Monroe DVD Taping (12.7.13)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match

Reagan Clarke vs. Desmond Astor

The opening notes of "Freaking Out" by Death begin to blast through the Monroe Sports Center. The fans immediately begin to boo Reagan Clarke as she steps through the black curtain. She then gives a impish smile and flexes her biceps and reaching over to kiss them. She then slowly walks down the entrance ramp, completely ignoring the fans along side her. She walks past the steps to the side of the ring. She pauses to look over at the fans a second longer before climbing inside the ring. Once inside she walks toward her corner ignoring the referee. She then removes her entrance shirt. tossing it aside. She then turns around as he music starts to fade away, getting ready for the match.

As 'Intro' by The xx begins to play, 'The Natural' Desmond Astor slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain, seemingly as chill as the music itself. He makes his way to the ring, slowly, slapping hands with the fans as he does. He makes a full lap of the ring in this fashion, taking his sweet time, before sliding in and taking a seat in one corner, where he remains until the opening bell…

The bell sounds as both competitors head towards the middle of the ring. Clarke starts talking trash, trying to get in Astor’s face, but he stares her down. She pushes him away, but Astor returns with a forearm to the face. It staggers the Crowette, allowing Des Astor enough time to hit another one and back Clarke up against the ropes. An Irish whip follows. Clarke bounces against the far ropes, coming back as Astor lowers his head for a back body drop – a move which is scouted and countered by a boot to the face. The Crowette fires off some knife edge chops to the chest before going for an Irish whip. It is, however, reversed, and Astor sends his opponent hurtling towards the turnbuckle…

Just then ‘Man In The Box’ begins to play throughout the arena. The fans all turn their attention to the aisle. Des Astor stops what he’s doing, looking like a deer in headlights as, one by one, the members of The Murder all appear from behind the black curtain. Malcolm Drake, flanked on either side by Harter and Pooler, slowly marches down the aisle, ignoring whatever abuse the fans throw at them.

Drake hops up onto the apron nearest the aisle as Harter and Pooler sprint around the sides, surrounding Astor as he glances in each direction, a look of horror etched on his face. Pooler strikes first, catching Astor with a forearm shot as Harter piles in. The crows double team Des, pummelling him with punches and kicks until he can’t fight back. Clarke, having seen what is going on, stands by Drake as she watches her team mates drag Des back to his feet. Harter holding him up as Pooler takes a step–DR TEETH! It connects as Harter takes Astor over with a dragon suplex!

The two of them, Harter and Pooler look towards Drake, who seems pleased by what he has just seen.

The fans in attendance all boo, jeering the group beatdown they just witnessed–when Drake pushes Reagan Clarke forward as Pooler nails her with a HIGH VELOCITY HUG! The fans fall silent as Drake takes command, mounting the chest of Clarke as he rains down punches left and right, clobbering the defenseless woman. He drags Reagan back to her feet by a handful of hair, pulling her in close to his face to say some inaudible words before throwing her towards Harter who catches her with a knee to the midsection and scoops her onto his shoulder. She screams out “no” but The Tenacious Little Bastard drops her head first into the mat with a Goodnight to the World. Drake walks away towards the corner as Harter and Pooler put the boots to the fallen Clarke. But they move out of the way as Drake flies through the air–MORS VINCIT!

‘Man In The Box’ plays again as the THREE members of The Murder survey the scene around them. Clarke lays unconscious at their feet, Astor has rolled towards the edge of the ring, clutching the back of his neck as the crows all smile at the devastation.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Monroe DVD Taping
Monroe Sports Center
Monroe, NJ

[The fans in the Monroe Sports Center are buzzing as the event is just beginning. Suddenly “Just Because” by Jane’s Addiction starts blaring over the PA system and the fans rise to their feet. Chris Tryon appears from behind the curtain, along with Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. The fans cheer the young grappler and the red headed vixen as they begin making their way to the ring. Tryon has his half of the FGA Mid-Atlantic Championship draped across his shoulder and a somber expression on his face.]

Clement: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve heard rumors since our last show in Newark that Chris Tryon has something to get off of his chest. Judging by the look on the young man’s face, whatever he has to say certainly isn’t happy news.

Grayson: I’ve got it on good authority that he and old man Marx realize that they robbed The Murder at Respect is Earned and he’s out here to not only give up the belts, but he’s going to ---

Clement: Will you stop?! The Suspects fought valiantly against The Murder and have all claims to those belts until somebody says otherwise.

Grayson: Oh, it’s true. Not only that, but after they hand over the belts tonight the Suspects are going to ride off into the sunset. The Murder have done it again, Kevin!

[Tryon is on the apron now and he holds the ropes open for Tiffany. The duo make their way to the center of the ring and Tryon received a mic.]

Grayson: This is going to be good!

[Tryon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before he speaks into the mic.]

Tryon: When I signed on with Frontier Grappling Arts, I wanted nothing more than to help establish a tag team division; a division that would rise to the top of the independent circuit; a division that sported the most coveted tag team titles in our industry.

[The crowd cheers at the comments, acknowledging that the tag team division in FGA is one of the most well-rounded in the sport.]

Tryon: Granted, when I first came here I wanted to accomplish this for selfish reasons. I wanted the fame and the glory at first. My thirst for infamy nearly destroyed The Usual Suspects, and we all know that if I had continued to travel down that path that Drake and Pooler would still be walking around here with the belts.

[Tryon uncomfortably looks around at the crowd for a moment.]

Tryon: But I changed, as a person and a competitor. Once my eyes were opened to what was right, I wanted to win these titles to do nothing more than represent everything that is good about FGA; everything that is right. You see, when Chris Bond won the Pride Championship a few months back, he did it for all the right reasons - pride, honor, and excellence. Chris Bond picked this company up off of our collective backs after the FGA/Frontier show, came into this ring, and proved that we could all be proud of our organization, our fans, and our abilities. He embodied exactly what it meant to be – FGA Proud.

[The fans cheer in response to Tryon’s admiration of Bond.]

Tryon: I wanted to experience that, not just for me, but to support the tradition of FGA’s legacy. So I walked into Respect is Earned with my head held high and we succeeded in winning the belts off of The Murder. I may not like them, but those are three of the toughest sons of bitches that I’ll probably ever step in the ring with.

[Choruses of boos ring out from the crowd, unwilling to accept The Murder in any capacity.]

Tryon: Since then, I’ve wanted to do nothing but represent FGA as a champion in the same manner that Chris Bond did as Pride Champion; the same manner that Ben Hanson did for the Heavyweight Championship, and Sean Sands will do as the current champion.

[The fans cheer again at the mention of those names. Tryon hangs his head and pulls the strap off of his shoulder. He places it close to his face and appears to be getting emotional.]

Tryon: I’ve failed…

Grayson: I told you!!! The Suspects are going to vacate the titles!!!

Tryon: Ever since we’ve won those belts, I’ve heard our doubters claim that we just…happened…to get lucky for one night. I told myself that they were just jealous that we did something they couldn’t. I told myself that Harter was just spewing bullshit because he was angry to see us succeed against his Crows. But then came the loss to the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers…

[Tryon’s gaze returns to the camera.]

Tryon: It doesn’t matter that Justice Young came down to the ring that night, we lost, plain and simple. The only reason that they aren’t your current tag team champions is because we happened to luck out that it was a non-title match. Then two weeks ago, in Newark, my team lost again.

[Tryon paused and took another deep breath.]

Tryon: Sean Sands apologized on Twitter to us and Bond the next morning, for the fact that he let his temper get the best of him. But I’m here to tell you that the loss was not Sean Sands’ fault. It was mine. I created the situation where Sean felt it was necessary to strike at Chris Q. with a chair; I was being set up for a Compactor and Sands had to use the chair to save me… We lost to the Marios because I was careless and got dumped to the outside. Every loss since Respect is Earned…is my fault.

Grayson: I’m inclined to agree with that sentiment Kevin.

Clement: Oh come on, there’s more factors in each of those matches than just Chris Tryon.

Tryon: So now, I’ve decided to do the toughest thing that I’ve ever done in my short career. I’ve decided that… Jason Marx deserves better, you the fans deserve better…Frontier Grappling Arts deserves better. So, with that said… I’m going to relinquish my half of the Mid-Atlant---

[Tryon is interrupted by Jane’s Addiction’s “Just Becacuse” signifying the appearance of Jason Marx who tears through the curtains. Marx marches to the ring with an intense, angry expression on his face. He also sports his half of the championship across his shoulder. He quickly hops up onto the apron, steps through the ropes, and grabs the mic from Tryon.]

