Final Frontier

[FGA Office]

Dark Match

Dandy Holiday vs. Joshua Black

The bell sounds as both men lock up. Black places Holiday in a side headlock. But he quickly performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. Black begins to jerk the arm, sending jolts of pain up and down Holiday's shoulder. But Holiday is able to lean forward and reverse into a hammerlock of his own, which the crowd cheers for. The ref asks Black if he wants to give up. But Black refuses to quit. After getting himself in position, he's able to elbow Holiday in the face, breaking the hold. The crowd boos Black's blatant cheap shot. He then runs into the ropes. When Black comes back, Holiday knocks him down with a running shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. Holiday then runs into the ropes as Black gets back up to his feet. When Black comes back, Holiday throws him down with an arm drag. He quickly transitions into a shoulderlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Holiday if he wants to give up. But Holiday refuses to quit.

After Holiday gets back up to his feet, Black delivers a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos as Black follows up with an arm wringer. But Holiday rolls forward, leans back, kips up, swats Black's arm off of him and follows up with a dropkick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Holiday picks up Black and places him in a side headlock. But Black shoves Holiday off of him and into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Black leap frogs over him. Holiday continues to run into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Black goes for a hip toss. But Holiday steps through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. Black gets back up, but Holiday throws him back down with another arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Black gets up, Holiday clinches his neck with both hands. He then proceeds to deliver a series of knee strikes to the face and midsection. While Black appears rocked, Holiday grabs him and whips him into the corner. Holiday then runs across the ring and connects with a running forearm smash to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Black and goes to whip him into the opposite corner. But Black reverses, sending Holiday into the opposite corner to boos from the crowd. Black runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Black turns and stumbles away from the corner, Holiday grabs him from behind and delivers a release german suplex into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Black gets his shoulder up.

Holiday picks up Black and whips him into the ropes. When Black comes back, Holiday lifts him up and delivers a flapjack to cheers from the crowd. While Black is curled up in pain, Holiday steps through the ropes and makes his way up to the top turnbuckle. When Black finally gets up and turns around, Holiday leaps off and goes for a missile dropkick. But Black side steps and swats him down to boos from the crowd. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Black picks up Holiday and nails him with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then delivers a snap suplex to boos from the crowd. Black then turns over and makes the cover.

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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Black picks up Holiday and whips him into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Black scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Black picks up Holiday, scoops him up across his shoulder and goes for a running powerslam. But Holiday slips down from behind and shoves Black into the corner. The crowd cheers as Black's chest connects with the top turnbuckle. As Black stumbles back, Holiday comes from behind and connects with a running high knee to the back of the head. The crowd cheers as Holiday makes the cover.

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Black gets his shoulder up.

Holiday picks up Black and goes for an irish whip. But Black reverses, sending Holiday into the ropes. As Holiday bounces off the ropes, Heather trips him up to boos from the crowd. Holiday immediately turns around and kicks in Heather's direction. But Heather moves out of the way just in the nick of time. When Holiday turns around, Black grabs him around the waist and throws him down with the Succession of Greatness. He then stands over Holiday and yells “Greatness, Bitch” to boos from the crowd. Black then reaches down, picks up Holiday and delivers the And Boom Goes the Dynamite to boos from the crowd.

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Winner: Joshua Black

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Kevin Grayson: Welcome everyone to another Frontier Grappling Arts supershow presentation! I am Kevin Clement. Joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. And we are here live in the city that never sleeps for FINAL FRONTIER! We are here at the sold out Grand Ballroom inside of the Manhattan Center! And Evan, we have got a jam packed supershow for this hot New York crowd! From top to bottom, this event is stacked!

Evan Grayson: It most definitely is. Tonight, all three championships are on the line. Contendership matches are on the line. And a whole lot of pride is on the line.

Clement: Let's talk about our first of three championship matches when Jimmy Page goes up against New York City's own, Johnny Karma.

Grayson: Tonight, Johnny Karma will finally get the respect and the appreciation that he deserves. No longer will he be booed. No longer will Cherry Baum have to listen to the disgusting catcalls. Tonight, your Iron King, your Karmic Lion, the Leader of the Pride, Johnny Karma, will be showered with nothing but love when he steps out into that ring against Jimmy Page.

Clement: Jimmy Page is one tough customer. There's only one blemish on his record. And that loss was not without controversy. Page has gone toe to toe with some of the best that FGA has to offer.

Grayson: But has he gone up against THE best? He hasn't. But he will tonight.

Clement: In our second of three championship matches, it will be an Ultimate Endurance Match as The Usual Suspects defend against Bloodbath & Beyond, The Shoot Kings and the former champions, The Murder.

Grayson: Some would say that over the past few months, Chris Tryon has grown from a boy into a man. Some would say that The Usual Suspects have become a well oiled machine. But what I see are kinks in the armor. Ever since they won those belts, they've seemingly done nothing but lose. Tryon's main squeeze left him for the wisdom that comes from the mouth of Johnny Blayze. And now, this tag team, this team that is reeling, has to outlast three other tag teams? Can they they do? Sure. Will they do it? Absolutely not!

Clement: And in our main event, Chris Q challenges Sean Sands for the F--

Grayson: No, no, no, you have it all wrong. It's Chris Q, the REAL FGA Heavyweight Champion, defending HIS gold against that FAKE, that FRAUD that PHONY Sean Sands. Can you believe Sands would stoop so low as to create a fake belt? I mean my goodness. Talk about denial. Hey Sean, it's over. Once Chris Q lays this issue to rest once and for all, you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before. Go find a new tag team partner or something. That main event stage is reserved for only the best. And tonight, the Big Bad will prove why he is exactly that.

Clement: Well that remains to be seen. But what we do know is this. Sean Sands IS the real Champion. Sean Sands DID defeat Chris Q for that FGA Heavyweight Championship back in October. And if Chris Q wants to be the FGA Heavyweight Champion, then he's going to have to go through the man that BEAT him.

Clement: Ladies and gentlemen, those three matches are just the tip of the iceberg. We have so much more to come here tonight. But before we sent it to the ring, let's send it to the back where Spencer Burke is standing by. Spencer...

[FGA Office]

(( FGA's backstage interview, Spencer Burke, is standing by. ))

Spencer Burke: Thanks Kevin. As we've all seen, this personal issue between Chris Bond and Dom Harter has gotten more and more violent has the week's have gone on.

FGA referees, officials and backstage personnel have tried to keep these two at bay. But it's been to no avail. And as usual with The Murder, when you see one, the other two aren't far behind.

That is why tonight, FGA Officials have enlisted a special enforcer for tonight's First Blood Match. This man will be impartial. He will be fair. And he will keep the rest of The Murder at bay.

That man, of course, is Kevin Hardaway.

Last year, Hardaway made his FGA debut. Tonight, Hardaway makes his long awaited return.

Guys, back to you...

[FGA Office]

Triple Threat Match
Ryan Kidd vs. Jason Richards vs. Drew Stevenson

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: The following is your opening contest of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall and it is a Triple Threat Match! Introducing first, representing The Church of Beyond! From Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 202 pounds! He is "The Strong Style Wolf".... 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: Richards is looking to start off the night right for The Church of Beyond.

Grayson: His fellow Beyonders, Johnny Blayze and Chaths, are in that big Ultimate Endurance Match later on tonight. If Richards can get the win here, then Bloodbath & Beyond can ride that momentum to a Tag Title victory!

The arena lights suddenly just shut off, consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as the fans cheer.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Kansas City, Missouri! Weighing in at 250 pounds! He is "The Emerald" Drew Stevenson!

He begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

Clement: Drew Stevenson is making his in-ring debut here tonight in FGA. And while this could be a star making performance, there's one man that already doesn't think highly of him. And that's Ryan Kidd.

Grayson: Well apparently Ryan didn't take too kindly to come words that Stevenson had for him. As far as Kidd is concerned, he should be less concerned with Stevenson's mouth and more concerned about his actions in this ring. If Kidd doesn't stay focused, Stevenson could steal this match right out from under him.

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. “Light Up The Sky“ by Thousand Foot Krutch suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He steps out from the smoke and pumps up the crowd as the song rips through the ears of the fans.

Cruz: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 215 pounds! he is the SoCal Superstar.... RYAN KIDD!

As the red lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp and slaps some hands of the fans ringside. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and raises his arm. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms and roars to pump up the crowd. He somersaults down from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then somersaults down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits for the opening bell.

Clement: Ryan Kidd, after many months away, has made his long awaited return to FGA.

Grayson: Well I certainly haven't been waiting for him to return. And neither should anyone else if they have any sense. Ryan is a great competitor. I've never taken that away from him. But the man has always left the big match slip right through his fingers. And if you ask me, I doubt anything has changed.

The bell sounds as all three men cautiously circle the ring. All three men keep their head on a swivel, knowing that any one of their opponents can attack at any moment. Just then, both Kidd and Stevenson rush over and attack Richards in the corner to cheers from the crowd. The two men go to town on Richards, hammering away with clubbing shots to the back and punches to the midsection.

The two men take Richards from out of the corner and whip him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Stevenson and Kidd go for a double clothesline. But Richards ducks, runs towards the ropes and delivers a handspring back elbow to both men. The crowd boos as Richards kips back up and throws his arm in the arm. He then puts the boots to both men, taking turns stomping away at Stevenson and then Kidd.

Clement: After a slow start, Richards is getting into the fray for himself here.

Grayson: He better hurry up though if he doesn't want to get back to where he started from.

Clement: He looks to have things handled, to be honest.

Richards picks up Kidd and whips him into the corner. He then picks up Stevenson and whips him into the opposite corner. Richards runs across the ring, jumps and connects with a flying discus forearm to Stevenson. The crowd boos as Richards turns, runs across the ring and goes for a flying discus forearm strike to Kidd. But the crowd cheers as Kidd moves out of the way, causing Richards to connect with nothing but the turnbuckle.

As Richards stumbles back, Kidd runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he flips over Richards and brings him down with the Throwback. The crowd cheers as Kidd turns him over and makes the cover.

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Stevenson breaks up the pin with an elbow drop to the back.

Clement: Kidd almost close there getting the victory and starting his climb back up the ladder of the FGA roster.

Grayson: Until he falls off again. Am I right, or am I right? See, that means two things. Proverbially and the fact that the Murder pushed him off...

Clement: I heard you the first time.

Stevenson picks up Kidd and shoves him into the corner. He delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection, followed by a series of knee thrusts. He then takes Kidd and whips him towards the opposite corner. But Kidd runs up the turnbuckle, flips off the top and knocks down the oncoming Stevenson with the Ricochet. The crowd cheers as Kidd makes the cover.

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Richards pulls Kidd off of Stevenson to boos from the crowd.

As Kidd gets up on his knees, Richards delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. After sizing up Kidd, Richards goes for a Kawada Kick to the head. But Kidd catches his leg to cheers from the crowd. Kidd gets up to his feet. But Richards quickly counters with an enzuigiri, sending Kidd stumbling through the ropes and to the floor to boos from the crowd. While Kidd slowly gets up on the outside, Richards runs into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Stevenson catches him out of nowhere with a snap powerslam. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg.

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Richards kicks out.

Clement: All three men are trying their damnedest to show off to the higher ups in FGA. Who wants it more though?

Grayson: They are definitely showing off that we have one of the best rosters in wrestling today. And this is only the first match of the show.

Clement: Especially with a veteran like Kidd, somebody with experience like Richards...even the newcomer to FGA, Stevenson, is throwing a fighting effort.

Grayson: Okay, maybe not EVERYBODY can be the best.

Stevenson picks up Richards and delivers a forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling into the corner. As Stevenson approaches, Richards throws out a kick to the midsection. The crowd boos as Richards takes Stevenson and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Stevenson around in the corner, Richards delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd boos. Richards then brings Stevenson from out of the corner and throws him down with a snap suplex. The crowd boos as Richards points to the top turnbuckle before stepping through the ropes. As Richards climbs up the turnbuckles, Kidd hops up onto the apron and shoves Richards off. The crowd cheers as Richards flips off and lands back-first onto the floor.

Kidd then turns and sees Stevenson slowly getting back up to his feet. When Stevenson turns around, Kidd connects with a springboard discus forearm to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Stevenson kicks out.

Kidd picks up Stevenson and goes for an irish whip. But Stevenson reverses, sending Kidd into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he takes down Stevenson with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Stevenson gets up, but Kidd throws him down with an arm drag. Stevenson gets back up, but Kidd knocks him back down with a dropsault. The crowd cheers. As Stevenson gets back up, Kidd meets him with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs a hold of Stevenson's arm before delivering an arm trap swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Richards runs over and breaks up the pin with a stomp to the head. The crowd boos as Richards mouths off at them.

Grayson: That's it, Jason. You need that kind of attitude if you're going to win. It's the only way.

Clement: Yeah, the only way to get your head kicked into the third row.

Grayson: Who asked you? Really.

