go over, pick up Blayze and whip him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, the Suspects lift him up and throw him down with a double leg slam. The crowd cheers as Marx makes the cover.
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Blayze gets his shoulder up.
Marx picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Marx throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers. Marx picks Blayze back up, grabs him from behind and hits a german suplex to cheers from the crowd. He picks Blayze back up, wrings his arm and quickly follows up with a release northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. As Blayze arches his back in pain, Marx goes over and tags in Sean Sands.
Clement: And this crowd has really come alive now that the REAL FGA Heavyweight Champion is in the ring!
The crowd cheers as Sands gets in the ring. But instead of working over Blayze, he immediately runs right across the ring to go after Chris Q. But Q wisely hops off the apron to boos from the crowd. While Sands is distracted, Blayze rolls him up with a school boy...
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Sands kicks out.
Grayson: You see that right there? Is tunnel vision almost cost his team the win.
Both men scramble to their feet. But Blayze is the first to attack, doubling Sands over after a knee to the midsection. He quickly goes over and tags Dom back in.
Dom gets in, bounces off the opes, comes back and delivers a high knee lift, knocking Sands. He then picks up Sands and whips him hard into the corner. Dom runs into the corner, but Sands meets him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. After Dom stumbles back, he shakes it off and runs back into the corner. But this time, Sands nails him with a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Dom stumbles back, Sands runs from out of the corner. But instead of running at Dom, he runs over towards Q. But Q beats him to the punch, running along the apron and knocking down Sands with a clothesline. The crowd boos.
Grayson: And again, Sands' tunnel vision costs him. You know, a real FGA Champion, like Chris Q for example, wouldn't do that.
Dom then goes over and buts the boots to him, stomping the hell out of his chest. He then picks up Sands and whips him across the ring and into the corner. Dom charges into the corner and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest. The crowd boos as Sands crumbles from out of the corner. Dom makes the cover
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Sands gets his shoulder up.
Dom picks up Sands and goes for a vertical suplex. But Sands slips down from behind and follows up with a backcracker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Q grabs Sands, pulls him off of Dom, runs over and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos.
Clement: Oh come on!
Grayson: Oh what? Sands was the one constantly going after Q. So Q is just giving him a taste of his own medicine.
With Sands on the floor, Tryon slingshots himself back into the ring. Dom sees this, so he immediately goes after Tryon with a lariat. But Tryon ducks. When Dom turns around, Tryon throws out a kick. Dom catches his foot. But Tryon quickly counters with an enzuigiri, sending Dom flipping down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Tryon makes the cover.
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Dom kicks out.
Tryon gets up and moves Dom into the corner after a series of forearm strikes to the head. He then delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers as Dom slumps down in the corner. Tryon heads towards the center of the ring, only to turn and runs back towards the corner. Tryon goes for a hang time dropkick. But Dom rolls to the outside, causing Tryon to connect with nothing but the canvas. The crowd boos as Blayze and Chaths quickly go over, reach grabbing a leg and yanking Tryon crotch-first into the ring post. The crowd boos.
Grayson: Looks like between Tryon and Michaels, Tryon is going to have the higher pitched voice after tonight.
Clement: Oh stop it.
Chaths rolls in, drags Tryon from out of the corner and makes the cover.
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Tryon gets his shoulder up.
Chaths picks up Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending Chaths into the ropes. When Chaths comes back, Tryon knocks him down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Chaths kicks out.
Tryon picks up Chaths, wraps his arm around his waist and rams him back-first into the corner. Tryon delivers two shoulder thrusts, performs a backflip, runs back into the corner and connects with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as Tryon tags Bond back in.
Clement: Here comes the former two-time Pride Champion, who is dying to get back into this after being dominated for the early stages of the match...
Bond steps in and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. He then brings Chaths from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Chris Q makes the blind tag. When Chaths comes back, Bond scoops him up and delivers a jumping backbreaker. The crowd cheers. Bond makes the cover, but Chaths is no longer the legal man. Before Bond can realize it, Q delivers a leg drop across the back of the neck. He then takes Bond, runs over and tosses him through the ropes. He grabs a hold of Bond and drags him in place across the middle rope to boos from the crowd.
Grayson: HA HA! Yes, do it!
Clement: Chris Q, trying to add insult to injury by hitting Bond with his own move...
But the boos turn to cheers as Sands slides into the ring, runs over towards the ropes, springboards onto the middle rope, rebounds back and plants Q in the face with the Lip Buster. The crowd cheers.
Clement: What a kick right to the face!
Sands immediately dives on top of Q and hammers away with wild rights and lefts. The crowd is going wild.
Crowd: SANDS! SANDS! SANDS! SANDS!
Sands picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. But Q reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Q bends over to set up a back body drop. But Sands hurdles over him. When Q stands up and turns around, he turns right into a pele kick to cheers from the crowd. Sands then turns Q over, mounts on top of him and hammers away with right hands to the face. The crowd cheers.
