Battleground 1.1

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

::: "Hysteria (Instrumental)" by Muse plays as a video package is shown of various FGA grapplers getting kicked, punched, slammed, suplexed and dropped onto the mat. After a dramatic close up of several FGA grapplers is shown, the production shifts to a shot of the crowd. As the camera pans from left to right, we see various fans cheering, clapping and pointing to the shirts their wearing of their favorite FGA grappler. The fans in the front row reach over the barricade and slap it loudly to the tune of an "F-G-A" chant. We then transition over to the announce table... :::

Kevin Clement: Welcome everyone to the debut edition of Battleground! I am Kevin Clement. Joining me is my colleague, Evan Grayson. And we are coming to you from the Westchester County Center in White Plains, New York! Tonight is our big debut on Spike! Are you excited for the debut of Battleground, Evan?

Evan Grayson: I'm absolutely thrilled! It's about time that this lovely face gets seen by more people. But more important than that, it's about time that these great athletes we have here finally get the recognition that they deserve.

Clement: I couldn't agree more. If you've been with us since the beginning or you've joined us over the years, you already know what to expect. But those of you who are joining us for the first time ever, prepare to see the some of the best wrestling you'll find anywhere. There won't be any sports entertainment here. You won't see us trying to appeal to the mainstream. You will see us doing what we do best. And that's wrestle! Speaking of which, we have two big matches this evening, don't we?

Grayson: That's right. In tag team action, The Usual Suspects will go one on one with the Super Mario Wrestling Bros!

Clement: These two teams have faced off twice before. They've each won one match each. Tonight will finally answer the question on who is the better team. Also tonight, a shot at the Pride Championship will be on the line as Willow Swaine, Riley Owens and Jack Reynolds fight in a Triple Threat Match.

Grayson: All three of these newcomers have made a name for themselves in their brief FGA tenure. But only one grappler will be able to take that step to the next level. Tonight, one of these three will come one step closer to the Pride Championship.

Clement: And in the main event, old foes collide as Bob Pooler faces off against a returning Kevin Hardaway!

Grayson: Kevin Hardaway makes his return to an FGA ring when he takes on Bob Pooler. These two have faced off two times as well. One match Pooler won and the other ended in a draw. We'll see what Hardaway's got when he takes on the x factor of pro wrestling, Bob Pooler.

Clement: We've got tons of actions for you all tonight. But right now, let's send it to the ring....

[FGA Office]

(The familiar sound of ‘The Earth’s Rotation Around the Sun’ is heard throughout the arena as the fans in attendance immediately jump out of their seats and begin to boo. There appears to be some new lighting effects added to this entrance as blue lights begin to shoot around the arena. A well-produced video package containing images and clips of Chris Q, the FGA Heavyweight Championship, and The Compactor is playing on the screens throughout the arena. After several moments of just the music and video playing, the Big Bad finally emerges as he steps through the curtain into a wash of blue lighting.

The fans react with utter hatred while Chris Q takes his time at the top of the stage, slowly raising the FGA Heavyweight Championship above his head. Q looks around the arena, noticing the larger audience and new set for Battleground. He shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unimpressed with the increased production. Chris lowers his arm and throws the belt over his shoulder as he begins walking down the aisle. The Big Bad climbs the steps onto the apron. He raises his belt one final time before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. Q walks over to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from the announcer. He walks back to the center of the ring as his music begins to fade. Chris smirks and scratches his beard before bringing the microphone to his mouth.)

Chris Q: How many wars do I need to win? How many bodies and how many dreams must I destroy before everyone accepts my dominance?

(This draws massive heat from the FGA fans. They continue to boo Q.)

Chris Q: After I ran through Chris Bond for the second time, I knew I had his number. All the mind games, the physical and mental abuse I put him through forced him to rethink his entire approach to this business. But now I realize that was nothing compared to what I did to Sean Sands. I let Sean believe, for just a moment, that he was actually something. I let him believe in his own hype and buy into his string of luck before ultimately ripping it all away. I changed Sean Sands forever. I created an anger inside of him that clouded his mind. I pushed him over the edge and I don’t think he’s ever going to be the same. Don’t expect to ever see Sean in the title picture again, because he’s never going to touch the gold again!