Richards picks up Kidd and nails him with a series of rapid headbutts. After Kidd stumbles back into the ropes, Richards takes Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Richards hoists him up into the air. As Kidd comes back, Richards nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. The crowd boos as Kidd doubles over in pain. Richards then quickly takes advantage by grabbing Kidd and delivering the J.R. Driver to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Stevenson breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Stevenson with the save!

Stevenson picks up Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Stevenson throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to cheers from the crowd. Stevenson then picks up Richards, brings him into the corner and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Stevenson grabs Richards and goes for a superplex. But Richards holds onto the top rope for dear life. After a series of punches to the midsection, Richards breaks free. The crowd boos as he nails Stevenson with a headbutt before hitting him with a forearm strike. The forearm strike causes Stevenson to fall to the canvas.

As Stevenson slowly gets back up, Richards stands up on the top turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for a flying cross body block. But Stevenson moves out of the way, causes Kidd to get knocked down by the diving cross body....

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Stevenson breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Come on, Richards...you know better than that. Get Stevenson away from you. He's the gnat.

As Stevenson picks up Richards, Richards swats his arms away before connecting with a superkick. Stevenson stumbles back, but he quickly gathers his bearings and connects with The Emperor's Rise on Richards. As Richards is dazed, Kidd gets up and blindsides Stevenson with the Sudden Impact to cheers from the crowd. As Stevenson is dazed, Kidd turns to Richards. But he turns right into a superkick from Richards. Richards then turns into another Emperor's Rise from Stevenson to cheers from the crowd. While Richards is dazed, Kidd runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks both men down with a jumping clothesline to cheers from the crowd.

Stevenson gets up, but Kidd knocks him down with a roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. As Richards gets up, Kidd turns and throws a roundhouse kick. Richards ducks the roundhouse kick. But Kidd quickly follows up with the pele kick to cheers from the crowd. While Richards is down, Kidd steps out onto the apron. He then springboards onto the top rope before connecting with the Highlight of the Night to cheers from the crowd.

Stevenson then grabs Kidd, pulls him off of Richards, tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. He then quickly goes back over to Richards and makes the cover.

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"Hail to the King" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DREW STEVENSON!

The ref raises Stevenson's arm to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: God! WHAT DID I SAY? He was the fly in all of this and nobody could swat him. Goodness gracious.

Clement: That he was, but Drew Stevenson with a HUGE win in his debut here in FGA. The way he looked out there, we may have an addition to the great roster we're already seeing today.

Grayson: Yeah...yeah, I guess so.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

4-Way Fray
Rowan Grae vs. Jack Reynolds vs. Jaxie Wyatt vs. Riley Owens

"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.

Cruz: The following contest is a 4-Way Fray. And it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Chaz Holiday! Now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 120 pounds.... ROWAN GRAE!

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.

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: This is a huge match for all four of these competitors. The winner will be placed in a #1 contenders match for the Pride Championship. And this young woman might just be the one to go all the way.

Grayson: She's certainly got a lot going for her. She's got the pedigree. She's got her manager. Even her man is in the crowd somewhere. Rowan's got a lot of support. But the only one that can win this match is her. Can she best the other three grapplers in this contest?

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: And her opponent... 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: If you asked some of the odds makers, Jack Reynolds is the odds on favorite to win this one.

Grayson: And can you blame them? He's by far the most experienced of the four. Plus, the man has probably the most impressive arsenal of moves in FGA today. The man is here to wipe out the filth in the world of pro wrestling. And if his opponents aren't careful, he may just wipe out the competition right here tonight.

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: And their opponent, 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: Jaxie Wyatt has been the dark horse ever since this match was announced. Some may see that as being disrespectful. But Jaxie could very well use that to her advantage and come away with a win.

Grayson: Well she better. All I keep hearing from her is "I'm a competitor! I'm a competitor!" Well, we're going to see what Miss Wyatt is made of tonight.

“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: And their opponent, from now residing out of Miami, Florida! 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 the opening bell.

Clement: Riley Owens walked away with an L during that six man tag match a few weeks back. But he quickly bounced back the last time out as he defeated Alistair Mangold. Owens looks to carry that momentum into this match. And from what I hear, he's even got Flex Johnson rooting for him.

Grayson: Flex Schmex. Just like I said earlier about Rowan, the only person that can win this match is him. Not his friends. Not his family. And not some wrestler that is far batter than he'll ever be.

The bell sounds as Riley quickly darts over and blasts Reynolds in the face with the Cyclone Kill, sending Reynolds stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, Jaxie runs over and kicks Rowan in the midsection. She then takes Rowan and whips her into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, she knocks Jaxie down with a cross body block for the cover.

Clement: Beautiful cross body block by Grae!

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Jaxie kicks out.

Grayson: Not even a 2 count!

After bringing Jaxie back up to her feet, Rowan delivers an arm wringer, followed by a clubbing shot to the arm. After Rowan delivers another arm wringer, Jaxie rolls forward, leans back, kips up and throws her down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Rowan gets back up, Jaxie throws her right back down with a side headlock takeover. Rowan is able to reverse into a leg scissors headlock. But Jaxie is able to escape with a kip. up. As Rowan scrambles to get back to her feet, Jaxie runs over and delivers a clothesline, sending her over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd. As Rowan tries to get up on the outside, Jaxie runs into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, she runs forward and motions for a suicide dive. But Rowan connects with a well-timed pele kick, knocking her back into the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: A great back and forth series with Rowan Grae and Jaxie Wyatt!

Grayson: Where the hell is Owen Riley and Jack Daniels?

Clement: You mean Riley Owens and Jack Reynolds?

Grayson: Yeah, those two.

On the other side of the ring, Owens waits impatiently on the apron. He can be seen waving up Reynolds, who is still trying to gather his bearings. Once Reynolds turns around, Owens runs along the apron, leaps off and connects with a flying front dropkick, sending Reynolds flying back-first into the barricade. The try cheers as Reynolds lays face down on the floor, holding his back in pain. Owens gets up, picks up Reynolds and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Owens makes the cover.

Clement: Owens goes for the cover on Reynolds!

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Reynolds gets his foot on the bottom rope to some boos from the New York audience.

Grayson: These fools are trying to rush it right now.

Owens picks up Reynolds and hammers him with a barrage of forearm strikes to the head. While Reynolds is dazed, Riley runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he goes for a rolling elbow. But Reynolds ducks the blow. When Riley turns around, Reynolds throws him down with an STO to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: A nasty STO! Reynolds with the cover!

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Rowan drags Reynolds off of Riley.

Clement: And Rowan Grae makes the save!

Rowan picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending Rowan into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors to cheers from the crowd. Reynolds gets up, but Rowan knocks him back down with a dropkick. As Reynolds gets back up, Rowan goes for another dropkick. But Reynolds side steps and swats her down to boos from the crowd. As Rowan gets up on all fours, Reynolds delivers a kick to the ribs.

Grayson: Reynolds manhandling Grae....which sounds terrible out of context.

Clement: What is wrong with you?

Reynolds picks up Rowan and whips her into the ropes. Reynolds runs into the corner, but Rowan nails him with an elbow to the jaw. As Reynolds stumbles back, Rowan hoists herself up onto the middle rope, jumps off and knocks him down with a diving clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

Clement: A beautiful diving clothesline! Rowan goes for yet another cover!

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Reynolds kicks out.

Grayson: Close, but no cigar!

Rowan picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending Rowan into the ropes. But before she can bounce off the ropes, Jaxie reaches in and yanks Rowan down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. After dragging Rowan to the outside, Jaxie knocks her down with a European uppercut to cheers from the crowd. As Jaxie climbs back up onto the apron, Reynolds goes over to attack her. But Jaxie ducks and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. As Reynolds stumbles back, Jaxie springboards onto the top rope and goes for a diving cross body block. But Reynolds dropkicks her in mid air to boos from the crowd. Reynolds goes over, picks up Jaxie, lifts her up and delivers a vertical suplex stunner to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Clement: That last one may have hurt!

Grayson: I think Jaxie may be down for the count!

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Riley runs over and connects with a baseball slide to the head, knocking Reynolds off of Jaxie to cheers from the crowd. Riley then makes the cover on Jaxie.

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Jaxie gets her shoulder up.

Riley picks up Jaxie, places her in a cravate and connects with a series of knee strikes to the face as the crowd cheers. He follows up by throwing her down with a snapmare. Riley then runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he goes for Unnecessary Roughness. But Jaxie rolls out of the way just in the nick of time. After she gets back up to her feet, she and Riley run at each other. They each throw out and connect with a front kick. The crowd cheers as the two grapplers stumble back. After shaking off the kicks, they run back towards each other and connect with another front kick to cheers from the crowd. After both grapplers stumble back, Riley runs forward and goes for the Cyclone Kill. But Jaxie catches his foot, turns him away from her, grabs him from behind and delivers a rolling cutter to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

Grayson: Haha! Riley Owens looks like a straight chump right now!

Clement: Here goes Wyatt for the cover!

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Reynolds picks up Jaxie, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos as Reynolds goes back over and makes the cover on Riley.

Clement: Reynolds now looking to steal one!

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Riley kicks out.

Reynolds picks up Riley by his arm, wrings it and then brings him into the corner. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, Reynolds proceeds to walk along the top rope to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Riley breaks free and bounces against the ropes. Reynolds then slips, falls and wings up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Rowan then goes over and grabs the top rope on one side of Reynolds as Riley grabs the top rope on the other side. The two then shake the top rope up and down to cheers from the crowd as Reynolds can be heard groaning in pain. Once the two let go, Rowan runs over and connects with an enzuigiri, sending Reynolds falling over the top rope and to the floor. While Reynolds and Jaxie are still down, Rowan points to the outside as the crowd cheers. So Rowan runs into the ropes. But when she comes back, Riley cuts her off with a solebutt kick to the midsection. He then grabs Rowan from behind and goes for the ripcord lariat. But Rowan ducks and counters with an O'Connor Roll into a prawn hold.

Clement: Beautiful counter by Rowan!

Grayson: Again....Riley Owens looks like a chump.

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Riley kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Riley throws a punch. But Rowan ducks and counters with a punch of her own. After a kicking to the midsection, she grabs Riley and goes for an Irish whip. But Riley reverses, sending Rowan into the ropes. But instead of bouncing off the ropes, Rowan hooks her arms on the top rope. Riley then charges forward. But he gets nailed with an elbow to the face. As Riley stumbles back, Rowan bounces into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Riley down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

Clement: Rowan Grae firing on all cylinders here tonight!

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Jaxie breaks up the pin with an elbow drop to the back.

After picking up Rowan, Jaxie nails her with a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. She then takes Rowan and goes for an Irish whip. But Rowan reverses, sending Jaxie into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, she hops up onto Rowan's shoulders and then plants her with a scissored DDT. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

Grayson: Those knife-edge chops were absolutely vicious!

Clement: And after a scissored DDT, Jaxie goes for the cover!

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Rowan gets her shoulder up.

Jaxie picks up Rowan and knees her in the midsection. While Rowan is doubled over, Jaxie delivers a single knee facebreaker. While Rowan is dazed, Jaxie quickly grabs her and throws her down with a snapmare takeover. She then quickly follows up with a rolling neck snap to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Reynolds breaks up the pin with a falling double ax handle smash to the back. The crowd boos...

Grayson: Reynolds breaks it up!

Reynolds picks up Jaxie and whips her into the corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a clothesline that knocks her down to boos from the New York crowd. He then picks up Jaxie, brings her from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, Reynolds lifts her up and takes her down with the Internal Implosion. The crowd boos as Reynolds turns around and makes the cover.

Grayson: Internal Implosion by Reynolds!

Clement: Jaxie Wyatt seems to be knocked out, folks!

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Jaxie gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Reynolds picks up Jaxie and sets her up for a double underhook maneuver. But Jaxie quickly breaks free and counters with a standing double leg takedown. She then quickly grabs his legs, leans back and catapults him into the corner to cheers from the crowd. When a dazed Reynolds turns around, he turns right into a running big boot from Jaxie to cheers from the crowd. After bringing him out of the corner, Jaxie kicks him in the midsection. While Reynolds is doubled over, Jaxie hops onto his back and then flips over, delivering Into The Sunset to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Into The Sunset by Wyatt!

Grayson: I think that's the name of the retirement home my parents are at!

Clement: .....

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Riley nails Jaxie in the face with Unnecessary Roughness to cheers from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover on Jaxie...

Clement: Unnecessary Roughness!

Grayson: That's what she said!

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Rowan breaks up the pin with a springboard leg drop to cheers from the crowd. She rolls Riley off of Jaxie and makes the cover on Riley...

Clement: Now Rowan Grae is looking to steal one!

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Riley gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

After picking up Riley, Rowan brings him over into the corner. She then sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle rope, Rowan grabs Riley and goes for an avalanche DDT. But Riley blocks the move by hanging onto the top rope. So after a clubbing shot to the back, Rowan goes for another avalanche DDT. But again, Riley hangs onto the top rope for dear life. Just then, Reynolds comes up from behind and places Rowan onto his shoulders. The crowd boos as Reynolds walks back towards the center of the ring... and takes Rowan down with an electric chair driver. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: Well, that's got to hurt...