Marx: What the fuck do you think you’re doing, kid?

[Marx has the mic, but you can hear Tryon saying something about Marx being better off without him.]

Marx: Kid, if you hand that belt over to ANYBODY without losing it in a match, I’ll throw your skull through a brick wall just to knock some sense into you.

[Marx is interrupted by the sounds of Alice In Chains' "Man In the Box." The crowd immediately launches into an avalanche of boos and jeers as Bob Pooler and Malcolm Drake - sporting the IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship belt across his chest like a bandolier - emerge from behind the curtain.]

Bob Pooler: And why should you get all the fun, Marx? There's plenty of Tryon's thick skull to go around.

[Pooler smirks and hands the microphone over the Drake. The crowd reinvigorates its jeering as The Murder walk towards the ring.]

Malcolm Drake: So the guilt has finally gotten to you, Mr. Tryon? You've finally come to realize what everyone - even these mouth-breathers here in Monroe - have known since you dragged your trail of slime into this company. YOU... cannot hack it. Every second you hold OUR Mid-Atlantic Championship belts, you diminish the prestige we worked so hard to attain. When I look in that ring, I see a has-been... and a never-was. I see frauds and pretenders. I see thieves. PAPER... "champions." The Murder defend those belts with honor and integrity, while you...

[Drake and Pooler climb on to the apron.]

Malcolm Drake: ...have been getting pinned by the mentally-challenged lower-tier of the tag team division. The only thing more DISGRACEFUL than The Usual Suspects holding OUR titles is the fact that we have to fight to have them restored to their rightful place around our waists. We've beaten YOU, we've beaten the Faux-Crows - Bloodbath & Beyond - and we've been those degenerate hash-heads The Shoot Ki--

[The crowd is heard cheering at this, but nobody is seen coming through the curtain. Sans-music, Szalinski and Clauson can be seen coming through the crowd, the camera catching their full conversation as Madman is shouting through his blue and red mask.]

Madman: Excuse me, sorry, he said our names so that was our cue...

Clauson: Come on, dude, let's go talk some shit and get in a fight....

Madman: WATCH YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH! We got to watch that shit, we're gonna be on cable soon.

[Madman jumps over the railing, followed by his partner. Much of the arena (as well as Clement, Grayson, and even the Suspects) get a laugh at this, but everyone is riled up at the Shoot Kings' next move.]

Madman: All right, SHOOT'S ON!

[Both Kings slide into the ring, Graham flipping off his hat and jacket. Madman pops right into the face of Malcolm Drake, pushing the microphone away when he attempts to hand it over, grinning while remaning unwavered through Madman's aggression. Graham and Pooler walk towards each other, while Tryon and Marx each approach the closest pair and attempt to break them apart. The crowd is rabid at this point, stomping at the bleachers and pounding away on their seats.]

Grayson: It's looking a lot like Final Frontier right here, right now!

[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/ a red shirt, black tie, and matching black shoes. Blayze is wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, black boots, and his black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head. Chaths is in a similar attire except his jacket is not full length. 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.]

Clement: Well, needless to say it looks like we’re going to have all eight men out here who are going to compete in the Ultimate Endurance match for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship.

Grayson: The Murder’s Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Titles you mean.

[At ringside, all three men walk up the steps and climb into the ring through the ropes. Blayze pulls a microphone out from his jacket and speaks into it.]

Blayze: Gentlemen…you can sit here…

[looks at The Murder]

Blayze: squawking like a bunch of birds…

[looks at The Shoot Kings]

Blayze: or badasses about the tag title straps but believe it or not, what we will do at Final Frontier will bring us no pleasure.

You all seem to think that this bluster and bravado will save you. That somehow your respective time spent in the ring will prepare you for the hell we have planned in the Ultimate Endurance.

[Looks at Chris Tryon]

Blayze: You feel prepared because you have lived a life that contained violence. And you feel prepared because you have survived.

[Blayze lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head slightly.]

Blayze: Yet you have no conception of the situation that you have found yourself in.

What we do at Final Frontier will be spoken of in hushed tones in locker rooms coast to coast…the pain we plan to inflict will be akin to a work of art, your screams a symphony with our hand holding the conductor's baton. All of you shall receive a baptism in pain and come through the other side changed...it is inevitable.

[Blayze shrugs ever so slightly, clearly accepting his own words.]

Blayze: Just like your girlfriend Tiffany has already changed in her own unique way.

[And at the mere mention of Tiffany's name goes Chris Tryon as he leaps like a lion attacking a gazelle. His target -- Johnny Blayze. Meanwhile Marx begins trading punches with Bob Pooler, Madman Szalinski charges at Chaths, and Drake charges Clauson.]

Clement: All hell has broken loose!!! Eight men, four teams, which one wants the gold the most?!?!

Grayson: There’s a riot in the ring right now, Kevin. I don’t know who wants it more, but here comes all kinds of security from the back to try and break this madness up!

[Security starts pouring into the ring from all sides separating the competitors. Chaths sees the men charging the ring and slyly slides out to avoid being corralled. He looks over towards Blayze who is being separated from Tryon and re-enters the ring undetected. Meanwhile Madman and Clauson have also slid out after being separated from Chaths and Drake.]

Clement: Wait a minute!!! All of the men are being restrained, but Chaths has slipped in right behind Tryon!!!

[Chaths stalks his prey, lifts Tryon up and drops him with a Ragnarok. The security guard who had Blayze turns around and takes chase to Chaths, meanwhile Blayze moves Tryon in position and hits him with “Death From Above”. The camera cuts to Madman who just witnessed Tryon’s demise at the hands of the Church, and we see him form a “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNN!!!!” with his mouth.]

Grayson: The Church has just baptized Chris Tryon!!! Is this a preview of Final Frontier?

Clement: Yeah, real brave of those guys. Chaths snuck up behind him.

[Security is still attempting to maintain order among all of the competitors. Jason Marx sees what has happened to Tryon and makes his way over to his fallen partner as we cut to the back . . .]

[FGA Office]

As we cut to the backstage area, we see Chris Q walking the halls, a bag (probably filled with his ring gear among other things) in his left hand and a cigarette in his right. He seems to be just about done with the cigarette as he takes one last drag before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it, keeping his head down as he does so. Suddenly, we hear some clattering and moving from behind the camera before someone comes rushing into the shot.

Sean Sands: You son of a bitch!

Sean Sands, already dressed in his ring gear, is now in the shot and he immediately drives a left hook into Q before connecting with a right uppercut. Sands takes a step back before jumping up and connecting with a bicycle kick that drops Q to the ground.

Sean Sands: Getting tired of this...

Sands seems to mumble on as he reaches into the pockets specially made in his tights and pulls out some brass knuckles. Sands puts the brass knuckles around his left fist and tries to get on top of Q to continue the attack, but security immediately rushes in, pulling Sands off of Q.

Sean Sands: LET ME GO! LET ME GO!

Sands manages to get a kick out, kicking Q right in the jaw before he is pulled away by security, right off of the scene. The remaining people begin to check on Q as he slowly stirs on the ground, holding his jaw in pain.

[FGA Office]

Jason Richards vs. Jaxie Wyatt

The heavy bass beats of "Blood" by Sons and Daughters fills the arena as the main lights dim and purple-blue lights flood the stage. From behind the curtain, Jaxie Wyatt takes to the small ramp, a hurricane of copper colored hair and black leather. She grins widely to the crowd before her expression turns pensive as she takes in the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bay Minette, Alabama! Weighing in at 130 pounds.... JAXIE WYATT!

She slowly makes her way down the ramp and climbs to the ring apron before sliding in through the second rope. Bathed in the purple-blue light, Jaxie climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high above her head before she jumps easily down to the canvas, an intense expression on her face as she waits for her opponent.

Clement: What a crazy night this has been so far. There was absolutely chaos in the ring to start things off. And we're just getting word that there was a scuffle in the back involving Sean Sands and Chris Q.

Grayson: Final Frontier is right around the corner. It's the last show of the year. And people are starting to get desperate, Kevin.

The sound of a wolf howling throughout 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, taking in all their boos and jeers.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 202 pounds…. JASON RICHARDS!