(Chris smiles and touches the FGA Heavyweight Championship while the fans continue to boo.)

Chris Q: Normally, after I finish crushing a contender, I sit back and wait for my next challenger to earn his shot. This time, there’s no secret to what’s coming next. Everybody knows what’s on tap for the Big Bad and honestly, I couldn’t be happier. I sat backstage at Final Frontier and watched Dom Harter and Chris Bond try to bleed each other dry. I loved it. I’ll be honest, the idea of sticking my boot up Bond’s ass again didn’t really appeal to me. I’d do it again, but I wouldn’t be excited about it. Deep down, I was pulling for the Tenacious Little Douche Bag to win. Luckily for me, he didn’t disappoint.

(Q pauses for a moment.)

Chris Q: Dom, I know you’ve been crying and complaining about wanting another shot at the title since Respect is Earned. Some people believe we may have unfinished business. I never leave business unfinished. So instead of waiting for you and the other bitches to jump me from behind, why don’t we lay down terms right now? You know I’m not going to sneak around and avoid a fight, Dom. Don’t make me come find y-

(Q is cut off as the opening chords of ‘Superunknown’ begin to play throughout the Westchester County Center. Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain to a chorus of boos from the fans; the negative reaction continues as Harter strolls slowly down the aisle, never taking his eyes off the FGA Champion, Chris Q.)

Grayson: Holy hell, business is about to pick up, Kevin.

Clement: Two of the most dominant men in FGA last year in the ring together…again! Of course their title match is scheduled for our first iPPV in London, England next month.

Grayson: I can’t wait for that one.

Dom Harter: It really warms the cockles of my heart to know you were pulling for me, Q. Truly.

(Dom says as he continues almost hobbling down the aisle.)

Dom Harter: To know that you wanted this as much as I do, because after I crushed Bond’s skull against that ring post do you know what I did? I went backstage and I prayed, one last time, I prayed that you would defeat Sands. And I did this for one very simple reason – and no, it’s not that I’m scared of Sean Sands…

(Harter laughs as he stops at the bottom of the aisle. The fans boo at the joke.)

Dom Harter: It’s because I love a challenge.

(Harter climbs up the ring steps cautiously, entering the ring through the middle ropes. He walks over to where the champion, Chris Q is standing, so that there’s about a foot of space between them.)

Dom Harter: Two very long months ago, I stood in this ring at ‘Respect Is Earned’ and I told you I was coming for that title, Q. I told you – I told the world – that I deserved a shot at that belt. But you and the rest of the world shook your head and told me no. Some of them had the balls to laugh at me. They scoffed at my claims…

(Pause. Dom smirks.)

Dom Harter: Where are those people now? Injured, reduced to their rightful position on the card, gradually fading into obscurity. And, after jumping through their hoops, I – The Tenacious Little Bastard Dom Harter – am standing before you as the number one contender to that FGA Championship belt you have over your shoulder!

(He says, poking the title belt. The fans in attendance begin to anticipate a physical confrontation, a hushed silence. Chris balls up his free fist, which does not escape the notice of Harter, who takes a step back, smirking as he does.)

Dom Harter: And it’s a good thing you didn’t want to face Bond again, it really is. Because he’s gone now. Probably retired like he should have done years ago and you’re stuck with me, Q. And I won’t do you the disservice of saying you’re scared of me. I won’t do you the disservice of saying that taking that belt from you will be easy – it wasn’t the first time I did it.

(Dom sneers from behind the microphone.)

Dom Harter: And I’ve fought you, I’ve fought alongside you – I know you’re a tough son of a bitch. There’s no doubting that. But back in October I said I would unstoppable, untouchable, unrelenting, unflinching in my quest to capture that title from a deserving champion. From a fighting champion. And if you value that title, if you value your health, your career, your fame … remember we can take each and every one of those away from you like we have done to so many names this last year.

Chris Q: Save the shit, Dom. You know damn well that I’ve run just as many people out of this company as your entire group has. And don’t forget, Dom, I’ve done it all by myself. But we could stand here all day and compare casualties, but what’s the goddamn point? Everybody knows that you and I are the best two guys in this company right now. It’s been that way for a while. Our records, our accomplishments, and our work ethic is second to none. Even though the fans don’t like either one of us, they know I’m right.