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Jaxie dives over and breaks up the pin. The crowd cheers...

Jaxie picks up Reynolds and whips him into the ropes. When Reynolds comes back, Jaxie leans forward to set up a back body drop. But Reynolds stops and counters with Welcome to Canada, Motherfucker to boos from the crowd. As Reynolds picks up Jaxie and throws her down with Enlightenment, Riley delivers the Unnecessary Roughness to Rowan. Reynolds then covers Jaxie as Riley covers Rowan. The ref looks to his left, then to his right. He then makes the count with both hands...

Clement: Unnecessary Roughness!

Grayson: Enlightenment!

Clement: Both men have the legs hooked!

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Cruz: Here is your winner.....

Cruz: JACK REYNOLDS!

Grayson: Yes!

Cruz: .... and RILEY OWENS!

Clement: What?!

Grayson: Boo, I demand a recount!

Clement: You can demand all you want, but both men got a pinfall at the same time. Wow, such a great 4 way fray!

The ref raises both Riley and Reynolds' arms. The two men are each other down as the crowd cheers...

[FGA Office]

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp. But the big smile that is usually on her face is gone. Anger is written all over her face. And retribution is the only thing on her mind...

Clement: Since September, Cami has been the target of, I don't even know what you would call it.

Grayson: Mind games, Kevin. This man, whoever he is, has repeatedly interfered in her matches. He's shut off the lights during her matches at the most inopportune times. He has cost her matches. He has verbally berated her and threatened her over the PA. But Cami said that enough was enough. And tonight, she plans on calling this person out, whomever they are.

Clement: I just hope that Cami knows what she's doing. The last thing anyone wants to see if her get hurt.

After Cami gets into the ring, she gets offered a mic. After her music dies down, the fans in the crowd offer their support by starting up a "Cami" chant. But Cami quickly quiets the chant down.

Cami: Thank you, thank you...

For months now, I have been tormented. I can't go into this ring without being verbally abused and threatened. I can't compete in this ring with something trying to get into my head. Time and time again, I have been cost match after match because of you. Time after time, I have had the rug pulled out from under me because of you. Maybe this is your idea of a sick joke. Or maybe it's something else? Maybe you get some type of pleasure out of doing this to me. But the mind games. The lights. The threats. No more! I refuse to be a victim anymore. So tonight, I am putting my foot down and am ending this one and for all.

(The fans give her a round of applause.)

Cami: I know you're back there, somewhere. I don't care if you're a member of this roster or not. You will come out here. For once in your miserable life, you will face me like a man. And I will be the one that ends this one and for all. And I will be the one that has the last wor--

Just then, Cami's mic gets cut off. Cami tries to yell into it, but nothing comes out over the PA. She then repeatedly slaps the mic. But again, there's no sound. Cami quickly drops the mic as she looks around with panic. Members of the audience begin to talk amongs themselves, wondering what's happening.

Clement: This is not good, Evan, this is not goo--

(Just then, the lights go out. Outside of flashes from the cameras, nothing can be seen as building is now pitch black. Just then, a familiar voice comes over the PA.)

"Cami. For weeks and weeks I have seen you put on this act. You waltz around this ring... And what do you do?
You pretend to be glorious, you pretend to be gracious, you pretend to be humble.

But you and I both know these are not a part of who you really are. What you truly are!

You lay on that smooth, Southern drawl. You paint your face, and you push up those funbags on your chest, and you dance around the ring. You saunter out there like Miss America and you smile and you wave. You feed those roach-like beings the words and the lines they want to hear, and they gobble it all up. Those insolent fools be damned!

You... You're really just as sick, just as tormented as the rest of this miserable world. Your only saving graces are your looks and your inheritance. If it wasn't for that figure and that face of yours... or if your bank account didn't include a couple of extras zeros, we'd find you riding a god-forsaken stripper pole.

The sad thing is, the pretentious act that you're putting on, pretending to be something you're not... It reaks of desperation. You're trying to fit in somewhere. Anywhere, and all it does is mark you with a scarlet letter: F. For fraud.

You have placed yourself up on an undeserving pedestal. Trying to glorify your pretentious soul. The audacity! To try and transcend thine self into an Elysian? I scoff at the mere nerve!

Your attitude? Actually caring about what these grimy little foot-soliders think? What they believe?!

They have one purpose: and that is shelling out their hard-earned dollars on our product instead of their alcohol or their drugs. We are to be their addiction, their next fix. So you play the role of eye-candy. Because your in-ring record certainly can't attest to an affirmation of talent.

This place is full of soul-less heroes and cowardice villains. No one dares speak the truth. Everyone is pretending to be something they're not. Hypocrites the lot of them!

Well I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them. And I'm certainly sick of you.

You think these last couple of weeks have been a living hell?

Get ready, you haven't seen anything yet..."

Suddenly, the lights come back on. Cami turns around... and gets blasted in the head with the mic from Thaddeus Grey. The crowd boos as Grey mounts himself on top of Cami and hammers away with the mic, busting her open.

Clement & Grayson: THADDEUS GREY!?

Clement: We haven't seen him in months!

Grayson: What is he doing.

As Cami covers up her face in pain, Grey stands up over her. The crowd is letting him have it, raining down boos on the return FGA grappler. He slowly scans the crowd, taking in every ounce of hostility shown towards him.

Clement: Someone's got to come out here and stop this, Evan.

Grayson: Don't look at me. I'm not going in there...

He then makes his way over towards the corner before crouching down. He waits impatiently, barking at Cami to get up. As Cami slowly gets up on all fours, Grey charges across the ring and nearly kicks her head off with the GreySkull. The crowd boos Cami lays face down on the canvas, motionless. Grey then drops down next to Cami. He can be seen mouthing "the worst is yet to come."

As a smirk forms across his face, FGA official and backstage personnel race down to the ring to attend to Cami.

After physically being removed from the ring, Grey rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, feeling very proud of himself as he makes his way up the ramp with a smirk on his face...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Nate Adams vs. Alistair Mangold

"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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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 match.

Clement: This young man has tried to stand up for himself after being attacked nearly two months ago by Alistair Mangold. But despite all the attacks, Nate would not stand down. He stood tall and refused to be intimidated by the self-proclaimed "God Among Men."

Grayson: FGA needs more Nate? After what Mangold does tonight, they won't be able to scrape up what's left of him off the mat. This punk should have just stayed down the first time. But he kept getting up. He wanted to play the hero. Well what has that gotten him? A beating at the hands of Alistair Mangold. And the worst is yet to come.

"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 Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 280 pounds! He is "The God Among Men".... ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

Mangold raises his arms and boos shower him again.

Clement: Alistair has delivered cheap shots to Nate at every turn. He attacked him from behind with every chance he got. But tonight, there isn't going to be any cheap shots. There isn't going to be attacks from behind...

Grayson: It's going to be Nate being lead to the slaughter. I cannot wait until Mangold knocks that stupid smile off his face. Now that I think about it, I can't wait until Mangold knocks his block off!

The bell sounds as Nate runs at Mangold and goes for a running shoulderblock. But Nate bounces off of Mangold and falls to the canvas. The crowd boos as Mangold taunts Nate, telling him to get back up. And Nate does just that before running into the ropes. When Nate comes back, he goes for another running shoulderblock. But again, Mangold stands his ground as he knocks Nate back down to the canvas. The boos continue as Mangold flexes at Nate.

Clement: Oh, come on. Alistair Mangold showing absolutely no respect for his opponent!

Grayson: Does he have to? What has Nate Adams done to earn Alistair's respect?

Nate slaps the canvas in frustration before getting back up to his feet. He then runs into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Mangold throws out a clothesline. But Nate ducks and runs into the ropes. When Nate comes back, he connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. But it has little effect on Mangold. So Nate runs back into the ropes. When Nate comes back, he connects with another clothesline. This time, Mangold stumbles back. Nate runs right back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd as Mangold stumbles into the ropes.

Clement: And now Nate Adams going in on the offense!

Grayson: Wake me up when he's done.

After Mangold bounces off the ropes, Nate kicks him in the midsection and goes for a vertical suplex. But Mangold blocks it. So Nate tightens his grip before going for another vertical suplex. But again, Mangold blocks it. Mangold then lifts Nate up in the air to boos from the crowd..

… but the boos turn to cheers as Nate is able to slip down from behind. He quickly delivers a dropkick to the back of Mangold, sending the God Among Men stumbling into the ropes. As Mangold bounces off the ropes, Nate rolls him up with a schoolboy...

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Mangold kicks out.

Grayson: Mangold had me sweating there for a second.

As both wrestlers get up, Mangold quickly grabs Nate by the throat. The crowd boos as Mangold hoists him up and then launches him into the corner. He then charges into the corner. But Nate connects with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. After Mangold shakes off the attack, he runs back into the corner. This time, he gets a boot to the face to some more cheers from the crowd. As Mangold stumbles back, Nate steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he raises his arms in the air before leaping of, going for a flying cross body block.

But Mangold powerslams him out of mid air to boos from the crowd. Nate arches his back as he groans in pain.

Grayson: Mangold's got DAT POWAH!

Clement: How did you even get this job?

Grayson: I think I was the first one to sign up...

Mangold picks up Nate and whips him into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Mangold hoists him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as Nate lands across the ring. Mangold then storms over, picks up Nate and delivers three knees to the midsection. He then takes Nate and whips him back into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Mangold grabs him by the throat to boos from the crowd. He hoists Nate up for a chokeslam.

But Nate elbows him in the face on the way up. The crowd cheers as Nate lands on the canvas. He then quickly kicks Mangold in the midsection and positions him for a DDT. But Mangold runs forward and rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Nate cringes in pain.

Clement: Lots of good back and forth in this matchup!

Grayson: Are you watching the same match I'm watching? Alistair is whooping Nate Adams like a redheaded stepchild.

Mangold brings Nate from out of the corner before shooting him back into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Mangold lifts him up with one hand and throws him down with a spinebuster. The crowd boos as the back of Nate's head bounces off the canvas.

Mangold picks up Nate, lifts him up across his shoulders and applies the Guernica to boos from the crowd. Mangold repeatedly tries to snap Nate in half as Nate taps out. The ref quickly calls for the bell as the crowd boos the loudest it has all night, knowing that the match is now over.

"Back Round" plays over the PA to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

The ref raises Mangold's arm in the air as the crowd continues to boo.

Grayson: And just like that, Alistair Mangold squashes that cockroach!

Clement: Nate Adams tried his hardest here tonight, but Alistair Mangold was just on a different level here tonight.

Grayson: I see Alistair is gonna have himself a great future. A GREAT FUTURE.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where former two-time Pride Champion, Chris Bond can be found doing some pre match stretches ahead of his number one contendership match later tonight. He is already dressed in his ring attire of black tights with a monochromatic tribal design down each leg as well as one of his #FGAProud t-shirts.)

(He’s alerted by the sound of the door closing, turning around to see ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter standing in the doorway, dressed in his knee length denim cut-off shorts and a black ‘The Murder’ t-shirt. The wound on his forehead has almost healed now.)

Chris Bond: What do you want?

Dom Harter: I’m not here to attack you, don’t worry.

Chris Bond: Then what are you doing here?

(Harter smirks to himself as Bond storms across the room until the two of them are touching foreheads.)

Dom Harter: I wanted to warn you…

Chris Bond: Don’t be cocky!

(Bond shoves Harter away, but he just steps forward again.)

Chris Bond: I’m going to enjoy this, Harter. Finally getting the chance to prove to you that you’re not as good as you think you are.

Dom Harter: Through hell and high water, you can try.

Chris Bond: Try and succeed. You’re not the type of man who deserves a shot at the FGA Championship, Dom. And tonight, I’m going to prove that to the world.

(Both men remain stony faced, glaring at one another from a close distance.)

Dom Harter: Just remember, Chris. When I bust you wide open and the bell rings; just because the match has finished, doesn’t mean I’ve finished. You want to prove that I’m not as good as I think I am…well I want nothing more than to end you.

(With that, Dom turns and walks away out of the locker room.)

[FGA Office]

Pride Championship Match
(c) Johnny Karma vs. Jimmy Page

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: The following contest will be fought under Pride Rules! And it is for the FGA Pride Championship! Introducing first, 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 could be the man that takes the Pride Championship away from Johnny Karma here tonight. Tonight is a huge opportunity for the man from Flint, Michigan. But a Pride Championship match is unlike any other. It is the most highly contest championship in this company's history. Does Page have it in him to defeat Karma and walk out the champion?

Grayson: I think he does. But let me be honest here. I'm not liking Page's tone as of late. In fact, I'm not liking the way that he disrespects Johnny Karma. After everything Karma did to powerwash the filfth of Bond's reign off of that belt. For him to turn around and treat Karma with this blatant disrespect? It's uncalled for.

The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts…the arena is pitched into darkness…until a few seconds later, at the top of the ramp, we see the word “KARMA” illuminate the arena, before the lights come up once again to reveal The Man, The Myth, The Guy Who Found His Light-Up Jacket, The Man They Know As Johnny Karma stood at the top of the ramp with his back facing the crowd and Cherry Baum beside him, presenting him to the crowd as the lights on his jacket dim and Karma slowly turns around to greet his adoring audience before he kisses the Pride Championship belt before he starts to stroll down to the ring.

Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, waving to the receptive crowd that surround him whilst he walks down to the ring.

Clement: And here comes the champion in all his "glory."

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

Grayson: Johnny Karma is the arguably the greatest Pride Champion in this company's history. And I highly doubt he's looking to give up that championship anytime soon. Tonight, Karma is going to give Mr. Page a lesson in something called class, dignity and pride.

Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises the Pride Championship belt into the air to remind us all of one simple truth – we can all be proud that he is our champion, the greatest champion in FWA history.

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

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

Cherry Baum: New York City, it is my privilege to introduce you to the star attraction, the main event, and a symbol of pride to all New Yorkers…weighing in tonight at a loud and proud 233lbs, and hailing from this glorious city, Queens, NYC – he is the Pride Champion, the Pride of New York, and the Karmic Lion that leads the Karmic Pride, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

[Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K steps into the centre of the ring to soak up the adulation from his hometown fans, before Cherry hands him the microphone]

Johnny Karma: New York City!!!

[Karma invites more cheers]

Johnny Karma: Tonight, in the greatest wrestling city the world has ever known it is my honour to provide you the best darned wrestling you will see tonight as I, Johnny Karma, face off against Not Jimmy Page in a match to show the world and, more importantly, show NYC that I am the greatest champion this company has ever seen, the greatest wrestler this company has ever seen, and the only superstar this company has ever seen as I compose a symphony of catch-as-catch-can to win your hearts and minds against a so-called opponent who has neither. But, please, on the off chance he gets a lick of offence in, don’t distract him by continuing to chant “LET’S GO KARMA” as you will be when I teach him what wrestling is, as he’s trying really hard.

[Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before reluctantly handing the Pride Championship belt to the referee]

The bell sounds as Karma extends his hand for a handshake. Page looks down at the hand, then back up at Karma. Page cracks a smile as he goes to shake Karma's hand. But he quickly opts for a slap to the face, knocking Karma to the mat to boos from the New York audience. Karma quickly backs up towards the ropes. He then reaches up and pulls himself up using the top turnbuckle. After rubbing his cheek, he circles the ring as he can be seen mouthing something at Page. After sizing him up, he motions for a collar and elbow tie up. But he opts for a kick to the midsection instead, doubling Page over. Karma quickly delivers an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. He then grips Page's wrist before delivering another arm wrench to some cheers. He then takes Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma goes for a back elbow to the face. But Page ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Karma goes for a clothesline. But again, Page ducks and runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, he knocks down Karma with a lariat. Karma gets back up, but Page runs over and knocks him down with another lariat. As Karma stands up and stumbles back towards the ropes, Page runs over and goes for a third clothesline. But Karma ducks and dumps him over the top rope and out onto the apron.

Grayson: Karma cooly regaining composure after that disrespectful slap to the face from Jimmy Page. I mean, how dare he?!

Clement: Did you start the Johnny Karma fan club or did he have Cherry start it?

Grayson: Pfft. What a stupid question. I DID!

Clement: Figures. Anyhoo, back to the match...

When Karma turns around to grab Page on the apron, Page ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. While Karma is doubled over, Page tries to step back into. But Karma kicks up the middle rope, hitting Page blatantly between the legs. The crowd cheers as Page goes down. Karma quickly drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

Clement: What a dirty move by Johnny Karma!

Grayson: That move was as clean as this bottle of Aquafina on my desk! Now watch Karma pick up his first pin here!

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Page kicks out.

Karma picks him up and brings him into the corner. After slamming his head into the top turnbuckle, Karma turns Page around and lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. After bringing him out of the corner, Karma goes for an Irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma stomps, grabs Page runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Page gets up on the outside, Karma runs into the ropes. As Page turns around, Karma charges forward, dives through the ropes, and knocks him down with This is for the Front Row. The crowd cheers as Karma poses over Page. He then picks Page back up before rolling him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Karma makes the cover.

Clement: This is for the Front Row connects!

Grayson: Sleep tight, Jimmy Page! You crazy ass bastard...

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Page kicks out.

Grayson: What the fudge?!

As Karma picks up Page, Page begins to nail him with right hands to the midsection. But Karma cuts the comeback short with a knee strike to the midsection. But Page comes right back, nailing Karma with a series of stinging knife edge chops. But Karma blocks the last chop, kicks Page in the midsection and then knocks him down with a Heart Punch. The crowd cheers as Karma makes the cover.

Clement: Heart Punch by Johnny Karma! He goes for the cover!

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma knocks him down with a running high knee to the face. The crowd cheers as Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. Karma rolls off of Page, gets up and runs back into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he connects with another jumping knee drop. He then gets up and heads back into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he connects with a third jumping knee drop to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

Grayson: Karma just wearing that Page boy down now!

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page, wrings his arm and then takes him down with the Bum Trip. After heading into the corner, Karma steps up onto the middle ropes. After measuring his opponent, Karma jumps off and goes for a diving fist drop. But Page gets his foot up, nailing Karma in the face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: NOT THE FACE!

Both men slowly get up to their feet. Karma throws out a knife-edge chop. But Page responds with a forearm strike. Karma delivers another knife-edge chop. But Page comes right back with another forearm strike. Karma then delivers two knife-edge chops. But Page comes back with four forearm strikes to the face. Karma then lights up Page's chest with five knife-edge chops. But Page responds with with a flurry of forearm strikes that leaves Karma dazed. He then takes the champion and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. As Karma gets up on his knees and arches his back in pain, Page sizes him up from behind. He then charges over and blasts Karma in the back of the head with the Trauma Symphony. Page picks up a seemingly unconscious Karma and sets him up for Nirvana. But Karma quickly shoves Page off of him and into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets, nearly knocking his head off to cheers from the crowd. Karma then picks up Page, lifts him up and plants him with Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. The crowd cheers as he turns Page over and makes the cover.

Clement: Dazed, Confused, and All Messed Up connects!

Grayson: Sleep tight, Jimmy. There are your championship dreams getting closer and closer to fading away.

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THREE!

KARMA – 1
PAGE – 0

Grayson: And my boy Johnny is on the board and on his way to another successful defense!

Clement: Dang.

After the thirty second rest period, Karma inches over towards Page. Page, meanwhile, is seen slowly pulling himself up using the ropes. When Page turns around, Karma goes for Check Your Chiclets. But Page catches his foot. He then spins Karma away from him, lifts him up and delivers an atomic drop. He then quickly grabs Karma from behind and places him in a half nelson to boos from the crowd. Cherry sees this, so she quickly gets on the apron. Once she gains the ref's attention, Karma delivers a mule kick, low blowing Page to cheers from the crowd. Once Karma is free, Cherry steps back down to the floor. While Page is doubled over in pain, Karma turns around and sets up Page for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up.

But Page counters with a back body drop to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: What? Come on, Johnny!

Karma gets up, but Page knocks him down with a lariat. As Karma gets up, Page goes for another lariat. But Karma ducks and counters with a back slide pin.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: Stay down, Jimmy!

Before Karma can get off his knees, Page gets up and quickly goes for the Trauma Symphony. But Karma blocks it, grabbing a hold of Page's leg to cheers from the crowd. As Karma stands up, he begins to taunt Page. But Page counters with an enzuigiri that sends Karma flipping to the canvas. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Clement: That enzuigiri just may be enough!

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Karma and whips him hard into the corner. As Karma stumbles out, Page throws him down with an exploder suplex. He hooks the leg...

Clement: How about that exploder suplex?!

Grayson: You know you have to be unbiased, right?!

Clement: ....Are you freaking kidding me?!

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Page into the ropes. When page comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Page counters it with a kick to the face. As Karma stumbles back, Page runs over and goes for the Concussion. But Karma ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers Stairway to Bedlam. The crowd cheers as Karma makes the cover.

Grayson: Attaboy, Karma! Stairway to Bedlam!

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After stomping Page down into the corner, Karma goes for the Kodak Moment. But Page quickly rolls to the outside. He then grabs Karma by the legs and pulls him into the ring post to boos from the crowd.

Clement: That just might have hurt...

Grayson: Might have? MIGHT HAVE?! Because of Jimmy Page, Johnny Karma may not be able to bless us with some extremely talented and good looking kids.

Clement: You're in love with him, aren't you?

Grayson: Shaddup.

After rolling back into the ring, Page picks up Karma and plants him with a snap DDT to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Page picks up Karma and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Karma slips down from behind and shoves Page into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma throws him down with a spinebuster to cheers from the New York crowd.

After dragging Page into position, Karma points to the top turnbuckle as he steps through the ropes. The crowd cheers as Karma walks along the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Karma leaps off, going for the Kickass Angel. But Page is able to get his knees up. The crowd boos as Karma crashes down across the knees. Karma bounces off the knees and begins to roll around in pain. While Karma is still down, Page slowly gets up to his feet. He then inches closer towards Karma as Karma slowly gets up. When Karma turns around, he turns right into the Concussion to boos from the crowd. Page makes the cover.

Clement: Concussion by Jimmy Page! This could be it!

Grayson: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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THREE!

KARMA – 1
PAGE – 1

Clement: And Page evens things up!

After the mandatory rest period ends, Page goes over, grabs Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page goes for a running big boot to the face. But Karma catches his foot, turns Page away from him, grabs him from behind, runs jumps over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma to cheers from the crowd. As Page stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron, climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks him down with a flying double ax handle smash. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

Grayson: Attaboy, Karma. Get that second eventual pinfall!

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page and grabs him from behind. He lifts Page up and throws him down with a full nelson slam to boos from the crowd. Karma then sits up Page and follows up with a rolling neck snap. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page and goes for a vertical suplex, but Page blocks the move. After tightening his grip, Karma goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Page blocks the move. After five punches to the ribs, Page counters with The Paralyzing. He then picks up Karma, lifts him up onto his shoulders, runs towards the corner and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb. As Karma drops down to his knees, Page lunges over and delivers the Trauma Symphony to the face to boos from the crowd. Page lifts up Karma, stands him up on his knees and blasts him again with the Trauma Symphony. Page reaches down, grabs Karma by his ears and lifts him back up. After standing a groggy Karma back up onto his knees, Page mouths something to him before running into the ropes. When Page comes back, he charges full steam ahead before delivering a third Trauma Symphony. He then slowly picks up Karma, only to drive him back down with Nirvana. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Clement: 3 Triumph Symphonies and a Nirvana! Johnny Karma is out like a light!

Grayson: He'll kick out of this! HE HAS TO!

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Grayson: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“They Are Lost” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEW Pride Champion, JIMMY PAGE!

The referee goes over and hands the Pride Championship belt to Page. Page pats the center plate as a rare smile forms across his face. He's soon showered with boos as he raises the belt above his head, disappointing Karma's hometown crowd...

Clement: We got ourselves a new champion! Jimmy Page has done it!

Grayson: WORST. DAY. EVER.

[FGA Office]

A hard open shows Spencer Burke in front of the trademark FGA backdrop, microphone in hand.

Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time...

Shouting is heard off-camera, as Spencer is interrupted by the Shoot Kings walking in from his left. Madman and Graham are deadlocked into debate, oblivious to the fact that they are on camera. Also, Ariel Shadows accompanying them but is content to remain quiet, hiding off to the side.

Madman: Look, it's not like he came out and tried to bring back Don't Ask, Don't Tell! Leave Phil alone!

Graham: That has nothing to do with it! A&E simply made a business decision based on what is best for the company!

Madman: Yes, Graham. The network with Honey God Damn Boo Boo is gonna tell me all about what's best...

While talking, Madman reaches for his black leather jacket pocket. Beginning to pull out a pack of cigarettes, his speech is interrupted when Ariel slaps him on his hand. She mouths "no smoking", to which he facepalms.  Shaking his head, he merely continues his argument, even with the microphone being held out to him by a patiently waiting Burke.

Madman: I don't wanna hear it, man. All he did was express a personal belief.

Graham: A personal belief that he knew did not concur with his employer's professional code of conduct.

Madman: And since when do you have to believe the same way as the people you work for in order to keep your damn job? And besides, they put Honey Boo Boo on the air. They're irrelevant.

Ariel: HEY!

Everyone is silent at Ariel's sudden outburst. Even the white ball at the end of the red Santa cap on Madman's masked head stops moving. With a calm face throughout, Ariel merely points over to Spencer.

Ariel: I think he wants to ask you guys something.

Despite standing only a few feet away, the Shoot Kings themselves have yet to acknowledge the camera or Spencer. They do so simultaneously. Their mouths are shut, and Spencer begins to speak.

Burke: Gentlemen, it's been a rough past couple of weeks for you two. I'm not going to go over everything, but I would like to ask you if you are able to comment on the situation regarding the firing of your manager, Brydon Talinsdale.

This subject appears to sober both men up considerably (no pun intended) but Madman is still first to respond.