Richards makes his way down to the ring, kicking the hands of the fans who have their arms out over the barricade. He jumps up on the apron stepping through the ropes he begins stretching in the corner waiting for the match to start. Suddenly, Chaths steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What is he doing out here?

Grayson: He probably just wants to lend a fellow Beyonder some advice.

Clement: Oh really? So why is that tonfa in his hand? This is supposed to be Jaxie and Jason, one on one? Chaths has no business out here.

Grayson: Okay, then how about you go over there and tell him that.

The bell sounds as both grapplers go to lock up. But Richards catches her off guard with a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos. Richards then takes Wyatt and whips her into the ropes. When Wyatt comes back, Richards throws her down with a back body drop. The crowd boos as Wyatt sits up and arches her back in pain. After sizing her up, Richards goes over and delivers five shoot kicks to the back. The thud from each kick can be heard throughout the building. Richards looks to the outside and sees Chaths, nodding with approval. He then reaches down, picks up Wyatt by her hair and goes for a suplex. But Wyatt slips down from behind and quickly follows up with an inverted DDT. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Clement: Richards took his eye off the ball there and it almost cost him.

Grayson: It will take more than that to keep Richards down. But I don't blame Jaxie for trying to end this early. She's got a big match in two weeks.

Clement: Yes she does. She'll be competing in that 4-Way Fray with Rowan Grae, Jack Reynolds and Riley Owens. A Pride Title contender's match is at stake for the winner.

As Wyatt picks him up, Richards wraps his arms around her waist and rams her back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Richards delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Wyatt and goes to whip him into the opposite corner. But Wyatt reverses, sending Richards into the corner. The crowd cheers. Wyatt runs across the ring. But she runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd boos. While Wyatt stumbles back, Richards runs from out of the corner and knocks her down with a lariat. The crowd boos as Richards makes the cover.

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Wyatt kicks out. Chaths can be seen slapping the canvas with frustration at the referee's "show count."

Richards picks up Wyatt and whips her into the ropes. When Wyatt comes back, Richards bends over to set up a back body drop. But Wyatt stops, grabs Richards and throws him down with a snapmare. She quickly follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Richards kicks out.

Wyatt picks up Richards, snapmares him back down and follows up with a rolling neck snap. The crowd cheers as she heads back over and makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up. Chaths again slaps the canvas before shouting at Richards to get up.

Clement: It looks like Johnny Blayze's right hand man isn't too pleased with the Strong Style Wolf.

Grayson: Stop trying to start something. Stop worrying about Chaths and start worrying about Jaxie Wyatt.

Wyatt picks up Richards, only to connect with a dropkick to the thigh. After Richards drops down to one knee, Wyatt runs into the ropes. When Wyatt comes back, she connects with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Big knee right to the face! That may have knocked him out...

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Richards gets his shoulder up.

Wyatt picks up Richards and goes for a suplex, but Richards blocks it. He then counters with a vertical suplex of his own. He then rolls over, pulls Wyatt back up and hits a bridging northern lights suplex to boos from the crowd.

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Wyatt gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Beautiful bridge there by Richards, but it only gets two. You spoke earlier about Jaxie wanting to finish this match early because of her Final Frontier match. Well the same could be said for Richards. He, too, is in a multi-man match. At Final Frontier, he's got the debuting Drew Stevenson and the returning Ryan Kidd.

Grayson: Oh please. He's got nothing to worry about. Who is Drew Stevenson? And Ryan Kidd? The last time we saw Kidd, he was beaten to a pulp inside of Steel Cage Mayhem by The Murder. You think he's recovered from that physically, let alone mentally?

Richards picks up Wyatt, lifts her up and plants her with the D.R. Driver III. The crowd boos as Richards steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt. He makes the cover.

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Wyatt gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chaths throws up his hand in disbelief.

Richards picks up Wyatt and whips her into the corner. Richards runs across the ring and connects with a corner forearm smash. The crowd boos. He then brings a dazed Wyatt from out of the corner and lifts her up for a brainbuster. But Wyatt knees him in the head on the way up, forcing Richards to drop her. While Richards is dazed, Wyatt runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a running big boot to the face. But Richards catches her foot, spins her away from him and then sets her up for the J.R. Driver. But Wyatt repeatedly elbows him in the back of the head. She then runs back into the ropes. When Wyatt comes back, she delivers a single knee facebreaker to cheers from the crowd. While Richards is dazed, Wyatt turns around, grabs him, runs into the corner and goes for the Secondhand Rapture. But Richards turns and shoves Wyatt off of him, sending her crashing back-first onto the canvas. The crowd boos.

As Wyatt slowly turns over and gets up on one knee, Richards runs from out of the corner and connects with a Kawada Kick to boos from the crowd. He then picks Wyatt back up, grabs her from the side and delivers a backdrop suplex to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Wyatt gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jaxie continues to show life. She will now stay down. And that resiliency could be a huge asset going into that 4-Way Fray.

Grayson: By the time Richards gets done with her, she may not even make it to Final Frontier...

Richards picks up Wyatt and positions her for a Saito Suplex. But Wyatt repeatedly nails him in the back of the head. She then spins him around, grabs him from behind and delivers a rolling cutter to cheers from the crowd. She then picks Richards back up and kicks him in the midsection. While Richards is doubled over, Wyatt hops onto his back and flips forward, delivering Into The Sunset to cheers from the crowd....

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"Blood" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JAXIE WYATT!

As the ref raises Jaxie's arm in victory, Chaths enters the ring furious. Her music quickly dies down as Chaths storms past her and looks at Richards. Richards can be seen getting up on all fours. As he looks up, he sees Chaths looking down at him with disappointment.

Clement: Nothing there, huh Evan? It looks like Richards is going to have his membership revo-

Chaths looks like he's going to attack Richards but instead attacks Jaxie. The crowd boos as Richards joins in and they lay her out.

Clement: What the heck is this!?

Grayson: Like I said, there was nothing to worry about. Except if your Jaxie, that is!

The two Beyonders stand over Wyatt with their arms raised high. "Nibiru" plays as the crowd begins to boo Chaths and Richards.

[FGA Office]

The bland, white walls of a somewhat large room was our main focal point. Lined up along the two side walls was a row of steel lockers that was used for the men to put their stuff in while at the arena when they had to compete. In the middle of the room, running horizontal, was a wooden bench that the guys used for various reasons; reasons such as to lace up their boots which was the main reason but other various reasons as well that really didn’t matter to be quite honest with you. In any case, sitting on the wooden bench was the newest signee to the Frontier Grappling Arts organization and his name was Drew Stevenson.

Wearing a black t-shirt that read “Tap Out” in bleeding green letters, it was the brand that was most popular among the MMA fighters but had gotten popular worldwide. With his lower half covered in some tight fitting Levi 501 blue jeans – he had a smile stretched along his face which told the world that he had something on his mind and knowing how Stevenson is, it’ll be a doozey.

Drew, “A new promotion, new blood, and new opportunities to look forward to – that is what’s on my mind.”

Lowering his head and looking down at the white tiled floor, he then brings it back up and keeps his dark brown eyes peeled onto the lens of the camera, almost as if you’ll miss something if you look away.

Drew, “I’m the new fish in the sea and ironically – I’m the small fish in it. You see, this has been the first time in a long time that I have been that fish and it’s rather surreal. I look around and I see that I have found myself in an Ocean full of fish, of opportunities and I am going to begin earning my stripes one match at a time until I capture the Frontier Grappling Arts Heavyweight Championship of the World.”

Flashing that traditional Stevenson smile, he just stares into the camera.

Drew, “Now as I sit here in front of all of you, I realize that many of you don’t know me and that’s perfectly fine because you will soon find out. I am here to make sure that wrestling is preserved, I am here to ensure that the Frontier Grappling Arts is the absolute BEST promotion in the world when it comes to wrestling and I am here to PROVE that I am in fact the BEST pure wrestler in the world just like I have proven thirty one times over throughout my career.”

Taking a moment to pause, he clasps his hands together and positions them down into his lap.

Drew, “Now I know that I have a long road ahead of me here in this company and quite honestly, I’m prepared for the long haul. I’m prepared to be the new blood or the fresh meat in the back, I’m prepared to be the guy who has something to prove, who has to step up his game to catch the eye of the people in the back who run this wonderful promotion and when it’s all said and done? The name Drew Stevenson will be synonymous with greatness, it will be synonymous with the term “the best” and it will be synonymous with the World Heavyweight Championship.”

Smiling, he was confident but not arrogant.