(Chris pulls the microphone away from his mouth for a moment, allowing the crowd to voice their hatred for both men.)

Chris Q: Dom, even though your voice is little lower now and your talking to me with a little more confidence, you’re still a child. Don’t forget that you needed help from Pooler, Drake, and Bond when you “beat” me the first time around. Don’t forget that all I had to do was write up a little list and I ran through every member of The Murder to get my belt back. Don’t forget that your title reign barely lasted a month, Dom. Most importantly, don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m not Chris Bond or the Usual Suspects. I’m the Big Bad of FGA. I am the only three time FGA Heavyweight Champion. I have been the very best in our company for a year now. Don’t forget it.

(The two men step forward, their heads clashing as they glare at one another. The tension builds until finally Harter mouths the words "never forget" and walks away, leaving the FGA Champion Chris Q alone in the ring as 'The Earth's Rotation Around the Sun' begins playing again. Both men keep their eyes locked on one another as Harter walks away up the aisle.)

[FGA Office]

Clement: What a confrontation that was between the champion, Chris Q and his next challenger, Dom Harter.

Grayson: You could cut the tension with a knife. Of course, it wasn't appreciated by these fans as they were booing all over them. They wouldn't know talent if it hit them in the face.

Clement: Well if I were them, I'd be booing them, too. Did you hear that language? We're one show in and these two are going to get us kicked off the air.

Grayson: Please, that's your FGA Heavyweight Champion you're talking about. He's The Big Bad. He can do whatever he wants.

Clement: Yeah, and I'm sure he's going to do whatever he wants to Dom Harter at International Incident.

Grayson: I don't know. Dom did beat him for that very title before.

Clement: We all know that victory is a shady as they come.

Grayson: But did he win? Did he get the job done? That's all that matters in this industry. Morals and ethics come second.

Clement: You would probably push over your own mother for a win, wouldn't you?

Grayson: I thought that was already well establish?

Clement: *sigh* Let's just send it to the ring. Manny...

Dandy Holiday vs. Drew Stevenson

The Sharp and Abstract tones of “Gimmie Chemicals” begins to play over the speaker system out of the back pops Dandy Holiday, he is bobbing his head to the song and trying to get the audience on their feet. As he makes his way down the ring his head never steps head banging to the music.

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening! And it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Moose Creek, Alaska! Weighing in at 235 pounds... DANDY HOLIDAY!

He gets to the ring and Jumps up and into it. Dandy circles the ring a few times before letting his arms go out straight to the sides, he lets out a scream and then beats on his chest a few times before, going to his respective corner. He jumps up and down a little cracking his wrists and in general just getting warmed up.

Clement: The level of anxiety has to be high for Dandy Holiday. Not only does he want to bounce back from his loss at Final Frontier, but he's in the very first match in Battleground history!

Grayson: With the way his knees are probably knocking, I'm surprised he can even walk to the ring! This is a totally unique experience for him. His match at Final Frontier wasn't even taped for DVD. Only the fans in the Manhattan Center saw him perform. So to go from that... to having a match on television on Spike of all channels? Yeah, that's a hell of a leap! Good luck to the kid. For his sake, he better have a handle on his nerves.

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 Springfield, 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: At Final Frontier, the Emerald was able to shine as he defeated both Ryan Kidd and Jason Richards in that Tripe Threat Match.

Grayson: I'm not surprised he beat Ryan Kidd. It's the SoCalledSoCal Superstar on a supershow. The man was bound to drop the ball. But after his resent siding with the Church, I was surprised to see Richards take a loss. But maybe that has to do with how good Stevenson is. Or should I say, how good he thinks he is...

The bell sounds as both men go to lock up. But Stevenson ducks the collar & elbow tie up and applies a waistlock from behind.

Clement: Quick go behind there by Stevenson to start things off. Stevenson has the distinct advantage in this match, looking to use his vast in-ring experience to control this newcomer.