Madman: He's a thieving, sniveling, conniving little waste of carbon. And he's wanted by INTERPOL since he committed crimes in two countries and can't be found in either one. As a manager, he did nothing for this team other than talk to the corporate suits that we didn't feel like talking to ourselves. He could try to back us up if things got thick, but I think we all saw what happened when Jason Richards interfered in our match a few weeks ago with Bloodbath & Beyond. Truth be told, the less of us there are, the closer we get. That's true strength in numbers. This right here...

Madman gestures towards the complete trio.

Madman: This is all we need. We're just two guys and my wife...who doesn't even really wanna be here.

Ariel: It's not that, I just don't like putting my hands on people...

Graham: Ninja bitch.

Burke: Well, tonight you've got three other teams to deal with, plus the rules of the Ultimate Endurance: the first team will be eliminated through scramble rules. The second through submission, and the third and final fall to determine who will walk out of New York City tonight as the FGA Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championships...a ladder match.

Graham smiles at the mention of the ladder, while Szalinski claps his hands together at the word "submission".

Burke: Do you believe the numbers game will play a factor tonight?

Graham: One.

Graham holds a finger up.

Graham: The only number that matters. One. As in, one team walks out.

Madman: Simple math. Four corners of mayhem, breaking down into the three zones of submission...that's head, arm, and leg for all of you who aren't 'in the know'...and then you get two sides of the ladder...but only one of them can be climbed to the top. Add it all up...and it looks like the Shoot Kings are gonna be just fine, brother.

Graham: PULL!

Both Kings lift their hands towards the camera, pointing their fingers to mimic pistols. Ariel's small but steadfast grin begins to widen as she looks over her boys.

Graham: We got stuff to do before this thing kicks off. Shoot's over.

Everyone stands frozen at this point.

Madman: You can go ahead and cut it off now, dude.

Graham: We're live, moron. They have to get led out by Spencer. You only give the cues on YOUR show.

Madman: Damnit.

Madman saunters off, followed by Graham and finally Ariel, who briefly looks at Spencer with a very intimidating nod. When she leaves, Spencer addresses the camera.

Burke: There you have it! One-fourth of that monster Ultimate Endurance match...the Shoot Kings.

[FGA Office]

First Blood / #1 Contenders Match
Dom Harter vs. Chris Bond

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is a First Blood Match! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications and no count out. The only way to win is to make your opponent bleed!

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

Cruz: Introducing the special guest enforcer for tonight's match! From Baltimore, Maryland! He is the first-ever FGA Pride Champion.... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the competitors to come out.

Crowd: K-HARD HERO! ((CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP, CLAP)) K-HARD HERO! ((CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP, CLAP)) K-HARD HERO!

Clement: These fans are certainly showing their love for Kevin Hardaway here tonight.

Grayson: I thought Chandler Scott destroyed his will to live back in August? But now he's back? Why is it that at every Final Frontier event, he has to crash the party? You know what? It doesn't even matter. As long as Hardaway stays out of Harter's way, everything will be fine. He knows better than to cross The Murder. I'm sure he still remembers All-Star Showdown II very well.

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: Introducing first, representing The Murder! From Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 233 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 his opponent.

Clement: I don't think there's a man with a bigger sense of entitlement on this roster than Dom Harter. The nerve of him to expect to be demanded an FGA heavyweight Championship after all this time. If he wants that shot, all he has to do is go through Chris Bond tonight. But Bond has got pride. He's Battled Hardened. And he's got Harter's number.

Grayson: Please, Harter's got nothing. And after everything that Harter has done this year, he more than deserves that title shot. But fine. if the office wants him to go through Bond, then so be it. If Bond wants Harter to earn it, then so be it. But Bond's blood will be on their hands and even on Bond's own hands. And it will be all his fault. This whole thing could have been avoided had Bond just stuck his nose out of Harter's business. But after he choked away his pride Championship for a second time, I guess he had nothing better to do. Well tonight, Bond is going to learn the hard way that you do not cross The Murder!

Clement: Are you done now?

Grayson: ..... maybe....

"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

Cruz: And his oppo--

Harter rolls to the outside, runs up the ramp and takes down Bond with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd boos as Harter hauls away on Bond, nailing him with right hands to the face.

Clement: Harter isn't wasting any time. Going after Chris Bond on the entrance ramp!

Grayson: Why would he? Bond stuck his nose where it didn't belong and Harter is going to destroy him for it.

Clement: Oh c'mon! Harter believes he is entitled to everything and Bond is making him work for it here tonight!

The bell sounds as Harter now begins to throw wild rights and lefts to the face. But Bond is able to cover up. So Harter gets up off of Bond and begins to put the boots to him, stomping away at his ribs. Harter reaches down, picks up Bond and whips him hard into the barricade. After his back connects with the barricade, Bond tumbles to the floor. The crowd boos as the Battle Hardened vet cringes in pain. But Harter has no sympathy for him as he gets over and puts the boots to his face. He then reaches down and rakes Bond across the face with the heel of his boot, trying his best to cut him open.

Grayson: Harter is clawing away, thirsty for blood here tonight!

Harter picks up Bond, heads back towards ringside and slams his head onto the apron. The slam sends Bond stumbling back into the barricade. Bond tries to gather his bearings, but the Tenacious Little Bastard refuses to let up. He storms over and nails Bond with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then positions himself to the side of Bond and delivers a kidney punch, bringing Bond down to his knees as the crowd boos. After slamming the side of his head against the barricade, Harter brings Bond back to his feet, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the barricade. The crowd boos as Bond falls to the floor, clutching his throat in pain.

Clement: As vile as he is vicious, Dom Harter takes a commanding lead...

Grayson: Bet Bond wishes he didn't have to keep away from the Vicodin after that shot!

Harter steps on Bond's throat and he pulls down on the barricade. Bond can be seen cringing as he kicks his legs in pain. As the crowd boos, Harter begins to antagonize some of the fans in the front row. After about 12 seconds, Harter finally lets go. Bond then turns over on all fours. He can be heard gasping for air. After taking a few steps back, Harter sizes him up before running over and nailing him with a punt kick to the ribs.

Harter picks up Bond and rolls him back into the ring. He quickly reaches back in and pulls out Bond so that parts of his upper body hangs off the apron. After taking a few steps back and sizing him up, Harter runs over and delivers an elbow to the face to boos from the crowd. Bond quickly rolls back into the ring as he cover up his nose in pain. Hardaway goes over to check and see if Bond's nose is bleeding. But Bond hasn't been busted open. Upon seeing this, Harter slaps the apron in anger before rolling back into the ring.

Grayson: Harter needs too keep it cool. Otherwise the Tenacious One may lose focus allowing for that hypocritical drunk to get an upper hand!

Clement: Always nice seeing your unbiased professional opinion on display, Evan.

Grayson: I do what I can, Kevin.

Harter storms over and kicks Bond in the head before picking him back up. He then slams Bond's head into the top turnbuckle before turning him around. He then places Bond in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. The crowd boos as Bond stumbles into the corner. Harter runs up from behind and nails Bond with another kidney punch, bringing him down to one knee as the crowd boos. Harter picks Bond back up, turns him around in the corner and gouges his eyes. The crowd boos as Harter tries to dig his thumbs into the eyes of Bond. Bond screams in pain. But the screams are just music to Harter's ears as a smile is plastered across his face. He then turns to Hardaway on the outside, mocking him over his inability to DQ him. Finally, Harter lets go, sending Bond stumbling towards the center of the ring as he covers his eyes in pain.

While Bond is down on one knee, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he goes for a high knee lift. But Bond moves out of the way. When Harter turns around, Bond nails him with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. He then nails Harter with another right hand... and another right hand. Bond takes a few steps back, then runs forward and knocks Harter down with a clothesline. Harter gets back up, but Bond knocks him down with another clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Harter gets back up, but Bond lifts him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and then blasts him with a haymaker that knocks him down. The crowd cheers as Bond pounces on top of Harter. He places Harter in a side headlock with one arm as he uses the other arm to punch away at Harter. After the flurry of punches, Bond gets off of him to see if Harter's bleeding. But Harter isn't busted open, causing the crowd to boo.

Clement: And Bond comes back roaring with lefts and rights... Harter might be in trouble here.

Grayson: Nonsense! Haven't you heard? Harter hits harder! The old man is weak!

Bond goes over, picks up Harter and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Harter, runs across the ring and tosses him over the top rope to cheers from the crowd. Harter, somehow, is able to land on the apron. As Harter gets up, Bond goes over and nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Harter is doubled over on the apron, Bond steps out onto the apron. He then quickly grabs Harter and plants him with a DDT on the apron. The crowd cheers as Harter bounces off the apron and falls to the floor.

Grayson: Okay, maybe not so weak.

Bond looks down at Harter before stomping away at his face. He then picks up Harter and rolls him back into the ring. Bond then reaches back in, places Harter in a front facelock and drags him into position out on the apron. Bond waves his free arm up and down, getting the crowd hyped as they cheer him on.

After looking around at the crowd, Bond nods before planting Harter with the Rejection onto the floor. The crowd cheers as Bond gets up and raises his arms in the air.

Harter slowly pushes himself up off the floor. And his face.... has not been busted open, causing the crowd to boo. Bond sees this, so he quickly runs back over and blasts him in the face with a punt kick. The crowd cheers as Harter rolls over two times on the ground. But again, he's not busted open. So Bond heads over towards his legs and lifts them up. After hooking his arms around Harter's legs, Bond leans back and catapults Harter into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Harter's face smacks against the ring post. Harter quickly tumbles to the floor and appears to be out of it.

Clement: Harter's face hit that post hard, Evan. Even I'm feeling that shot here at ringside.

Grayson: Really? I doubt that Kevin. You don't look like you'd survive a shot like that.

Hardaway goes over and checks to see if Harter is bleeding. He lifts up Harter's head.... and he's not bleeding. The crowd boos as they thought that was it. Bond slowly makes his way around ringside. He stalks Harter before going over and slowly picking up the seemingly unconscious Harter. But Harter quickly springs to life as he delivers a low blow to Bond. The crowd boos as Bond slowly drops to his knee in pain.

While Bond is curled up in pain, Harter reaches down and slowly peels back the mat, exposing the concrete floor to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Things are looking bad for your hero now, Kevin!

Clement: After a lowblow like that, even Harter would be in a bad place.

Grayson: Lies! Damn lies! Harter would never be in a position like that!

Clement: And why is that?

Grayson: Harter wouldn't be stupid enough to leave himself open for that.

Harter goes over and puts the boots to Bond. He then picks up Bond and delivers a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. After hooking both of Bond's arms, Harter looks around at the crowd before planting Bond with Spin the Black Circle onto the concrete floor. The crowd boos as Harter moves his arms inward, then out, signifying that it's over.

The ref goes over to check on Bond..... and he's not bleeding. The crowd cheers as a dejected Harter places his hands on his hips. He shakes his head before going back over to Bond and puts the boots to him. He then drops to his knee, hammering away with right hands as the crowd boos. But Harter isn't done yet. He picks up Bond, knees him in the midsection, hoists him up from the side and throws him down onto the exposed concrete with a gutwrench powerbomb. The crowd boos as Bond's head smacks off the floor. Bond slowly clutches the back of his head in pain as Harter raises his arms in the air.

Grayson: Its over! Harter slays the disrespectful Bond!

The ref checks behind Bond's head to see if he's been busted open. And he hasn't, which causes Harter to turn and kick the barricade in anger. He then goes over and shoves the ref out of the way. Hardawya warns him. But Harter pays him no mind as he can't be DQ'd. He picks up Bond and brings him over towards the ring post. Harter leans Bond up against the post and then takes a few steps back. After sizing up Bond, Harter runs and goes for a yakuza kick. But Bond moves out of the way as Harter connects with nothing but the ring post. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Don't count the battle hardened veteran out yet, Evan! Things are far from over!

Harter quickly clutches his leg in pain as he rolls back into the ring. But Bond is hot on his trail.

As Harter gets up, Bond comes up from behind and delivers a kick to the back of his left leg, knocking Harter down to cheers from the crowd. Harter slowly gets back up to his feet. But Bond runs up from behind and connects with another kick, knocking Harter back down to cheers from the crowd.

Harter begins to slowly pull himself back up using the ropes. After sizing him up, Bond runs up from behind and delivers a kick to the back of the leg that sends Harter flipping down to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Bond drags Harter back towards the center of the ring and sets up for a figure four leglock.

As Bond turns around, Harter uses his free leg to kick him square in the face. The crowd boos as Bond stumbles back into the corner. After Bond shakes out the cobwebs, he touches his face to see if it's bleeding. Meanwhile, Harter slowly gets back up to his feet. Harter limps over towards the corner. But Bond runs from out of the corner and turns him inside out with a lariat to cheers from the crowd. Bond picks up Harter, only to take him down and lock him in the Misery submission to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Harter is in Misery! He's screaming in agony!

Grayson: Too bad this isn't a submission contest you fool!

Harter screams in pain as the crowd cheers. He tries to fight his way out of it. But it's to no avail as Bond has the hold locked on tight. Harter has no choice but to tap out on the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

While Harter's arm is flopping against the canvas, Bond keeps the hold locked on. Harter then reaches over and gouges Bond in the eyes, quickly turning the cheers into boos. Harter keeps the eye gouge applied until Bond breaks the hold.