Drew, “We all start from somewhere and *I* am going to start my way from the very bottom of the barrel, and *I* am going to work my way up!”

Separating his hands, he extended the thumb out on his right hand and held it up to help get his point across. Keeping that confident smile stretched along his handsomely chiseled face, he gives everybody a little wink before the camera cuts to the next part of the show and/or the next match.

[FGA Office]

As we cut to the backstage area once more, we see Spencer Burke standing by, that same smile on his face as he stands in front of a banner that has the FGA logo on it.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Sean Sands.

Sean Sands steps into the shot wearing his new Sand Attack tee. The FGA Heavyweight championship is slung over his left shoulder. He seems to be rather angry as a scowl is on his face.

Spencer Burke: Sean, it seems this thing between you and Q has been kicked up a level. I mean, you guys are attacking each other here and there.

Sean Sands: This is true, but this would not be happening if it was not for Chris Q and his bullshit. The man could not accept a loss against me, so what does he do? He goes ahead and creates a championship. Then, because I won't recognize him as THE FGA Heavyweight champion, he attacks me at the last show before our match.

Spencer Burke: And you retaliated.

Sean nods his head.

Sean Sands: I did. I got so fed up with everything that happened during the eight man tag match, I went after Q even if he wasn't in the ring. I got so fed up that I grabbed a steel chair and drove it right into Q's ribs and would have hit a couple times more too.

Spencer Burke: With all of this bad blood between you and Q, people are wondering whether the match between you and him may get a little dangerous for both men. Thoughts?

Sean Sands: It is true that Q and I are at each other's throats. It is true that Q and I do not like each other. But at Final Frontier, I will play by the rules like I almost always do, minus that exception last show. And I will walk out...STILL FGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Sands quickly turns and makes his way out of the shot, leaving Burke all by himself.

Spencer Burke: Thank you for your time.

[FGA Office]

Willow Swaine vs. Rowan Grae

"Alice Underground" by Avril Lavigne begins to play as a rainbow of lights begin to light the dimmed arena and highlighting the cheering crowd as their cheering only gets louder as Rowan appears from behind the black curtain Chaz walking behind with one arm extended outward to as they both wear big smiles on their faces.

Chaz then grabs her hand, and spins her on the stage making her laugh before they both begin to descends down the rampway. Rowan has a bit of skip in her step as she makes her way to the ring, slapping some of the fans hands who are reaching out, switching sides half way down the small ramp to try and be fair to everyone. Once in front of the ring, she walks to her left towards the steel steps where Chaz is by her side as he extends his hand out helping her up the steel steps before she enters the ring under the second rope.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Chaz Holiday! Now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina by way of Honolulu, Hawaii! Weighing in at 120 pounds.... ROWAN GRAE!

Once inside the ring, Rowan walks casually around it, waving at the fans before standing on the opposite side of the ring from where she entered. Chaz walks around the ring towards her getting her attention with a simple “psst” before giving her some advice.

Clement: Rowan Grae was on the winning team last time out as she, Jack Reynolds and Reagan Clarke were victorious in the Six Man Tag. But tonight, there won't be any partners. Just her and Willow Swaine, one on one.

Grayson: And just like with Jaxie in our opening match, you have to wonder what Rowan's gameplan will be. She is also in that 4-Way Fray match at Final Frontier.

Clement: Well I'm sure her friend Chaz has given her plenty of advice.

Grayson: Well if I had a friend that looked like him, I'd be looking for a second opinion.

The house lights dim and the drums start. Pink and blue lights start to circle the entry way. Cue the clapping and the audience begins to go along. 'Are We All We Are ' by P!nk sounds across the crowd and the anticipation builds.

"ARE WE ALL WE ARE!? ARE WE ALL WE ARE!? "

The curtains fly back and willow rushes through, the crowd erupting to welcome her. She moves along to the music, clapping with the fans and turns around, jogging backwards. She slaps hands with as many fans as she can, singing along with her theme. It's an anthem for the people and she completely embraces it.

Cruz: And her opponent! From Albuquerque, New Mexico! Weighing in at 137 pounds! She is "The Unstoppable Force".... WILLOW SWAINE!

When she reaches the end of the walkway, she charges the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Quick to the middle rope, she bounces and leans toward the fans in attendance, soaking up the energy. A run to the other side of the ring and she has everyone in the palm of her hand.

Clement: Willow Swaine truly was "The Unstoppable Force" as she defeated both Ryo Suave and Bushido in her debut match two weeks ago in Newark.

Grayson: Indeed she did. But with fellow FGA newcomers Riley Owens, Jack Reynolds and even her opponent tonight being in that 4-Way Fray, you have to wonder why Willow wasn't placed in that match? Maybe she feels she's being overlooked? Maybe she feels slighted?

Clement: And you were talking about me making something out of nothing? Besides, anyone that follows Willow on Twitter knows why she won't be at Final Frontier on December 21.

Grayson Even so.... if I were her, I'd make a statement in this match tonight with Rowan.

The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. They jockey for position. Eventually, Rowan gains the upper hand by applying a side headlock. But Willow quickly shoves Rowan off of her and into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, Willow knocks her down with a standing shoulderblock. The crowd cheers. She then runs into the ropes as Rowan turns over onto her stomach. When Willow comes back, she hops over Rowan and runs into the ropes. Rowan then quickly gets back up to her feet. When Willow comes back, Rowan leap frogs over her. Willow continues to run into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Rowan goes for a hip toss. But Willow blocks it and counters with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as she drops down and makes the cover.

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Clement: A hard clothesline there by Willow. It may have only gotten a one count, but it sure seems like it rocked Rowan.

Grayson: Yeah. Not only is Willow 17 pounds heavier, but she's built like a tank while Rowan looks like she could snap in half like a twig.

Clement: Stop it. What Rowan lacks in strength, she more than makes up for it with speed, agility and technical wrestling.

Grayson: We'll see how much those reversal work out for her when Willow is tossing her around the ring.

Willow picks up Rowan and whips her into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, Willow knocks her down with another clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She drops down and makes the cover.

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Willow gets up, reaches down, grabs Rowan by the wrist and yanks her back up. Willow then knocks her back down with a short-arm clothesline. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Rowan kicks out.

Clement: Willow is having her way with Rowan in the early going of this match. May she is sending a message, letting her fellow FGA newcomers know that she, too, has Pride Championship aspirations.

Willow picks up Rowan, leans her against the ropes and unleashes a knife-edge chop. She then takes Rowan and goes for an irish whip. But Rowan reverses, sending Willow into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Rowan bends over to set up a back body drop. But Willow dives over her, countering into a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd. But Rowan rolls through it, rolls up to her feet, quickly grabs one of Willow's legs and drops down into a single leg lock. The crowd cheers as Rowan cinches in the hold.

Clement: What a counter there by Rowan!

But Willow uses her free leg to repeatedly kick away at Rowan. Willow continues to kick at Rowan until Rowan reluctantly breaks the hold.

As both women scramble to get back up, Rowan reaches out, grabs Willow and throws her down with a snapmare. She then runs into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, she connects with a low angle front dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Willow kicks out.

Rowan picks up Willow and whips her into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Rowan leap frogs over her. Willow then continues to run into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Rowan knocks her down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Willow kicks out.

Clement: Another kick to the face by Rowan, but it only gets two.

Grayson: Yeah, but she may be knocking Willow loopy with all those blows to the head.

Rowan picks up Willow and unleashes a stinging knife-edge chop. She then delivers another chop... and another. After a knee strike to the midsection, Rowan tries to bring Willow down to the mat with a Fujiwara Armbar. But Willow repeatedly blocks the move. So Rowan resigns and delivers a russian leg sweep instead. She makes the cover.

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Willow kicks out.

Rowan picks up Willow and goes for an irish whip. But Willow reverses, sending Rowan into the corner. Willow charges into the corner. But she runs right into an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. While Willow is dazed, Rowan runs from out of the corner. But Willow catches her with a european uppercut. After a knee to the midsection, Willow brings her down with a guillotine crusher to cheers from the crowd. She turns Rowan over and makes the cover.

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Rowan gets her shoulder up.

Willow picks up Rowan and whips her into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, Willow goes for a back elbow to the face. But Rowan ducks and runs into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, Willow goes for a sidewalk slam. But Rowan counters into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Willow gets up, but Rowan knocks her back down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Willow gets back up, Rowan kicks her in the midsection. She quickly follows up with a roundhouse kick that knocks Willow to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Rowan makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Rowan's back in control of this contest!