Holiday quickly elbows him in the face, breaking the hold. He then runs into the ropes while Stevenson is stilled dazed. When Holiday comes back, Stevenson tosses him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as Stevenson makes his way over and makes the cover.

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Holiday kicks out.

Stevenson picks up Holiday and delivers a knife-edge chop, sending Holiday stumbling into the ropes. Stevenson goes over, grabs Holiday and whips him into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Stevenson goes for a running lariat. But Holiday ducks, sending Stevenson into the ropes. When Stevenson turns around, Holiday knocks him down with a high knee to the face.

Clement: And just like that, Holiday comes right back and is able to take the Emerald off his feet. He goes for the cover...

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Stevenson kicks out.

Holiday picks up Stevenson and nails him with a series of knife-edge chops, sending him stumbling into the corner. As Holiday makes his way into the corner, he knocks down Stevenson with a series of overhead chops. He then takes Stevenson and whips him into the opposite corner. Holiday runs across the ring and connects with a running forearm to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Stevenson and goes for another irish whip. But Stevenson reverses, sending Holiday back into the previous corner. Stevenson runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Stevenson stumbles back, Holiday hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and knocks him down with a diving European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. Holiday makes the cover...

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Stevenson gets his shoulder up.

Clement: That diving uppercut nearly shut off the lights for Stevenson. But Holiday only gets two.

Grayson: I'll give this young kid credit. He's handling himself well in the first ever match on Battleground. I figured his nerves would be shot. But he's got some composure. For now, at least...

Holiday turns Stevenson over, holds up his arm and applies a step-over armlock. The ref asks Stevenson if he wants to give up. But Stevenson refuses to quit. After bringing Stevenson back up to his feet, Holiday whips him into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, Holiday hoists him up and falls back, delivering the flapjack to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Stevenson gets his shoulder up.

Clement: And there goes another nearfall for Holiday! Stevenson better put the brakes on this match quick. Or else Holiday is going to wind up with his first ever win here in FGA.

After picking up Stevenson and throwing him down with a scoop slam, Holiday heads out onto the apron. He then begins to climb the turnbuckles. But before Holiday can even reach the top, Stevenson runs up the turnbuckles and cuts him off with a punch to the midsection.

Clement: Stevenson rocks Holiday with a punch to the face... he's got a hold of Holiday... he lifts him up... superplex off the top! This could be it right here, Evan....

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Holiday gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Stevenson picks up Holiday and whips him into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Stevenson delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to cheers from the crowd. Holiday can be seen arching his back in pain. Stevenson brings him back up to his feet, hoists him up and delivers a uranage backbreaker to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Yet another backbreaker there by Stevenson. He's clearly softening him up for the Final Conflict. But he may not even need to if he can get the pin...

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Holiday gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

As Stevenson slowly picks Holiday up off the mat, Holiday begins to nail him with rights and lefts to the midsection. But Stevenson cuts him off with a knee strike to the midsection, followed by a double underhook suplex. Stevenson picks up Holiday and whips him back into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Stevenson throws him down with a snap powerslam to cheers from the crowd. He then slowly brings Holiday back up to his feet, lifts him up and slams him down with the Final Conflict to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, DREW STEVENSON!

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

Clement: Drew Stevenson is once again victorious in an FGA ring!

Grayson: I'll give that Dandy kid credit. He held up longer than I thought he would. He put up a stronger fight than I thought he would. But in my mind, there was never a doubt as to who would win this match. And with another win to his name, Stevenson now finds himself on a little roll here. But if I were him, I wouldn't get too cocky. The road only gets steeper and harder to navigate from here...

[Commercial Break]

[FGA Office]

"Test The Limits" by The Ghost Inside plays and the crowd goes wild. Out comes Ryan Kidd from the back wearing an FGA Battleground t-shirt. He makes his way to the ring high fiving the fans. He walks to a steel steps and climbs it. He stands on the ring apron looking around the arena before slipping between the top and the middle ropes. He walks to the corner and asks for a microphone from the ringside crew. He walks to the middle of the ring as his music slowly dies down. He slowly raises the microphone to his face and address the crowd.

Ryan: How you all doin' White Plains?