As Bond covers up his eyes in pain, Harter can be seen clutching his leg. After both men turn over onto their knees, they slowly look up and stare at each other. Bond strikes first, connecting with a right hand to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers quickly turn back to boos once Hater responds with a right hand of his own.

Bond nails Harter with a punch.

Crowd: YAY!

Harter nails Bond with a punch.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond nails Harter with a right across.

Crowd: YAY!

Harter nails Bond with a forearm smash.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond nails rocks Harter with a right hook.

Crowd: YAY!

Harter nails Bond with another forearm smash.

Clement: Beautiful exchange between these two...

Bond rocks Harter with an uppercut.

Crowd: YAY!

Harter rakes Bond across the eyes.

Grayson: Harter takes the upper hand!

Bond returns the favor and rakes Harter across the eyes.

Crowd: YAY!

Harter lunges forward and nails Bond with a headbutt.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond returns the favor, lunging forward and nailing Harter with a headbutt.

Grayson: Impressive! These two are going toe-to-toe and they both want to kill each other!

Harter nails Bond with a chop to the throat. He then grabs Bond by the head with both hands and slams his head onto the canvas.

Crowd: BOO!

Bond pops back up, hops up to his feet and nails Harter with a high knee lift, knocking him down.

Crowd: YAY!

Bond heads into the corner. He grabs the top turnbuckle pad, rips it off and throws it into the crowd. He then heads into the opposite corner. He rips off the top turnbuckle pad and throws it into the crowd. Bond then heads into the last two corners and rips off the top turnbuckle pads.

Bond picks up Harter, scoops him up and delivers a snake eyes onto the exposed steel turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Harter stumbles over into the adjacent corner. Bond stalks him from behind. He reaches out, grabs Harter by the hair, brings him back towards the center of the ring... then runs forward and slams his head onto the exposed steel turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. Bond grabs Harter and begins to rake his face against the exposed steel to cheers from the crowd.

Bond turns Harter around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT...

Harter grabs Bond, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop to boos from the crowd. Harter quickly stumbles back into the ropes while Bond is doubled over.

After gathering his bearings, Harter runs over and connects with a yakuza kick to the side of the head. While Bond is down, Harter looks towards the aisle and waves for something.

Clement: This can't be good! He's calling in the cavalry! The coward!

Grayson: You say coward I say brilliant mastermind. Not only will he defeat him here tonight... but Harter is going to do us all a favor and end Bond here and now!

Clement: You are a disgusting human being!

The crowd boos as Bob Pooler makes his way down the aisle with an aluminum bat in hand.

But the boos quickly turn to cheers as Hardaway quickly steps in Pooler's way. Pooler tries to go around Hardaway, but Hardaway steps in his way. Pooler then goes to his left, but Hardaway steps right back in his way to cheers from the crowd.

Pooler then uses the barrel of the bat to shove Hardaway back.

Hardaway comes right back towards Pooler. But Pooler again uses the barrel of the bat to shove Hardaway back.

As Hardaway comes back over towards him, Pooler slaps the taste out of his mouth to boos from the crowd.

Clement: This thing has erupted into all out chaos! Even the enforcer is getting into it!

Grayson: Hardaway has no business here! He's disrupting this night of festivities for Harter!

Clement: Does your indecency know no bounds?

As Hardaway holds his face in pain, Pooler can be seen taunting him to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Hardaway nails him with a right hand, knocking him down and knocking the bat right out of his hands.

Hardaway quickly picks up the bat and points it at Pooler. He dares Pooler to try it again as the crowd continues to cheer.

On the other side of the ring, there's a commotion going on in the crowd. Making his way though the sea of fans is Malcolm Drake, who hops over the barricade and tosses something into the ring. Harter then reaches into the air and catches it.

Harter goes over to Bond, places his arms behind his back and handcuffs him to boos from the crowd.

Harter rolls to the outside. After telling Manny Cruz to get up from his chair, Cruz does so. Harter swoops down, snatches up the chair and raises it in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: This isn't going to be pretty...

As Harter slides into the ring, Bond slowly gets up onto one knee. Harter begins to taunt Bond by hitting the canvas with the chair. The crowd boos.

Once Bond turns around, Harter raises the chair. But Bond kicks him in the midsection to cheers from the crowd. After kicking the chair out of Harter's hands, Bond nails him with another kick... and another kick.. and another. He then lunges forward and nails Harter with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes to cheers from the crowd. As Harter bounces off the ropes, Bond runs over and knocks him down with a battering ram headbutt to cheers from the crowd. Harter gets up, but Bond runs over and knocks him down with another headbutt. As Harter gets up, Bond runs back over towards him. But Harter cuts him off with a knee strike to the midsection. The crowd boos as Harter follows up with a pulling piledriver.

Grayson: Piledriver! Break his neck, Harter!

Harter crawls across the ring and grabs the chair. As Harter gets up, Bond can be seen struggling to get up to his feet. When Bond turns around, Harter nails him in the head with the chair to boos from the crowd.

As Bond slowly turns over onto his side, Harter goes over and repeatedly jabs the chair against the side of Bond's neck. He then raises the chair and strikes down, nailing Bond across the body with the chair.

Grayson: Make him pay! Make him bleed!

Clement: That's a human being in there Evan. Remember that.

Grayson: You don't cross Dom Harter and live to tell about it. Remember that!

The ref moves Harter back and tells him that enough is enough. And surprisingly, Harter agrees. As the ref turns to check on Bond, Harter cracks him across the back with the chair.

Clement: There was no excuse for that!

As Bond struggles to get back up to his feet, Harter runs from behind and cracks him across the back of the head with the chair. Bond stumbles through the ropes and falls hard to the floor.

As Bond leans himself up against the barricade and slowly tries to get back up to his feet, Harter steps out onto the apron. He waves his arm up and down as he tells Bond to get up. As Bond turns around, Harter jumps off the apron and cracks him over the head with the chair, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

After Hardaway checks on Bond, he turns to Harter and tells him that's enough.

Clement: This is disgusting. Pure and simple.

Grayson: Bond asked for this. Now he lives with the consequences.

Dom Harter shouts back at Hardaway, "It's enough when I said it is!"

He then brushes past K-Hard, picks up Bond and brings him over to the ring post. After leaning Bond's head against the ring post, Harter steps back. Hardaway pleads with him to stop. But Harter just cracks a smirk before running over and clobbering Bond with a chair shot to the head. Bond slowly falls to the floor. Hardaway checks Bond and reveals that he's been busted open. He then calls for the bell.

"Superunknown" blares throughout the arena to a massive amounts of boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!

Harter goes to nail Bond again, but Hardaway lays on top of Bond, protecting him from any further damage...

Clement: That went from an a contest between two men, both of them trying to prove who the better is... and it quickly gave way to a gangland style beat down! Dom Harter should be ashamed of himself!

Grayson: Ashamed? Do you hear yourself? Harter did what he said he was going to do. He beat Chris Bond. Don't berate him for being a man of his word.

Clement: How can you defend him?

Grayson: Chris Bond is not a victim. Nor is he a casualty. Chris Bond is just another example of what happens when you don't believe in Dom Harter. Chris Bond failed to be the better man. Now Dom Harter has humiliated him. He has destroyed him. And he is the new Number One Contender!

Clement: You are a horrible person, Evan. You villainize the good and glorify the bad. Dom Harter stole this victory from Chris Bond and you don't see anything wrong with that? If Dom Harter steals the Heavyweight Championship too, Heaven help us all.

[FGA Office]

Saturday, February 15, 2014
LIVE from the Royal Albert Hall
London, England

[FGA Office]

Ultimate Endurance Match for the
Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship
(c) The Usual Suspects vs. The Murder vs. The Shoot Kings vs. Bloodbath & Beyond

The soundsystem kicks up with the opening chords of Pink Floyd's "In The Flesh" and out from the back, through the black curtains, steps The Church of The Beyond's resident mouthpiece, Justice Young. He's wearing a black suit with a red shirt and black tie along with a pair of shiny black shoes. As he steps out and heads down the aisle, he holds his hands up in the air and jaw jacks with the fans.

Clement: Well folks, we were about to kick off the Ultimate Endurance tag team match for the FGA tag titles but it looks like Justice Young has something to share with us.

Grayson: Regardless of what it is, you and these fans are best to listen up because when Justice speaks the gospel of The Church of The Beyond, minds are changed almost immediately.

As the instrumental portion of the song continues, Justice makes a full lap around ringside before climbing up on the ring apron and into the ring through the top and middle ropes. A strut to the center of the ring and a spotlight comes beaming down right on Justice Young as he brings a microphone to his lips..

Justice: So you all thought you might come here to Final Frontier and check out the show. You all thought you would feel the warm thrill that FGA brings with it from town to town.

**CROWD POP!!!**

Justice: Well I've got some bad news for all of you. Chris Tryon isn't well and he's back at the hotel. So they sent me and The Church of The Beyond along to find out where you folks really stand.

***BOOOO****

Clement: Is this some sort of joke? What the hell is Justice Young talking about? I know for a fact that Chris Tryon IS in the building and WILL be defending their tag titles here shortly.

Grayson: Do you REALLY know that for a fact? Do anyone of us REALLY know anything?

Justice: Are there any Crows in the building tonight?

**SMALL CROWD POP!!!**

Justice points a finger out into the crowd.

Justice: GET THEM UP AGAINST THE WALL!

[All of a sudden, a few random fans are dragged away by hooded goons.]

Clement: How dare he! These fans have the right to cheer for whoever they want.

Grayson: Not if they want to remain in their seats they don't.

Justice: There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me… GET HIM UP AGAINST THE WALL!

Another fan is dragged away from within the crowd.

Grayson: Sheesh.. who let all of this riff-raff into the room?

Justice: There's one smoking a joint…clearly a Shoot Kings fan…And another with spots! If I had my way, I'd have all of you shot!

And before Justice can continue, the spotlight goes away as the lights dim throughout the arena, with only a pair of voices heard through the PA from behind the curtain.

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

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

"Sorry, sorry..."

The lights briefly cut to complete black.

"SHOOT'S ON!"

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

Cruz: The following contest is an Ultimate Endurance match! And it is for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Ariel Shadows! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 396 pounds! They are the team of Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson, THE SHOOT KINGS!

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

Clement: Thank goodness the Shoot Kings came out here. I don't think I could have taken any more of that nonsense that was spewed by our former colleague. Having severing ties with their former manager and losing the GFC World Tag Team Titles over in England, the Shoot Kings are looking to end 2013 on a high note.

[The lights go dark as "Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)" by AFI begins to play over the sound system. and with each drumbeat, red spotlights flash at the top of the ramp.]

##
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us.
##

[The fans begin to boo as through the black curtain separating the locker room from the main arena and into the red spotlights steps out the majority of The Church of The Beyond - Johnny Blayze, Chaths, Justice Young, and Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. Blayze is a Caucasian male with an athletic build and shaved head with a good growth of a brown beard wearing tight black leather pants, black elbow pads, and black boots. His ensemble is completed by a black full-length hooded leather jacket with the hood pulled over his head. Chaths is a tan individual in a hooded, sleeveless trench coat and his hood covers his face. He holds his handmade tonfa with his right hand. Justice Young is an African American male with a shaved head, bit of a menacing goatee and wearing a black suit, black dress shirt, red tie, and matching black shoes. And Tiffany Lawrence Michaels is a vixen with red hair wearing a black dress. The lights come back up.]

##
Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame...

Incinerate
##

[Blayze's arms are raised high in the air as his "flock" surround him. 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 with Tiffany pulling up the rear. Whenever the fans get too close, Justice smacks their hands. Tiffany slinks down the path with a grimace on her face.

##
Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame
##

[Once at ringside, all four 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 and their lady enter the ring through the top and middle ropes before strolling around the ring.]

##
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...

Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
##

[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 Tiffany Michaels. Blayze removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside as Chaths places his tonfa in the corner. Justice and Tiffany then leaves the ring and remain down on the ringside floor.]

##
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one, one of us
##

[The music ends as Blayze backs into his corner. Chaths hops up to take a seat on the top turnbuckle, patiently waiting for their opponents to arrive. Justice Young grabs the microphone from the ring announcer to properly introduce both men to the crowd.

Justice Young: At a wrecking crew weight of four hundred and twenty pounds…

Accompanied by Mistress Tiffany….

From The Darkest Recesses…

JOHNNYYYY BLAAAAYZE!!!! CHATHSSSS!!!!

THE CHURCHHHHH OF THE BEYONDDDDD!!!!

**CHORUS OF BOOS**

Grayson: You know, I look at the Church of Beyond and I see a team that could very well outlast every other team in this match. The confidence of the Shoot Kings is shot. The Usual Suspects are in a rut. And while The Murder is focused, I feel that the Church of Beyond have the mindset, not to mention the bodies on the outside, to take the gold.