Grayson: But she needs to keep Willow down. If the match stays standing, Rowan doesn't stand a chance. She just can't match Willow physically. But if she keeps Willow on the ground and wears her down, she's got a chance...

Rowan takes Willow and goes for an irish whip. But Willow reverses, sending Rowan into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, she plants Willow with a float over DDT. The crowd cheers. While Willow is down, Rowan steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckles. Once she gets to the top, she waits for Willow to get into position. When Willow finally gets up and turns around, Rowan leaps off and goes for a diving clothesline. But Willow counters into a powerslam to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter by Willow! Could this be it right here...

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Rowan gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Willow picks up Rowan, lifts her up across her shoulders and delivers Fight The War to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Rowan gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Chaz is chanting words of encouragement on the outside...

Willow picks up Rowan. She delivers three alternating slaps. Willow then goes for the reverse elbow. But Rowan counters with an O'Connor Roll, followed by a prawn hold. The crowd cheers....

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Willow kicks out.

Grayson: She almost stole that one...

After both grapplers scurry to get to their feet, Willow reaches out and quickly delivers a spinning facebuster to Rowan. The crowd cheers. While Rowan is down, Willow gets up and steps through the ropes. After walking along the apron, Willow begins to climb the turnbuckles. But once she's at the top, Rowan darts over and connects with a dropkick to the shin. Willow quickly loses her balance, slips and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. After climbing up to the top ropes, Rowan grabs Willow and plants her with an avalanche DDT. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd Rowan then slowly turns over and makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How did she get her shoulder up after that?

Grayson: I do not know...

Rowan picks up Willow and brings her over towards the corner. After lifting her up and sitting her down backwards on the top turnbuckle, Rowan begins to climb the ropes. She goes for an avalanche belly to back suplex, but Willow grabs the top rope. So Rowan delivers a forearm to the back of the neck. She then goes for another avalanche belly to back suplex. But again, Willow holds onto the top rope. Willow then proceeds to elbow Rowan in the face. She eventually knocks Rowan off the ropes and to the canvas. The crowd cheers. After slowing standing up on the top turnbuckle, Willow flips off and connects with Touch The Sky. The crowd cheers as she hooks the leg....

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"Are We All We Are" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, WILLOW SWAINE!

The crowd cheers as the ref raises Willow's arm in victory.

Clement: Big win there by Willow Swaine. I thought she was done for after that top rope DDT from Rowan. But she managed to pull it out.

Grayson: She did. Rowan had her set up for that belly to back off the top. But she held onto that top rope with all her might. And when Rowan fell down after those elbows to the face, Willow was in the perfect spot to hit that moonsault.

[FGA Office]

(Standing backstage in front of the ever familiar FGA Red Lion logo, Spencer Burke can be seen eyeing the camera, ready to go. Microphone locked securely between his left hand's finger's and palm, Burke's smile is stretching from ear to ear.)

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen. My guest at this time, the former two-time Pride Champion, Chris Bond.

(Burke turns to his right, and looks up towards the battle hardened veteran, Chris Bond. Bond's face is rugged, while he himself is dressed in jeans and his very own #FGAProud t-shirt. Bond nods in approval of hearing his own name.)

Spencer Burke: Two weeks ago Chris, your team was the victim of happenstance as the FGA Heavyweight Champion let his anger get the better of him. It cost your team a victory, one which would have helped you on your quest to overcome the next obstacle in your way, Dominic Harter.

(Bond tenses up slightly at the mere mention of Harter's name, the stitches above his left eye a reminder of his hatred. A snarl appears at the corner of his mouth.)

Chris Bond: I'm assuming you were looking for something there Spencer, but all I'm willing to say is that Dom Harter is going to get what's coming to him. I don't care if Sean Sands would have taken Chris Q's head clean off with that chair; victory wasn't a requirement to get some payback. And clocking Harter for a good five minutes after we left ringside, well...

(A rather sick smirk quickly replaces the snarl.)

Chris Bond: that was just the cherry on top.

(Bond lets out a quick laugh, patting Burke on the shoulder. Burke adjusts his tie for a moment, obviously uncomfortable discussing Dom Harter or rather any member of the Murder.)

Spencer Burke: Speaking of Dom Harter, it was with the help of the Murder's "Crowette" Reagan Clarke that afforded him the opportunity to sneak attack you, busting you open with the help from a steel chair. Those seven stitches across your upper left eye must be fueling your hate for the one-time FGA Heavyweight Champion?

(Bond traces the stitches with his right index finger. The snarl quickly returns.)

Chris Bond: Truthfully Spencer, I don't need any fuel for that fire. My hatred of Dom Harter rages like a wildfire in the middle of a dry-spell. And the fact that the little pissant won't shut up, especially behind the safety of his keyboard... well, when I do get my hands on him. I will make it my personal mission to put an end to his very existence. Dom Harter doesn't stand a chance at Final Fronti--

(The sentence is interrupted by the arrival of The Tenacious Little Bastard, attacking Bond from behind with a clubbing forearm to the back of the head. Bond staggers forward as Harter continues clubbing him, raining down shots with speed and ferocity, before throwing the former Pride champion head first into the nearby wall. The FGA banner that was hanging on the wall falls down, covering Bond, but Harter continues, relentlessly stomping his battle hardened foe all around the head and upper body.)

(Harter takes a step back to inspect the damage, his chest heaving, his face contorted with rage as he turns his attention towards the legs of Bond. He grabs the surgically repaired knee and places it across the floor before his own knee down across it. Not once, but twice. Bond howls in pain as backstage personnel finally arrive to drag Harter away as some of the medical staff tend to the fallen Bond.)

[FGA Office]

Alistair Mangold vs. Riley Owens

“Carpe Diem” by August Burns Red begins to play over the speakers. Owens walks out onto the entrance ramp. He adjusts his wrist tape and then slowly walks down the ramp.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Miami, Florida by way of Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 200 pounds.... RILEY OWENS!

Owens slides into the ring. He heads to the nearest turnbuckle; he climbs the turnbuckle and raises a fist. The hops off the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent.

Clement: Riley Owens is trying to bounce back from his team's lost two weeks ago in the Six Man Tag.

Grayson: He wasn't the one that got pinned. But a loss' a loss. And I know he doesn't want to be going into that 4-Way Fray with another L.

"Back Round" blasts through the speakers and Alistair Mangold appears from the backstage area. The legend ignores the chorus of boos that shower him from all sides and walks towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and throws his coat to the ring crew member. As he stands in the middle of the ring, he spreads his hands and closes his eyes. All the lights in the arena black out except for a spotlight that shines on him from above. People still boo, but Mangold takes a bow like he is cheered and the lights come back on again. The music dies out and just after that, Alistair is introduced.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Sacramento, California! Weighing in at 280 pounds! He is "The God Among Men".... ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

Mangold raises his arms and boos shower him again.

Clement: If there's one person that doesn't Need More Nate, it's Alistair Mangold.

Grayson: On the contrary, Mangold would love for nothing more than to get more Nate. He wants all the Nate he can get. It will be so much sweeter knowing that Nate tried his hardest and still lost to him.

The bell sounds as Mangold tries to cut off the ring, forcing Owens into the corner. After several fakes, Mangold lunges forward to attack Owens. But Owens moves out of the way. When Mangold turns around, Owens delivers a shoot kick to the leg. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Riley wisely uses his speed advantage to get out of the way.

Grayson: Mangold could probably squash that kid's head like a tomato. I don't blame him for acting like a coward.

Clement: Coward? It's calls strategy.

Grayson: Ah, that's what they call being scared now. I see, I see.

Mangold rubs his leg as he seethes with pain. He then lunges forward at Owens again. But again, Owens moves out of the way. When Mangold turns around, Owens delivers another shoot kick. This time, to the opposite leg. The crowd cheers.

Clement: And Owens again gets the better of Mangold.

Grayson: Just like a bull eventually gores the matador, Mangold is going to beat the hell out of Owens when he gets his big mits on him.

Mangold kicks the bottom rope in anger. After circling the ring, he tries to close in on Owens. Meanwhile, Owens continues to back up until he finds himself up against the ropes. Mangold lunges forward. But again, Owens manages to escape. When Mangold turns around, Owens goes for a third shoot kick. This time, Mangold catches his foot.

Grayson: Nope, not this time! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on m-

But Owens quickly counters with an enzuigiri, sending Mangold stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers.