Clement: Sands has had enough! He's had enough of being called the “pretender!” He's had enough of being called the fake champion! He's had enough of being attacked by Q from behind! And all that frustration is pouring out right now!
Sands gets off of Q, brings him into the corner and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Q around, Sands climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him as the crowd counts along.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Blayze steps in, runs over and shoves Sands from behind, sending Sands tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos.
Grayson: Blayze with one hell of a save!
As Sands tries to get up on the outside, Chaths runs along the apron, dives off and connects with a shining yakuza kick to boos from the crowd.
Grayson: And down goes Sands again! This night is great!
Back in the ring, Marx and Q trade rights and lefts. But Q gains the advantage after a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Marx and whips him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Q throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd boos. He goes over and makes the cover.
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Tryon breaks up the pin.
The crowd cheers as Tryon picks up Q and begins hammering with with forearm strikes. While Q appears groggy, Tryon runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Q turns him inside out with a clothesline to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Tryon, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. After backing up, Q turns around. But he turns right into a clothesline from Marx. The crowd cheers. Q gets up, but Marx knocks him down with another clothesline. The crowd cheers. As Q gets up, Marx grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Marx delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex to cheers from the crowd. He goes over and makes the cover.
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Bloodbath & Beyond break up the pin to boos from the crowd.
Chaths and Blayze pick up Marx and whip him into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Bloodbath & Beyond knock him down with a double superkick to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Bond knocks both men down from behind with a clothesline. Bond goes over, picks up Blayze and whips him into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, Bond kicks him in the midsection. He then sets him up for a DDT to cheers from the crowd. Chaths sees this, so he runs over and goes a lariat. But Bond ducks, grabs him, and delivers the End of Days to Chaths while simultaneously delivering a DDT to Blayze. The crowd cheers.
Clement: What a move by Bond!
Grayson: No, no, no, no....
But the cheers turn to boos as Dom spins around Bond and kicks him in the midsection. He then hooks both of Bond's arms, lifts him up and plants him with Spin the Black Circle. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.
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Tryon leaps off the top turnbuckle and breaks up the pin with a guillotine leg drop to the back of the neck. The crowd cheers as Tryon picks up Harter, throws him down with a scoop slam and then drags him into position. After stepping out onto the apron, Tryon climbs up to the top turnbuckle. But Q grabs Tryon from the apron and shoves him off, sending Tryon crashing to the canvas. The crowd boos.
Grayson: Aw, poor Tryon. Not!
While Tryon is down, Q climbs up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he turns around, flips off and connects with a moonsault to boos from the crowd. Q then picks up Tryon and hoists him up onto his shoulders for The Compactor. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Sands slides in with a steel chair, runs over and jabs Q hard in the ribs, forcing him to drop Tryon. The ref immediately calls for the bell.
Grayson: What is he doing!?
Clement: Sean Sands has had enough!
While Q is doubled over, Sands throws down the chair and lifts up Q across his shoulders, setting Q up for The Compactor to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Bloodbath & Beyond clip both of Sands' legs from behind, bringing him down.
The crowd boos as Bloodbath & Beyond put the boots to Sands. But the boos turn to cheers as the Usual Suspects get back into the ring and attack Bloodbath & Beyond. Tryon takes Chaths and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. When Chaths gets up Tryon delivers a vaulting body press to the outside. The crowd cheers. Back in the ring, Max delivers a running clothesline, sending both him and Blayze over the top rope and to the floor. Up the aisle, Bond and Harter continue to trade shots back and forth. The two men continue to brawl up the ramp and through the curtain.
Clement: All hell has broken lose! Chairs are flying! People are brawling on the outside! People are brawling to the back!
Back in the ring, Sands is slowly getting back up. But he gets knocked right back down after Chris Q whacks him with a chair shot from behind.
Clement: My God what a chair shot!
The crowd boos as Q repositions the chair and repeatedly drives the chair into the back of Sands. The ref tries to calm Chris Q down. But the ref gets a chair to the head for his trouble. The crowd boos.
Clement: Come on, Chris!
Grayson: Hey, that's your champion. He can do whatever he wants.
Clement: He's not the champion!
He then throws the chair down before heading back over to Sands. Q picks up Sands, lifts him up across his shoulders and plants him on the chair with The Compactor. The crowd boos as Sands is out cold.
Grayson: Look at Sands. He's a mangled mess at the feet of the Big Bad. You better get used to that view, Kev. That is what's in store for Sands at Final Frontier.
Q rolls out of the ring. He makes his way over and snatches his FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. He begins to walk off. But then he stops, turns and sees the other FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. Q storms back over and snatches the belt from the time keeper. After stomping up the steps and entering through the ropes, Q walks to the center of the ring. After standing over Sands, Q raises both FGA Heavyweight Championship belts to a downpour of jeers and boos from the crowd.
Winners by Disqualification: Chris Q, Dom Harter and Bloodbath & Beyond