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake (IGNITE 24/7 Extreme Championship around his waist) and Bob Pooler burst through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Pooler smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of 408 pounds. They are the team of Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler... THE MURDER!

Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. Pooler rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match. Drake slides under the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; his hair draped over his face.

Clement: The Murder have been hell bent on getting "their" property back. They felt that The Usual Suspects stole those belts from them back at Respect is Earned. Will they be able to outlast the other three teams here to reclaim the gold?

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. Both men are dawning dark hooded sweatshirts that obscure their face over their singlets. 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! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 482 pounds! They are the reigning... defending... Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions! They are the team of Jason Marx and Chris Tryon.... THE USUAL SUSPECTS!

Both men hop up onto the ring apron next and enter through the ropes.

Clement: The Suspects have faced several setbacks as of late. Mounting losses, coupled with the loss of their manager to The Church of Beyond, put the champs in a bad spot. can they overcome all of that, plus three other teams, to retain their titles? We'll find out right now!

The bell sounds as Bob Pooler and Chris Tryon start things off. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Pooler places Tryon in a side headlock. But Tryon shoves Pooler off of him and into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Tryon knocks him down with a standing shoulderblock. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
Pooler kicks out.

Clement: Tryon tries for the early elimination. But he ony gets a one count.

Tryon places Pooler in a side headlock of his own. But after Pooler gets back up to his feet, he reaches up and grabs Tryon by the hair. The crowd boos as Pooler moves Tryon over to the ropes. He then shoves Tryon off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Tryon comes back, Pooler knocks him down with a running shoulderblock to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Tryon kips back up. When Pooler comes back, Tryon leap frogs over him. Pooler continues to run into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Tryon knocks him doing with a jumping back kick to the face. The crowd cheers as Tryon drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Pooler kicks out.

Clement: Tryon again tries for the elimination, but it only gets two.

Grayson: For a renown idiot, Tryon is actually doing the smart thing here. The Suspects know that the deck is stacked against them. So why not try and get a fluke elimination early?

Tryon picks up Pooler, wrings his arm, brings him over towards is corner and tags in Jason Marx. The crowd cheers as Marx gets in and delivers a clubbing shot to Pooler's outstretched arm. He then takes the arm and wrings it. As Pooler cringes in pain, Marx tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. The pain quickly sends Pooler down onto one knee. As he tries to get back up, Marx yanks the arm, sending Pooler back down to one knee to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers quickly turns to boos as Pooler rolls forward, leans back, kips up and connects with an enzuigiri. He turns Marx over and makes the cover.

Clement: Great counter there by Pooler. Is this enough for three?

ONE!
.
.
Marx kicks out.

Pooler picks up Marx, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Malcolm Drake gets tagged in. Drake gets in and delivers a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then places Marx in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope. The crowd boos as Marx stumbles into the Church of Beyond corner. Marx quickly gets punched by Johnny Blayze, then by Chaths. As Marx stumbles across the ring, he stumbles into a yakuza kick from Drake to boos from the crowd. Drake drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Marx kicks out.

Drake picks up Marx and whips him into The Murder's corner. Drake then runs into the corner. But Marx nails him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. Marx quickly turns around and nails Pooler with a right hand. He then around and catches an oncoming Drake with a right hand. The crowd cheers as Marx turns around and knocks Pooler down to the apron with a right hand. But the cheers turn to boos as Marx turns around and gets raked across the eyes. He then brings Marx from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Marx into the ropes. When Marx comes back, Drake bends over to set up a back body drop. But Marx stops, hooks Drake's arms, lifts him up and throws him down with a double underhook suplex to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Drake telegraphed that back body drop and Marx made him pay with the suplex!

As Drake rolls to the outside, Madman Szalinski steps into the ring to cheers from the crowd. Marx turns around and sees Madman staring right back at him. The two men then circle the ring before going for a lock up. But Madman catches him with a kick to the midsection. He then delivers an arm wringer, followed by a fireman's carry takeover. The crowd cheers as Madman follows up with a shoulder lock. The ref asks Marx if he wants to give up. But Marx refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Marx nails him with several punches to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, Marx takes Madman and whips him into the ropes. When Madman comes back, Marx throws him down with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Madman gets back up, but Marx knocks him down with a clothesline. Madman gets up, but Madman knocks him back down with another clothesline as the crowd cheers. As Madman gets up and stumbles back towards the ropes... Marx runs over and delivers a clothesline, sending him over the top rope and to the floor.

Clement: And now Madman gets sent to the outside! So much for being in a rut. The Usual Suspects look to be in firm control of this one.

Grayson: For now, Kev. For now One of them is bound to screw this up. My vote goes to Tryon...

As Madman gets up off the floor, Blayze runs along the apron, hops off and takes him down with a flying hurricanrana to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Tryon springboards onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off and knocks Blayze down with a flying thrust kick to the face. Pooler then gets into the ring and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he charges forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks Tryon down with a suicide dive to boos from the crowd. Marx then makes his way around the ring post, runs along the apron, jumps off and knocks Pooler down with a flying double ax handle smash from behind. But the cheers turn back to boos as Chaths runs along the apron, dives off and knocks him down with a shining yakuza kick. Drake then steps into the ring before running into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he charges forward, leaps through the ropes and knocks Chaths down from behind with a suicide dive.

Clement: And there goes the Head Crow with a dive to the outside! There are bodies flying everywhere, Evan!

Grayson: I've seen pile ups on I-95 that didn't look at bad as this!

Graham Clauson finally steps into the ring and points to the outside. The crowd cheers. But they aren't loud enough for him. So Graham waves his arms up and down, hyping up the crowd. As his opponents slowly get up on the outside, Graham runs into the ropes. When Graham comes back, he charges forward before knocking several of his opponents down with the Sasuke Special II. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd.

Clement: Graham Clauson just wiped everyone out on the outside! It's anyone's match now!

Marx is the first one up to his feet. He then maneuvers around the pile of bodies and picks up Blayze. After slamming his head against the apron, Marx rolls him back into the ring. After Marx rolls himself back in, he picks up Blayze and whips him into the corner. Marx then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Marx punches Blayze as the crowd counts along.

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

The crowd cheers as Marx hops down. Tryon quickly climbs up onto the apron and calls for Mass Destruction to cheers from the crowd. As Tryon climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, Marx tries to lift up Blayze for a powerbomb. But Blayze holds onto his leg. So Marx delivers a series of clubbing shots to the back. He then tries to lift up Blayze for the powerbomb. But again, Blayze hangs on to his leg for dear life. While Marx is still struggling to lift up Blayze, Chaths climbs up onto the apron and shoves Tryon off the top rope. The crowd boos as Tryon falls off the apron, crashes against the barricade and falls to the floor. Back in the ring, Blayze throws down Marx with a back body drop. While Marx is down, Chaths climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying double foot stomp to boos from the crowd. After Blayze drags Marx into the corner, he springboards onto the top turnbuckle and connects with Death From Above. The crowd boos as Blayze makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

Cruz: The Usual Suspects have been eliminated.

Grayson: Ha ha! I knew it! I knew it was a fluke. They stole those belts from The Murder and it was only a matter of time until they lost them!

Clement: They beat The Murder fair and square. But The Usual Suspects just got defeated fair and square as well. The Tag Champs are the first ones out of here, Evan. We're now guaranteed new champions tonight!

Graham rolls back into the ring. But he's quickly met by a series of stomps from the Church of Beyond. The crowd boos as B & B pick up Graham and whip him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, the Church throw him down with a double back body drop. The crowd boos as Graham arches his back in pain. Blayze quickly drops down and chokes Graham to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Blayze lets go. He picks up Graham and whips him hard back-first into the corner. As Graham stumbles out, Blayze runs across the ring, leaps up and takes him down with a leg lariat to boos from the crowd. He then makes his way across the ring and tags in Chaths. The crowd cheers as Chaths gets in and puts the boots to Graham. He picks up Graham and delivers a vertical suplex. The crowd boos as Graham can be seen cringing in pain. After kicking Graham over onto his stomach, Chaths applies a camel clutch with a knee to the back. The crowd boos as Graham can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks Graham if he wants to give up. When Graham refuses to quit, Chaths pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold. The ref asks Graham if he wants to give up. But again, Graham refuses to quit. So Blayze steps back into the ring and runs into the ropes. When Blayze comes back, he connects with a baseball slide to Graham's face. The crowd boos.

Clement: I hate to admit it. But the Church of Beyond have not only eliminated the champions, but it looks like they're on the verge of eliminating another team as well. They are breaking down Graham in the middle of this ring.

Grayson: And you all scoffed at the wisdom of Beyondism. Tell me, who is laughing now? Certainly not The Usual Suspects. And neither is Graham Clauson.

As Blayze heads back out onto the apron, Chaths brings Graham over towards the ropes. He then steps up onto the middle ropes and locks Graham up with the Bite of the Dragon to boos from the crowd. The ref gives Chaths until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chaths reluctantly lets go. He then goes over and tags Drake back in. The crowd boos as Drake gets in picks up Graham and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Drake goes for a back elbow to the face. But Graham ducks and runs into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Drake knocks him down with a yakuza kick to boos from the crowd. Drake picks up Graham and delivers a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. He goes over, grabs Graham, brings him away from the ropes and delivers another headbutt. This time, Graham stumbles into the corner as the crowd boos. As Drake slowly approaches, Graham throws out a desperation kick to the midsection. He then connects with another kick... and another... and another. The crowd cheers. Graham throws out another kick. But this time, Drake catches his foot to boos from the crowd. After Drake drags Graham from out of the corner, Drake spins him around. When Graham comes back, Drake goes for a lariat. But Graham ducks. When Drake turns around, Graham connects with a savate kick that echoes throughout the building. Drake's eyes roll back as he slowly falls onto his back as the crowd cheer.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: Drake's lights may have been permanently shut off.

Grayson: But making the cover is useless. The only way for the next team to be eliminated is by submission...

After gathering his bearings, Graham gets back up to his feet. He goes over, picks up Drake's legs, drags him towards the center of the ring and slowly turns him over into an elevated cloverleaf. The crowd cheers as Drake groans in pain. The ref asks Drake if he wants to give up. But Drake refuses by shaking his head. So Graham pulls back, sending a jolt of pain down Drake's spine.

Grayson: Don't give up, Drake.

Clement: He may not have much of a choice.

Drake cringes in pain as the crowd cheers. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Drake refuses to give up. After pushing himself up off the canvas, Drake begins to claw his way across the ring to boos from the crowd. Graham then sits down into a regular cloverleaf, trying to prevent Drake from making it to the ropes. The switch temporarily slows Drake down. But the Head Crow continues to scratch and claw his way towards the ropes. Drake reaches out... and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd. The ref gives Graham until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Graham reluctantly lets go. He then picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Graham into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Drake swings around Graham, locking on a sleeper hold to boos from the crowd. Graham quickly panics. He moves his arms around, trying to grab onto anything he can. But it's no use as he's nowhere near the ropes. The crowd continues to boo as Drake keeps the hold applied with a big smirk on his face. But the boos quickly turn to cheers as Graham counters with a jawbreaker, sending Drake stumbling into the ropes.

Clement: Desperate times call for desperate measures. And that jawbreaker may have just saved the Shoot Kings there.

As Drake appears to be on dream street, Graham slowly begins to turn over. He begins to claw his way over to the Shoot Kings corner as the crowd cheers. Meanwhile, Drake tries to snap back into it as he shakes his head.

Grayson: Snap out of it, Drake! Get over there and cut Graham off!

Graham continues to crawl across the ring as Madman is hopping up and down, begging to be tagged in. Meanwhile, Ariel leads the crowd as she slaps the canvas. The crowd then claps their hands and stomps their feet in unison. Back across the ring, Drake makes his way off the ropes, stumbles over and tags in Pooler to boos from the crowd. Once Pooler gets tagged in, he slingshots himself back into the ring and runs across the ring. But before he can cut off Graham, Graham is able to dive over and tag Madman back in. The crowd cheers as Madman slowly steps back into the ring.

Clement: Oh here we go! Business is about to pick up now!

Pooler stops in his tracks. He begins to call for a timeout as he backs away from Madman. But Madman doesn't want to hear any of it.

Pooler motions to turn away, only to quickly turn back and goes for a cheap shot. But Madman blocks the punch and counters with one of his own, knocking Pooler down. Pooler gets back up, but Madman decks him with another right hand to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler gets up, Madman grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Madman knocks him down with a running bionic elbow. Pooler gets back up, but Madman knocks him down with another bionic elbow to cheers from the crowd. Madman then runs into the ropes. But Chaths makes the blind tag. When Madman turns around, Chaths nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then follows up with a slingshot sitout facebuster to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Madman and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Chaths makes the blind tag. But I've got to winder what he's doing.

Grayson: The Church of Beyond just eliminated the tag champs. Clearly they know what they're doing...