Clement: You were saying something?

Once Owens rolls to the outside, Mangold greets him with a knee to the midsection. He then delivers a double leg pick up, only to run forward and ram Owens back-first into the ring post. The crowd boos as Owens goes down. He arches his back in pain.

Grayson: I'm sorry, were YOU saying something? This is just a preview of what's in store for that little runt Nate Adams. I hope he's watching.

Mangold heads over, picks up Owens and scoops him up across his shoulder. He then walks over and drops Owens throat-first across the barricade to boos from the crowd. Owens bounces off the barricade and falls to the floor. The crowd boos as Mangold puts the boots to him. Mangold then picks up Owens, only to throw him back down with a military press slam. The crowd boos. But the boots slowly turn to cheers. Mangold looks up once he notices the cheers. He then turns and sees Nate Adams making his way down the aisle.

Clement: Evan, I think he's most definitely watching...

Mangold points at Nate, warning him to stay away. Nate does so.

Grayson: That's right. He better stay away. He doesn't want any of Ma-

But not before pointing behind Mangold. When Mangold turns around, he turns right into Cyclone Kill from Owens, sending him stumbling into the barricade to cheers from the crowd. Owens goes over, grabs Mangold, slams his head against the apron and rolling him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Mangold kicks out.

Grayson: This isn't fair. He's not even supposed to be out here.

Clement: Neither was Chaths, but you had no problem when he came out during Jaxie's match with Richards.

Grayson: ............

After picking up Mangold and delivering a series of Muay Thai kicks, Owens runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Mangold throws out a lariat. But Owens ducks and runs into the ropes. When Mangold turns around, he turns right into a front dropkick to the knee. The crowd cheers as Mangold drops to one knee. Owens gets right back up and deliveries a roundhouse kick to the head. The crowd cheers. While Mangold is still dazed, Owens sizes him up before delivering a sole butt kick to the face. The crowd cheers. While Mangold is still dazed, Owens grabs him, places him in a cravate, and delivers several knee strikes to the face. The crowd cheers. Once Owens lets go, Mangold falls face-first onto the mat. The crowd cheers as Owens pushes him over and makes the cover.

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Mangold gets his shoulder up.

Clement: I'm surprised Mangold even has the wherewithal to get his shoulder up after all those strikes to the head.

Grayson: He's The God Among Men. Try not to act so surprised...

As Owens picks up Mangold, Mangold nails him with a punch to the midsection. He then knocks Owens down after delivering a headbutt. The crowd boos. He then picks up Owens and whips him into the ropes. When Owens comes back, Mangold lifts him up for a one handed spienbuster. But on the one way up, Owens delivers an overhead elbow, causing Mangold to drop him. The crowd cheers. He then nails Mangold with a Roaring Elbow to cheers from the crowd. Mangold stumbles back. So Owens sizes him up before connecting with another Rolling Elbow, knocking Mangold down to cheers from the crowd. Nate can be seen clapping.

Grayson: I don't know what he's clapping for.

Clement: Mangold just got clobbered with those elbows. I'm not sure how much more he can take...

As Mangold slowly turns over and tries to push himself off the mat, Owens runs over and connects with Unnecessary Roughness to cheers from the crowd. He turns Mangold over and makes the cover.

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“Carpe Diem” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, RILEY OWENS!

The ref raises Riley's arm to cheers from the crowd. Meanwhile, Nate walks backwards up the aisle as he applauds Riley.

Clement: Riley Owens gets perhaps the biggest win of his career over Alistair Mangold.

Grayson: But not without help from that runt Nate Adams. I'm glad he's enjoying this. Once Final Frontier rolls around, he won't be enjoying much of anything.

Clement: Nate Adams had nothing to do with Mangold until Mangold reappeared and attacked him twice. I don't blame Nate at all for taking joy in this. But you know what's going to be even better for Nate? The moment when he gets his arm raised after beating Mangold at Final Frontier...

[FGA Office]

[PREVIOUSLY RECORDED]

(Max Powers and Landon Knight, the Super Mario Wrestling Bros, are standing in front of a pink backdrop with several Japanese characters scrolled across. In the center of the backdrop is the outside of Japan.)

Max: Everyone seems to want to know what happened to us. It's pretty simple, actually. The last month or so has been great for Landon and I. Right after we shocked the world and beat The Usual Suspects, we get a call. A call asking us how we'd like to take part in an upcoming tour of Japan. It's not everyday that you get asked to tour for a Japanese promotion. So how could we not say yes?

Landon: But don't think we forgot about you FGA? We think about you guys everyday. And we think about those Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Titles. When we beat The Usual Suspects that night, people couldn't believe it. People then thought it would be a forgone conclusion that we would be the next in line for a shot at those titles. But as you can see, we're not.

Max: At Final Frontier, it's going to be an Ultimate Endurance Match. The Usual Suspects will defend against The Murder, The Shoot Kings and Bloodbath & Beyond. Nowhere in that match will you find the Super Mario Wrestling Bros. And honestly, we're not that upset about it.

Landon: Our win over Chris and Jason, it was great. It was a night that we'll never forget. But it was just one win. That win doesn't erase the fact that we got knocked out in the first round of the Dynamic Duos Tag Tournament. It doesn't erase the fact that we lost to Bloodbath & Beyond under some shady circumstances. And it doesn't erase our loss to The Shoot Kings at Respect is Earned.

Max: That win doesn't negate any of those things. But just like our match with the Shoot Kings, we earned even more respect the night that we defeated the Tag Team Champions. On that night, we proved that we were legit. We proved that we were for real and that we deserved a title shot. So the next time face the champions, those belts will be on the line.

Landon: Murder. Kings. Bloodbath. Suspects. We wish you guys the best of luck at Final Frontier. We hope you guys beat the hell out of each other. Whichever one of you climbs that ladder and snatches those belts, just know that the Super Mario Wrestling Bros will be down below waiting. We'll be waiting for you. And we'll be tipping that ladder over, sending you guys crashing back to reality.

Max: The SMWB will be ringing in the new year with a bang. Head stomps and uppercuts will be served to every tag team in 2014. So watch out... because we're coming for those belts!

Landon: 1-Up!

[FGA Office]

Jack Reynolds vs. Nate Adams

As "Heir To the Throne" by I Am Abomination plays over the PA system, a man appears from behind the curtain. The man whom stands at five foot eight, walks directly to the center of the entrance ramp, sending a cold glaze of a stare towards all of the crowd. Jack drops to a knee, then lowers his other knee, so that he is on both knees. Jack then proceeds by letting both of his arms go outwards as to embrace whatever reaction it is the crowd is throwing at him, may it be positive or negative. A smirk envelopes his face as he twist his head off to the left and spits into the crowd, to their dismay of such actions. After a few more moments, Reynolds hops up to both of his feet and walks down the entrance ramp, both of his hands above his head, as if to try and avoid touching the crowd, showing a sign of feeling greater than them.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 205 pounds! He is “The Technical Messiah”.... JACK REYNOLDS!

Once Reynolds reaches the bottom of the ramp, he circulates around the ring, a fan is cheering for him and is holding his hand out for a high five. Reynolds goes to give him one before retracting his hand unto his wet hair, gathering some of the moisture and flicking it into the fans eyes, as he smirks and sends a slight (calm) dash for the ring apron, bending in one knee as he slides up onto the apron, grasping the ropes as he hoist himself up to a full standing position. Jack flings his right arm across his chest to grasp the ring rope behind him, with a forceful pull of that particular rope, Wilhelm spins his entire body around, allowing his left arm to latch upon the same rope. Thus resulting in Reynolds having his arms upon the rope and leaning on said rope gazing out into the crowd, a style that drastically resembles one of Chris Jericho's. Once stand Jack enters the ring through the centre ropes and walks to the middle in a slight spin holding his hands up once more, resembling the same pose as on the stage. His theme begins to fade out from thus point.

Clement: Jack Reynolds continues his quest to rid garbage wrestling from the sport. Well he could be headed in the right direction as he heads into that 4-Way Fray at Final Frontier. The winner of that much could be well on their way to a Pride Championship Match.

Grayson: We've seen the other three grapplers in that match already. Riley and Jaxie won while Rowan came up short. Will Reynolds fall victim to that little runt Nate Adams? Or will he do me and Alistair a favor by knocking his block off?