The crowd gets fired up as they blow the roof off the arena. The sold out Westchester County Center is jumping and packed for the monumental first taping of FGA's debut episode of their first television show "Battleground".

Ryan: I dont think we need to mention again how monumental this show is tonight but in case, I will. Tonight is the first taping for FGA Wrestling's debut television show "Battleground"! Now I have been with FGA since summer of last year. Granted I took a few months hiatus this year but I have kept my eyes on FGA and followed its growth the last few months. And I have to say that I couldn't be any prouder of their expansion.

The crowd goes wild as they began chanting "FGA".

Ryan: And that's why I am here tonight despite the fact that I am not booked to compete; Despite the fact that I should still be with my family due to my father passing away days before Christmas. But no.. I am here and I HAD to be here to be a part of this historic event even in a small way as addressing you fine folks of White Plains...

The crowd erupted in cheers again. Ryan laughs but he hushes the crowd.

Ryan: And of course, to witness the BEST matches in professional wrestling today. Matches that only the people in the back can put on. Matches that ONLY FGA Wrestling can provide us!

The crowd cheered again.

Ryan: And so far, we have watched a couple of great matches and the night is still young. There are some other great matches on deck for us tonight and I can't freaking wait to see them. Personally, I am keeping a close eye on a particular match.

The crowd gives off a mixed reaction.

Ryan: I'm not going to hog anymore air time. I came out just to say hi to all of you and hope you guys enjoy the rest of the show!

"Test The Limits" reprises as Kidd walks to the corner and hands over the microphone. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back high fiving some more fans ringside.

[FGA Office]

(As we head backstage we find FGA’s backstage interviewer Spencer Burke standing by with new signee Dan Herrera. They are standing in front of a black banner with the FGA logo tiled across it.)

Spencer Burke: Thanks guys. I’m backstage with one of FGA’s newest minted wrestlers, Dan Herrera. No introductions may be necessary but for progress sake, Dan Herrera is the former owner of Global Division of Wrestling and is now making the move from wrestling owner to just wrestler. How are you Dan?

Dan Herrera: I’m doing good Spencer. Thanks for asking. I’m pretty excited for my first FGA match tonight.

Spencer Burke: As are a lot of wrestling fans from around the country. From what I’m hearing, the reason is because most don’t believe that you are going to do very well. The most common sentiment I’ve heard is that things are a lot different in the ring than behind a desk. You have anything to say to those fans that share this view?”

Dan Herrera: I do Spencer. You see, I may have been an owner for the past thirteen years, but that doesn’t mean that all I’ve done is paperwork. I’ve trained. I’ve fought. And I’ve even won a few matches in my time as an owner. I’m not some unfit schmuck stepping into the ring thinking that just because he’s been around wrestling he IS a wrestler. I have the physique, I have the training, and I have the will to win. Being an owner has only ever kept me from wrestling because I would never had time to be an FGA wrestler AND GDW’s owner. But now, I have all the time in the world, and I’m here to start a new chapter in the story of Dan Herrera.

Spencer Burke: Rumors have also run rampant about the relationship between you and fellow FGA wrestler Rowan Grae seeing a lot of trouble because of your decision to join FGA. Any comments on that?

Dan Herrera: Normally I wouldn’t comment, but I’d like to publicly let everyone know that I think Rowan is a fantastic wrestler. I didn’t come here to put a damper on her career like it seems to be the popular opinion right now. I came here to be close to her and because FGA is one of the best programs in wrestling today.

Spencer Burke: What are your thoughts on Rowan deciding to put a pause on her wrestling career?

Dan Herrera: It sucks. I feel it’s my fault and it makes tonight a little less exciting for me. Tonight is my first night in the FGA ring, and as I’ve already said, I couldn’t be more excited. But on the other hand, it’s also Rowan’s last night in an FGA ring. So it’s a bit bittersweet.

Spencer Burke: Well I just want to say it’s going to be an interesting journey watching you in FGA Dan.

Dan Herrera: Thanks. I appreciate that. I just hope that all the fans here tonight in the Westchester County Center feel the same way. I feel very lucky to be a part of the initial broadcast of Battleground and I’ll be out there doing my very best to show the fans a glimpse of what’s to come. I better go get a good seat for Rowan’s last match though. I’d hate to miss it.