When Chaths turns around, Pooler connects with Dr. Teeth. He then picks up Chaths and whips him into the corner. Pooler runs across the ring, leaps up into the air and connects with a hangtime corner dropkick. Chaths tumbles from out of the corner. Pooler then picks Chaths back up and nails him in the midsection. He then sends Chaths into he ropes. When Chaths comes back, Pooler takes him down with a crossface. Chaths can be heard cringing in pain. He tries to make his way towards the ropes, but Madman quickly gets in, goes over, kneels down and applies an ankle lock to his right leg.

Grayson: What in the...

The crowd cheers Chaths groans in pain. Blayze then gets in to break up the submissions. But he's quickly cut off by Drake, who nails him with a Roaring Elbow.

Clement: Down goes the ladder of the Church!

Grayson: No, no, no!

He then goes over, grabs Chath's left leg and applies a kneeling ankle lock. Graham then gets in, goes over and applies a fujiwara armbar to Chath's right arm.

Clement: Chaths is trapped! He's got nowhere to go! Everyone has a submission on him!

Grayson: This isn't fair!

The ref asks Chaths if he wants to give up. Chaths quickly nods his head to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: The Church of Beyond have been eliminated!

Grayson: Gah!

Clement: The Usual Suspects have bee eliminated. The Church of Beyond have been eliminated. It is now a race to climb that ladder and grab those title belts!

As Chaths rolls to the outside, the Shoot Kings and The Murder get up and stare each other down. They look up at the belts hanging 15 ft high above them. They then turn and look at the ladder that's standing in the aisle. They then look back up at the belts, then back over at the ladder, then back to each other. At the drop of a hat, all four men quickly slide to the outside and race over to the ladder. The crowd cheers as The Murder and the Shoot Kings fight over the ladder. Each team tries to pull the ladder out of the others hands. The Shoot Kings then decide to let go, letting the ladder smack The Murder in the face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Smart move there by the Kings...

Graham then heads back to ringside. After holding up the apron and looking underneath the ring, Graham pulls out a ladder to cheers from the crowd. Back in the aisle, Madman takes the original ladder and uses it to block off The Murder. As The Murder get up, they try to get past Madman. But Madman threatens to hit them with it. Drake then motions for Pooler to make his way through the crowd. And Pooler does just that, hopping over the barricade and slithering through the crowd. Back in the ring, Graham sets up the ladder right underneath the belts. As he begins to climb it, Pooler slingshots over the barricade and then slides into the ring. He quickly goes over, jumps up and tackles Graham off the ladder to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: He thought it was that easy. But The Murder isn't going down without a fight. Those titles were stolen from them the first time around. They'll be damned if they allow those belts to slip through their talons agains.

Back on the outside, Drake runs directly at Madman. But Madman nails him in the face with the ladder to cheers from the crowd. After dropping the ladder, he rolls back in the ring. Across the ring, Pooler is trying to hold down Graham. But Madman takes the ladder, folds it up, walks over to Pooler and throws it down across his back to cheers from the crowd. Pooler rolls over and kicks his feet as he arches his back in pain. As Madman holds down Pooler, Graham goes over and picks up the ladder. After setting it up, Graham begins to climb the steps to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Drake slides the original ladder into the ring. He then rolls back in, gets up, picks up the ladder and nails Graham right in the ribs, knocking Graham off the ladder and to the canvas. The crowd boos as Graham clutches his ribs in pain.

Clement: What a brutal shot to the ribs by Drake.

Graham: And I'm sure that did Graham no favors, especially after the number that Blayze and Chaths put on him.

Madman turns around sees Graham in pain. He then looks up at Drake. So Madman gets up and goes after Drake. Drake tosses the ladder at him. Madman catches the ladder. But Drake runs over and delivers a yakuza kick, kicking the ladder into Madman's face to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Madman's brain is certainly rattling around in his skull after that one.

Grayson: Brain? What brain?

After moving the ladder off of Madman, Drake picks him up, only to toss him through the ropes and to the floor. He then picks up the ladder, lifts it up over his head and throws it down over the top rope, sending it crashing down on top of Madman to boos from the crowd.

Clement: My God did you heart the impact of that ladder crashing onto Madman Szalinski?

Grayson: I did. And it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Back in the ring, Pooler tries to pick up Graham from off the canvas. Graham begins to deliver a series of punches to the midsection. But Pooler cuts him off with a European Uppercut, sending Graham stumbling into the ropes. After taking a few steps back, Pooler charges forward and goes for a clothesline. But Graham pulls down the top rope, sending Pooler tumbling over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Down goes Pooler, who takes a hard fall to the outside.

As Graham gets back up to a vertical base, Drake rocks him with a right hand. He then takes Graham and whips him into the corner. Drake charges into the corner and goes for a corner yakuza kick. But Graham catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. He then shoves Drake down to the canvas. After Drake rolls back up to his feet, Graham runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheers. Graham picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Graham throws out a spinning backfist. But Drake ducks and runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Graham delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: What a backbreaker that was by Graham. With Drake down and Pooler on the outside, Graham has to climb that ladder and climb it now!

While Drake arches his back in pain, Graham goes over, folds up the ladder and pushes it down onto the canvas. He then heads back up, picks up Drake and lifts him up across his shoulders. After turning around, Graham runs across the ring and delivers The Relapse of Robert Downey, Jr across the ladder to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: This is getting too hard to watch.

Clement: After everything that The Murder has done to this roster for the past year, I have zero sympathy for them. Zero!

While Drake is writhing in pain, Graham takes the ladder and brings it back towards the center of the ring. After standing it up, Graham begins to make his way up the ladder to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Pooler climbs up onto the apron, springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and knocks Graham off the ladder with a diving clothesline. The crowd boos as Graham holds his head in pain.

Grayson: Pooler with the save!

Pooler slowly rolls to the outside. After holding up the ring apron and looking underneath the ring, Pooler pulls out a table to boos from the crowd. He then goes looking back under the ring.... and pulls out a second table to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What in the world is he doing?

Grayson: What does it look like he's doing?

Pooler gets up, picks up the second table and sits it up on the outside. He then goes over, unfolds the legs on the first table and stacks it on top of the other table. The crowd boos as Pooler rolls back into the ring. After checking to see if Graham is still down, Pooler picks up the ladder. Once he checks to see that he's right under the belts, Pooler stands up the ladder. He begins to climb the ladder to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Madman rolls back in, runs over and pushes the ladder. The crowd cheers as Pooler falls off the ladder, hits the canvas... and quickly has the ladder fall right on him.

Grayson: Poor Pooler just had that ladder fall right on his face.

Cement: Aw, poor Bobby Pooler...

After moving the ladder off of Pooler, Madman picks him up, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After a European Uppercut, Madman steps back towards the center of the ring. He looks out at the crowd and yells “READY!” to cheers from the crowd. When he gets down in a three point stance, he yells out “DOWN!” Madman then charges forward and connects with the Tecmo Elbows. The crowd yells out “HUT!” with each elbow. The crowd cheers as Pooler stumbles from out of the corner and falls flat on his face.

On the outside, Graham takes the second ladder and sets it up so that it's sitting along the apron and the top of the barricade. After rolling back into the ring, the Shoot Kings pick up Pooler and whip him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, the Shoot Kings double hip toss him over the top rope and down onto the ladder to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: Bob Pooler just got flung over the top rope and landed right on that ladder. His spine will never be the same after that one...

As Pooler is writhing in pain and with Drake still down, Madman sets up the second ladder in the center of the ring, Madman begins to climb the ladder as Graham steps out onto the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Grayson: What is he doing?

Clement: Graham's about to end this once and for all...

Once he reaches the top turnbuckle, Graham flips off, going for A Clockwork orange. But Pooler is able to roll off the ladder, causing Graham to connect with nothing but the ladder to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: YES!

After landing hard on the ladder, Graham's body bounces off and falls to the floor. The crowd boos as Graham curls up in pain. As Ariel rushes over to check on him, Madman looks back and sees Graham down on the outside. He then looks back up and sees the two belts hanging. Madman decides to keep climbing as the crowd cheers.

Clement: Madman's got to keep climbing. He's almost there!

After climbing up onto the fourth to last step, Madman reaches up.... but the crowd sighs as the belts are just right out of his reach. He ascends one more steps and reaches up. He's got his hands on both titles to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Drake gets up and pushes over the ladder. As the ladder falls, Madman jumps off. But he ends up getting clipped by the top rope to boos from the crowd. Madman can be seen holding his chest in immense pain. After Pooler slowly rolls back into the ring, he reaches up and pulls himself up using the ropes. Back across the ring, Drake rushes over and puts the boots to Madman to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Madman was right there! Those belts were that close to becoming theirs...

As Drake goes off to set up the ladder, Pooler picks up Madman and delivers the 5-7-5 to the chest. The crowd boos as Madman clutches his chest in pain. After sliding the ladder over towards the corner, Drake goes over and picks up Madman. He brings him over towards the corner before sitting him up on the top turnbuckle. Drake then turns around, grabs Madman and plants him with a rope-hung ace cutter onto the ladder. The crowd boos as Madman is motionless.

Grayson: It's over, Kev. Graham is down. Madman is down. It's over. The Murder is about to get back what is rightfully theirs...

After kicking Madman off the ladder, Pooler drags the ladder back towards the center of the ring. He then picks up Madman and body slams him on top of it as Drake heads out onto the apron. Drake scans the crowd. He takes in all of the boos and jeers that are directed at his and Pooler's way. He then walks along the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he gets to the top, he's got Madman set up perfectly for Mors Vincit to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Graham climbs up onto the apron and shoves Drake off the top turnbuckle. Drake goes flying off the top turnbuckle and crashes against the barricade to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: That no good son of a ... GAH! Damn him.

Pooler immediately darts over towards the ropes. He leaps through the ropes and spears Graham off the apron and to the floor with a High Velocity Hug. The crowd boos as both men are down.

Clement: My God what a spear that was by Pooler! Pooler just speared Graham off the apron and to the floor! Did you hear that? The sickening thud as Graham landed on the floor?

Pooler slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. After rolling back into the ring, Pooler picks up the ladder. After setting the ladder up, Pooler begins to climb it to boos from the crowd. But the boos quickly turn to cheers as Madman gets up and begins to climb the other side. Pooler sees this, so he begins to pick up the pace. Once he's near the top, he reaches up and grabs one of the belts to boos from the crowd. But Madman quickly punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. Madman then takes Pooler and slams his head against the top step to cheers from the crowd. Pooler then nails him with a right hand. But Madman comes back with an open hand palm strike. He then nails Pooler with another palm strike... and another... and another. The crowd cheers as Pooler leans back. But he quickly lunges forward and pokes Madman in the eye. The crowd boos as Pooler reaches up and grabs a hold of the belts. But Madman connects with a hard right hand. After slamming Pooler's head against the top step, he grabs Pooler, jumps off the ladder....

Clement: No, Madman, no...

and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Swinging neckbreaker from near the top of the ladder! My God what a move!

Grayson: This is insane, Kevin!

Both men remain down.... until Madman raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I don't believe it!

He slowly turns over onto all fours. Ariel can be seen slapping the canvas, trying her hardest to will her husband up to his feet. As the crowd joins in, Madman slowly gets up to his feet. He stumbles over to the ropes. After gathering his bearings, Madman grabs the ladder and brings it back towards the center of the ring. After setting up the ladder, Madman begins to climb to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I can't watch....

Clement: He's climbing the ladder! Madman's climbing the ladder!

After about halfway up, Madman takes a look around and sees that both members of The Murder are still down. So he continues to climb to cheers from the crowd. Once he's near the top, Madman reaches up to grab the title belts to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler Scott rolls into the ring, gets up and pushes over the ladder. Madman falls off the ladder and goes crashing through the stacked tables to a downpour boos from the crowd.

Grayson: YES!

Clement: CHANDLER SCOTT!? What the hell did he do that for? That son of a bitch!

Grayson: I don't know why and I don't care. I know one thing, I'm happy!

Clement: Madman Szalinski had his hands on those belts! The Shoot Kings had this match won! And then that rat bastard Chandler Scott shoves him off the ladder! What is he even doing here. He doesn't even work here anymore!

As Chandler rolls out of the ring and hops the barricade, Ariel immediately rushes over to Madman. She tries to revive him. But Madman is motionless and out cold.

Grayson: You mind as well save your breath, toots, he's not getting up.

Drake slowly rolls back into the ring to boos from the crowd. He gets up to his feet, takes the ladder and drag it back towards the center of the ring. After taking a look around, Drake climbs the ladder to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh, come on....

After stopping halfway, Drake looks around and sees Graham and Madman still down. So he smirks as he continues to climb the ladder.

Clement: No... no.... not like this! Not like this!

Once he's near the top, Drake grabs one of the belts and unhooks it from the rung. He then reaches over and yanks down the other title belt to boos from the crowd. The referee then calls for the bell.

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

Cruz: Here and your winners and the new Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, THE MURDER!

A battered, beaten and bruised Drake slowly descends down the ladder as Graham crawls over towards Madman. Meanwhile, Drake stumbles over to the outside where he congratulates Pooler.

Clement: The Shoot Kings got robbed!

Grayson: Oh quit your crying.

Clement: The Murder complaining about having those belts stolen from them. Well they just stole this match from the Shoot Kings. This isn't right!