"Blue Orchid" by the White Stripes hits over the speakers, and Nate Adams steps onto the stage, looking around the crowd and giving a little nod. He then jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with whatever handful of fans is actually interested enough to high five him.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Aurora, Illinois! Weighing in at 233 pounds.... NATE ADAMS!

He circles the ring, hyping the crowd a bit before coming back around to slide inside. He scales the middle turnbuckle then, pumping a fist in the air before hopping back down and heading to his corner to prepare for the opening bell.

Grayson: Nate Adams was all smiles when Riley Owens beat Mangold. But we'll see whose laughing when Reynolds wrestles circles around him.

The bell sounds as both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Reynolds moves Nate into the corner. After pressing Nate up against the turnbuckles, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Reynolds makes the clean break. He steps back, holding his arms up. Once there's distance between the two, Nate heads from out of the corner and circles the ring.

The two inch towards each other before locking up. Reynolds places Nate in a side headlock. But he quickly performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. The crowd boos as Reynolds repeatedly jerks the arm. But Nate leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. The crowd cheers. He then transitions into a side headlock of his own. But Reynolds is quick to shove Nate off of him and into the ropes. When Nate comes back, he knocks down Reynolds with a running shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Reynolds turns over onto his stomach. When Nate comes back, he stops and delivers an elbow drop to the back. The crowd cheers as he turns Reynolds over and makes the cover.

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As Nate picks up Reynolds, Reynolds delivers a shoulder thrust to the midsection. He then delivers a right hand to the face, sending Nate stumbling into the ropes. He goes over, grabs Nate and goes for an irish whip. But Nate holds onto the top rope with his free arm. So Reynolds goes for another irish whip but again, Nate holds on to the top rope. He quickly swats Reynolds' arm from off of him and follows up with a series of knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Reynolds throws him down with an arm drag to boos from the crowd. Nate gets up, but Reynolds throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. The crowd boos. When Nate gets back up, Reynolds kicks him in the midsection and follows up with an arm wrench. While holding his arm, Reynolds heads into the corner, climbs up to the top rope and performs a rope walk. The crowd boos as Reynolds jumps off and throws down Nate with another arm drag.

Clement: Pretty back and forth contest thus far. But it looks like the veteran is starting to gain the upperhand.

Grayson: And look, The God Among Men has decided to grace us.

Down the ramp walks Mangold to boos from the crowd. Mangold is still favoring his jaw from his match with Riley.

As Nate gets up, Reynolds runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Nate ducks, sending him into the ropes. When Reynolds comes back, Nate throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd cheers. When Reynolds gets back up, Nate scoops him up and throws him down with a scoop slam. The crowd cheers. Reynolds gets back up, but Nate knocks him down with a dropkick. The crowd cheers. As Reynolds gets back up, Nate goes for another dropkick. But Reynolds side steps and swats him down. The crowd boos. Mangold smirks.

Clement: Nate can't let Mangold be a distraction. Reynolds is too skilled in that ring. Nate can't take his eyes off of him.

Nate tries to get up, but Reynolds run over and kicks Nate in the ribs, sending him rolling over onto his back. The crowd boos as Reynolds picks up Nate, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Nate around, Reynolds delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After sizing up Nate, he then delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. The crowd boos. He then grabs Nate and goes for an irish whip. But Nate reverses, sending Reynolds into the opposite corner. After clutching his ribs, Nate runs across the ring, but he runs right into a boot to the face. As Nate stumbles back, Reynolds runs from out of the corner and takes him down with an STO. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Nate gets his shoulder up.

Reynolds picks up Nate, lifts him up across his shoulders and delivers a gutbuster. The crowd boos as he makes the cover...

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Nate gets his shoulder up.

Reynolds picks up Nate, scoops him up with a fireman's carry and then delivers a double knee buster. The crowd boos.

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Nate gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Mangold can be seen mocking Nate on the outside by clutching his ribs.

Clement: Nate is hurting, Evan. He looks to be in bad shape. One of those ribs may be broken.

Grayson: Oh, poor Nate. Please!

Reynolds picks up Nate and throws him down with a scoop slam. After stepping through the ropes, Reynolds climbs up to the top turnbuckles. Reynolds leaps off, going for a diving back senton. But Nate rolls out of the way, causing Reynolds to land back-first on the apron. The crowd cheers as Nate rolls back over and makes the cover.

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Reynolds gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: If Reynolds hit that senton, that could have been it.

Grayson: What a shame that he missed...

Nate picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending Nate into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Reynolds delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He then picks Nate and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Nate stumbles back, Reynolds jumps up and takes him down with a double knee backbreaker. The crowd boos. Reynolds then picks Nate back up, hooks his arms and delivers Welcome to Cananda Motherfucker. The crowd boos as Nate arches his back in pain. Meanwhile, Mangold can be seen enjoying watch Nate rolling around in pain. After picking up Nate by his hair, Reynolds grabs him from behind and delivers The Great Divide to boos from the crowd....

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THREE!

“Heir to the Throne” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JACK REYNOLDS

Reynolds gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Reynolds was just too much for Nate in there as he picks up the victory. It was a good performance for Reynolds, who heads into that 4-Way Fray with momentum on his side. But who knows if Nate will be 100% heading into the event.

Grayson: Good. Maybe next time, he'll show some respect. Of course, Mangold could always beat it out of him at Final Frontier.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where Spencer Burke is standing with Dom Harter. Burke looks apprehensive after the events earlier tonight, but Harter is smiling slyly.)

Spencer Burke: Dom Harter, tonight we've already seen you attack Reagan Clarke, Des Astor and Chris Bond. Do you have anything to say about what you've done tonight?

Dom Harter: I must not have hit him hard enough, because I saw him walk away.

Spencer Burke: Yes, well…

(Harter grabs the microphone from Burke and turns to talk directly to the camera.)

Dom Harter: Your hatred of me rages like a forest fire, huh, Bond? Guess what, old timer. For three years now you have thought yourself to be better than me. For three years you have thought yourself to be superior to me. You looked down your nose at me when I was in Ascended Supremacy; when I entered ‘your Simcoe’ and aligned with your rivals.

(Harter sneers.)

Dom Harter: And you still do it now. And last month when you interjected yourself in my business – when YOU appeared, when YOU interfered in my affairs, Bond – that was the last straw. Once upon a time I respected you, but I never liked you. And now, Bond, now I see you want to use me to try and get closer to the top of the FGA tree…

(Harter scoffs as he runs a hand through his hair.)

Dom Harter: You should have let Sands come down the aisle. Made him answer a challenge instead of sitting away, rolling his eyes and dismissing challengers like the pretender we all know he is. But YOU thought it best to antagonise me, to piss me off, to CROSS ME! That is never a good ide–

(Just as earlier, Dom Harter is cut off mid-sentence as Chris Bond comes storming in from off camera, jamming his right forearm into Harter's head. Harter flies backwards into the wall. Bond is quick to his feet, laying boots into Harter's midsection. Burke scatters to the side as Bond pulls Harter to his feet and quickly tosses him into a vending machine. The plastic shield cracks as Harter falls backwards, a small package of Skittles falling to the drawer of the machine. Bond drops to the group and starts drilling Harter with lefts and rights as Harter tries to fight his way out of it.)

(Random backstage personnel quickly come rushing in and try to pull the two men apart. And just as the two are separated, Bond pushes pass the two and tackles Harter back to the floor. A loud obscenity can be heard escaping Harter's lips as the two crash into a table backstage. Once more the personnel rushes in and pulls the two of them apart. Anger and rage contorting both of their faces as hands grab and pull at their bodies, forcing them further and further apart. The scene quickly away.)

[FGA Office]

Jimmy is seen sitting on a steel chair in the hallway. He's dressed in his gear, his head held low, staring off into space. The humming of the lights, and the sounds of walking mixed with the sounds of the New Jersey crowd, flooded Jimmy's head. 

Jimmy Page: I ain't got much y'know? I tell people that a lot, I tell'em that I don't have much left in this world. I tell them professional wrestling saved my life. I tell them professional wrestling puts clothes on my back, a decent amount of food in my stomach; It owns me. It's the only true thing I love in th-this screwed up world. But there's somethin' else inside of me that I've got that no one can take, mimic, or duplicate and that is my PRIDE. I have more pride than anyone in this damned arena, and I have more pride than Johnny Karma has in his left testicle. 

Jimmy pauses for a moment.