Spencer Burke: Understandable. Thanks for your time Dan.

Dan Herrera: Anytime.

Spencer Burke: Back to you guys.

(Dan and Spencer head their separate ways and the camera is still showing the black FGA backdrop. It then shoots back to inside the arena to the commentator’s booth.)

[FGA Office]

Thaddeus Grey vs. Jaxie Wyatt

The lights dim to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, Innerpartysystem's "Don't Stop" blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above. A very arrogant and very assured Thaddeus Grey makes his way out, much to the chagrin of the fans in attendance. The combat zone is soon affected with a pulsating white light. Walking to the ring to a chorus of boos, Thaddeus Grey is oozing nothing but confidence, the smirk on his face serving as the perfect example of such a statement. Multiple fans may soon be experiencing seizures, but Grey could certainly care less. As he reaches the ring, the fans really let him have it, the boos turning to jeers and insults, but Grey pays them no attention.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Diego, California! Weighing in at 200 pounds... THADDEUS GREY!

Methodically, he walks up the stairs, staring into the eyes of his opponent. As he's halfway across the apron, he wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. After a brief pause, he stands in the center, basking in the negative reaction the capacity crowd is giving him. A slight smile forms in the corner of his mouth, as the lights return to normal. Grey turns to his corner and quickly does a few stretches, awaiting his opponent.

Clement: It was revealed at Final Frontier that Thaddeus Grey has been the man behind all the mind games that have been played on Camellia D. Magna over the past few months.

Grayson: I couldn't believe it myself. We hadn't seen Grey on an FGA show in months. So for him to resurface was definitely a shock. We knew this man was cold. We knew he was calculating. But not like this.

Clement: Where does Cami go from here? How does she deal with all of this? Well we'll find out later on when she takes on Joshua Black. But in the meantime, Grey has to do battle with this woman...

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 his 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 the match to start.

Clement: Jaxie Wyatt is always ready to compete.

Grayson: But is she willing to take on this man?

Clement: I don't know if anyone is truly willing to take on Grey after what he said and did at Final Frontier. But I know one thing, Jaxie will never back down from a fight.

Grayson: Will isn't that just great? Well some battles you need to walk away from. And this may be one of them as Grey is about to take her head off!

The bell sounds as Grey runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Jaxie ducks. When Grey turns around, Jaxie unleashes a flurry of right hands to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Grey tried to cheap shot her before the match even started! But Jaxie is making him pay as she's hammering away with those right hands to the face!

Jaxie then takes Grey and goes for an irish whip. But Grey reverses, sending Jaxie into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, she knocks down Grey with a clothesline of her own to cheers from the crowd. Grey gets back up, but Jaxie knocks him back down with another clothesline. As Grey gets back up, Jaxie goes for a third clothesline. But Grey ducks and counters with a backslide pin to boos from the crowd...

Grayson: She went to the well one too many times. Grey could steal this one...

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Jaxie is able to get out.

As both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Grey rakes her across the eyes to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Grey gets back to a vertical base first and he makes Jaxie pay with that rake to the eyes. Come on, ref, where's the warning?

Grayson: Knowing what Grey is capable of, would you have the guts to give him a warning?

Grey grabs her by the hair, runs into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Grey turns Jaxie around and rocks her with a series of hard right hands to the face. He then brings Jaxie from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, Grey throws out a clothesline. But again, Jaxie ducks and runs into the ropes. When Grey turns around, Jaxie comes back and knocks him down with a cross body to cheers from the crowd.

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Grey kicks out.

As Jaxie picks up Grey, she nails him with a European Uppercut that sends him staggering into the ropes. She then goes over, grabs Grey and whips him into the ropes. When Grey comes back, she delivers a drop toe hold onto the middle rope. The crowd cheers as Jaxie steps through the ropes, runs along the apron and connects with a big boot to the side of the head, knocking Grey down.

Clement: Perfect set up there by Jaxie for that big boot to the face. And Grey looks to be reeling here, Evan.

Grayson: Oh yeah, she's got control of this match for now. But how long can she hold onto it?

Jaxie continues to make her way across the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top turnbuckle, she waits for Grey to get up. When he finally turns around, Jaxie connects with a flying cross body to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Grey rolls through it and makes the cover.

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Jaxie kicks out.

Clement: Grey nearly stole that one right there...

As both grapplers get up, Grey greets her with a kick to the midsection. He then hammerlocks her arm, runs towards the corner and throws her shoulder-first into the ring post. The crowd boos as the thud from the impact reverberates throughout the building.

Clement: Did you hear that, Evan?

Grayson: How could I not?

Clement: You've got to wonder how her shoulder will be able to hold up after colliding with the ring post.

Grayson: I don't know. But if there was ever a time to apply the Grey Matter, now would be perfect...

Grey brings Jaxie away from the rope, grabs her by the arm and brings her down with a single arm DDT to boos from the crowd. He pushes her over and makes the cover.

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Jaxie kicks out.

Clement: Grey is able to kick out. But the damage may already be done...

Grey picks up Jaxie and delivers a falling arm wringer, driving her shoulder-first to the canvas. The crowd boos as Jaxie immediately clutches her arm in pain. Grey picks her back up, grabs her by the wrist and delivers an armbreaker over his shoulder. The crowd boos as Jaxie drops down to her knees in pain.

Clement: Grey now methodically picking apart Jaxie Wyatt.

Grayson: He's zeroing in right on that arm. The Grey Matter must only be moments away...

Grey brings Jaxie back up to her feet and goes for a slow arm wringer. But Jaxie meets him with a boot to the midsection to cheers from the crowd cheers. She then nails Grey with a headbutt. But Grey comes back with a knee to the midsection, followed by a clubbing shot to her outstretched arm. The crowd boos as Jaxie drops back down to the canvas. While she's down on all fours, Grey delivers a kick to the ribs, knocking her over onto her back.

Clement: Come on, Grey!

Grayson: "Come on" what? That's perfectly legal.

Clement: Just like what he did to Cami was "perfectly legal," right?

Grayson: We're not talking about Cami. We're talking about him picking apart Jaxie Wyatt.

Grey circles Jaxie before delivering a stomp to her left arm, followed by a stomp to her left leg. He turns and delivers a stomp to her right leg. He then creeps up and delivers several stomps to her right arm. The crowd boos as Jaxie clutches the arm in pain. Grey picks her up and tries to bring her down with the Grey Matter. But Jaxie blocks the move. So Grey goes for another arm wringer. But Jaxie counters with a scissored DDT to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Great counter there by Jaxie! With both grapplers down, it's anyone's match...

As both wrestlers get up, Grey delivers a right hand. But Jaxie comes back with a headbutt. Grey nails her with another right hand. But Jaxie lunges forward and blasts him with another headbutt. Grey throws another punch. But Jaxie blocks it, hooks both of Grey's arm and delivers a series of repeated headbutts to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Look at Jaxie firing off those headbutts!

Grayson: How Grey's nose isn't broken, I don't know...

Jaxie turns a dazed Grey around, grabs him from behind and delivers a rolling cutter to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Grey gets his shoulder up to a collective sigh, followed by a trickling of boos.

Jaxie picks up Grey, kicks him in the midsection and then delivers a single knee facebreaker. The crowd cheers as Grey bounces up; his eyes glazed over. While Grey is stunned, Jaxie runs back into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a running big boot. But Grey catches her foot, spins her around, kicks her in the midsection and then plants her with an Implant DDT to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Bam, right on the head!

As Jaxie turns over and slowly pushes herself up off the mat, Grey darts over and blasts her in the face with the GreySkull. The crowd boos as Grey pulls her motionless body over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Blood" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, THADDEUS GREY!

The ref goes to raise Grey's arm to boos from the crowd. But Grey quickly pulls his arm away from him. He then glares at the ref, causing the official to step away from him.

Clement: Thaddeus Grey picks up a win in his return match in FGA!

Grayson: And that right there may very well be Cami's future. Jaxie took it to Grey, I'll give her that. But Grey was able to ground her before the match got out of reach from him. From there, he worked over her arm. He may not have been able to lock on the Grey Matter, but he knocked her head into the crowd with the Grey Matter.