Jimmy Page: People want entitlements in this business, it's always "me first, me first." they don't wanna make the sacrifices. I MADE the sacrifices! Each morning I woke up in a different bedroom, knowing that the people who let me stay there weren't my parents. Those fake kisses of love, those words of empty promises, I went through that Hell. I had kids, mockin' me, spittin', callin' me cruel, ungodly FUCKIN' names...!! They had parents, they had a house to stay in. I was a stray dog, somethin' people pitied. That's why I act the way I am, I'm a STRAY fuckin' dog, which is why I'm always willing to kill in order to survive Karma, and BELIEVE ME...I ain't lost my bite.

Jimmy begins to stomp his foot, almost in a rhythmatic sound.

Jimmy Page: A stray dog...takes pride in knowing it can survive on those cold streets. His belly rumbling, covered in dirt, wounds...of his fights to the death. A stray dog like me...Johnny Karma...can't be put down so easily. And so...when I finally get to see you in a ring. I just want you to know--I want you to FEEL...what it's like bein' attacked...by a mongrel, a ghoul, a fuckin' goblin like myself. 

Jimmy cocks his head to the side, biting at his thumbnail, chewing at it almost out of anxiety. 

Jimmy Page: Johnny Karma...I don't think you know what you've gotten into...

Jimmy Page stays silent, the camera pans away from him as he continues to sit in his disconnected trance. The scene then begins to fade away...

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Madman Szalinski

"NESkimos" by Dr. Wily Part One blasts over the PA as Madman Szalinski and Ariel Shadows step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. Madman looks out at the adoring crowd and nods his head. He then raises his GFC Commonwealth and Tag Team Title belts to cheers from the crowd. The two make their way down the aisle, acknowledging the fans along the way.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The Fire Fields! Weighing in at 187 pounds! He is “The Human Anomoly”.... MADMAN SZALINSKI!

After running up the steps, Madman enters through the ropes and raises his two championship belts again to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Madman Szalinski, taking part in a rare singles matches tonight in FGA.

Grayson: That's right. Madman has mainly kept it to tag team matches here. We'll see how he fares tonight against Jimmy Page, a man that has been on one hell of a tear.

Clement: With all three teams from the Ultimate Endurance Match still in the building, who knows who will try to get involved in this one...

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.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is “The King of the F'N World”.... JIMMY PAGE!

A spotlight hits him as he glares around, almost in a scowl. 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 has been salivating at the mouth to get his hands on Dom Harter. But he's also got a big match at Final Frontier against Johnny Karma.

Grayson: I like Page. But maybe he has too much on his plate. If I were him, I wouldn't poke the monster that is Dom Harter. He doesn't tend to travel alone that much. And with a big Pride Championship Match coming up, the last thing Page needs is to be screwed out of that match by Dom.

The bell sounds as both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Page moves Madman into the corner. After pressing Madman 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...

Page reluctantly makes the clean break. Suddenly, Madman can be seen laughing. Page looks him up and down, not knowing what to make of this. Madman continues to laugh. Taking offense, Page punches him in the face. But Madman still laughs. So Page reaches back and nails him in the face again. But again, Madman laughs. But the laughter soon stops after page delivers a double chop to the throat. The crowd boos as Madman stumbles from out of the corner holding his throat. But Page shows no mercy as he grabs a hold of Madman and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Madman around, Page chokes him with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Page reluctantly lets go. He then takes Madman and whips him into the opposite corner. Page runs across the ring. But he runs into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. After stumbling back, Page runs back into the corner. But this time, Page runs into a boot to the face. The crowd cheers. As Page stumbles back, Madman runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. Page gets up, but Madman throws him down with an arm drag. Page gets back up, but Madman throws him down with another arm drag. When Page gets back up, Madman delivers an arm wrench into a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers. Madman quickly transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Page if he wants to give up. But Page refuses to quit.

Clement: After getting attacked early on, Madman has quickly taken control of this one.

Grayson: This isn't Madman's first rodeo in singles competition. He knows what he's doing in there. But he's never been in the ring with a man like Page before.

After Page gets back up to his feet, Madman takes him and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Madman connects with a back elbow to the face. The crowd cheers as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Madman makes the cover again.

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Page kicks out.

Madman picks him up and places him in a side headlock. But after three punches to the small of the back, Page shoves Madman off of him and into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Page knocks him down with a running shoulderblock. The crowd boos as Page quickly drops down to one knee and repeatedly punches Madman in the face. He then gets up, picks up Madman, heads into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Madman blocks, grabs Page and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. Madman turns Page around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Page and whips him into the opposite corner. Madman runs across the ring, hops onto Page and monkey flips him from out of the corner to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Page goes flying out of the corner! You know Johnny Karma is somewhere loving this...

Page gets up, but Madman runs over and knocks him down with a bionic elbow. The crowd cheers. Page gets back up, but Madman knocks him down with a running lariat. As Page gets up, Madman runs into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Page scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And there goes his momentum, coming to a screeching halt.

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Madman gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Madman and delivers a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Page goes over and delivers another forearm strike, sending Madman stumbling into the corner. After turning Madman around, Page unleashes a series of elbows strikes to boos from the crowd. He then brings a groggy Madman from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Page goes for a lariat. But Madman ducks and counters with a floatover swinging neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nice counter by Madman. And he goes for the cover...

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Madman is the only man from that 4-Way Fray that's in action tonight. Will the Shoot Kings be at a disadvantage going into Final Frontier?

Grayson: Only if Madman gets hurt.

As Madman picks up Page, Page delivers another double chop to the throat. The crowd boos. While Madman is doubled over, Page takes Madman, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos as Madman falls hard to the outside. After rolling to the outside, Page puts the boots to Madman. He then reaches down, picks up Madman and lifts him up for an atomic drop. But instead, Page turns and throws him down, crotching him across the barricade to boos from the crowd.

Clement: That is the last place that Madman wants to be right now.

Grayson: He'll definitely be talking in a higher pitch for the rest of the night...

After sizing up Madman, Page runs over and connects with a running big boot to the face, knocking Madman off the barricade and to the floor. The crowd boos as Page rolls Madman back into the ring. After draping Madman's upper body across the apron, Page hops onto the apron. After a couple of steps back, he runs forward and connects with a leg drop. The crowd boos as Madman rolls back into the ring, holding his chest in pain. Page quickly rolls back in and makes the cover.

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Madman gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Page is really taking it to Madman. I don't know if he's got visions of Harter or Karma. But it's definitely not doing Madman any favors tonight...

Page goes to pick up Madman, but Madman quickly rolls him up with a small package. The crowd cheers....

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Page kicks out.

Before Madman can even get up, Page lunges over and connects with the Trauma Symphony to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Knee right to the head!

Grayson: That's got to be it.

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Madman gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Page looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers at him.

Page picks up Madman and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. After lifting Madman up onto his shoulders, Page goes for a turnbuckle powerbomb. But Madman counters with a hurricanrana at the last minute. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Timely counter by Madman Szalinski. That turnbuckle powerbomb may have spelled the end for him in this match.

As both men get up, Madman connects with a european uppercut. Page responds with a forearm strike. Madman connects with another european uppercut. Page connects with another forearm strike. He then kicks Madman in the midsection before Madman can deliver another uppercut. Page then throws another forearm strike. But Madman blocks it and counters with an open palm strike. He then delivers another open palm strike... and another... and another.... and another. He then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Madman into the ropes. When Madman comes back, he knocks down Page with a running lariat to cheers from the crowd. Madman continues to run into the ropes as Page gets up. When Page turns around, he turns into another running lariat to cheers from the crowd. As Page gets up, Madman kicks him in the midsection and delivers a snap release fisherman's suplex to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Madman picks up Page and delivers a jumping shin kick to the midsection. He then takes Page and delivers a release northern lights suplex to cheers from the crowd. Madman picks up Page and whips him into the corner. He then shouts at “READY!” before getting down in the three point stance. “SET!” yells out Madman. But just as he's about to charge forward and deliver the Tecmo Elbows, Johnny Karma spins him around and plants him with Instant Karma to boos from the crowd. The referee immediately calls for the bell.

Clement: Where the heck did he come from?

Grayson: I don't know...

After the match, Page comes from out of the corner as Karma rolls to the outside. Karma can be seen pointing at Page, telling him that no one will be there to save him at Final Frontier. He then raises his Pride Championship to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Johnny Karma just saved Jimmy Page. But why, I don't know...

Winner by Disqualification: Madman Szalinski