[FGA Office]

Rowan Grae vs. Jason Richards

"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 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.

Grayson: Rowan Grae shocked everyone in FGA when she revealed that this would be her last match in FGA for the foreseeable future.

Clement: I don't understand the logic. No, I'm kidding. Of course I understand the logic! A girl like Rowan may be pretty. She may even have potential. But she doesn't have the skills to put it all together. That's why she's leaving with her tail between her legs. But not before Richards kicks her tail around this ring first!

Grayson: That wasn't nice at all, Evan.

Clement: The truth never is...

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.

Grayson: Look at Chaz, telling her to take this upcoming loss like an adult and not to cry afterward.

Clement: Oh stop it! He is not!

The sound of a wolf howling throughout the arena can be heard as the lights go out. The lights then begin to flash red, white, and blue as Richards appears from behind the curtain. He looks out over the crowd, taking in all their boos and jeers.

Cruz: And her opponent, 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: Jason Richards is reeling a bit after two straight losses after joining The Church of Beyond.

Grayson: What are you trying to say? If anyone is underrated around here, it's Jason Richards. Just take a look at his record in 2013. The man at one time was a contender for the Pride Championship. He's got some of the hardest kicks out of anyone here in FGA. Two measly losses aren't going to hurt him.

Clement: Well this third one might just do the trick...

The bell sounds as both grapplers head towards the center of the ring. Richards motions for a collar & elbow tie up. But he quickly catches Rowan off guard, cheapshotting her with a spinning back kick to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Would you look at that? The girl fell for the old collar & elbow fake out.

Clement: You want to see her gone so bad, don't you? What did she ever do to you? This young woman had a bright future here and I'm sad to see her go.

Grayson: I'm sure you and Chaz over there are the only ones...

While Rowan is doubled over, Richards grabs her, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. As Rowan gets up on the outside, Richards runs into the ropes. When Richards comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But Rowan moves out of the way. After Richards slides to the outside, Rowan greets him with a roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: You want to talk about hard kicks? Well Rowan just clocked Richards with one hell of a roundhouse kick to the head!

After picking him up and rolling him back into the ring, Rowan hops up onto the apron and connects with a springboard leg drop. The crowd cheers as she turns over and makes the cover.

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Richards gets out.

Rowan picks up Richards and whips him into the ropes. When Richards comes back, Rowan goes for a drop kick to the knee. But Richards hurdles over her and runs into the ropes. As Rowan gets back up, Richards knocks her down with a lariat to boos from the crowd. The boos continue as Richards goes over and puts the boots to her.

Grayson: That's right, Richards. Stomp her into the ground...

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Rowan kicks out.

Richards picks her up and moves her into the corner. He connects with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. But Rowan is able to reach up and grab his leg, blocking the last kick. The crowd cheers as Rowan drags Richards away from the corner. But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Richards connects with an enzuigiri, sending Rowan flipping down to the canvas.

Grayson: That's what she gets for waiting so long to do something. What was she standing there for, anyway?

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Rowan gets her shoulder up.

After picking her up and delivering a knee to the midsection, Richards grabs Rowan and delivers the J.R. Driver to boos from the crowd. While Rowan is down, Richards steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Clement: What is he doing?

Grayson: What does it look like he's doing? You've never seen a flying wolf before?

Clement: A flying what?

Once he makes his way to the top, he leaps off, going for a flying headbutt. But Rowan rolls out of the way, causing Richards to crash face-first onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And nobody's home as Richards lands face-first on the canvas!

Grayson: Great! Just great!

As Richards gets up on one knee, Rowan nails him with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Rowan almost came away with the victory there.

Grayson: "Almost" this, "almost" that. Wake me up when she actually wins the match, okay?

Rowan picks up Richards and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending Rowan into the ropes. When Rowan comes back, she slides through Richards' legs. When Richards turns around, Rowan gets up and delivers a dropkick to the knee. After knocking Richards down to one knee, Rowan grabs him and snapmares him over.

Clement: Rowan heads into the ropes... she comes back... and BAM, front dropkick to the face. She's got this crowd solidly behind her as she makes the cover!

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Richards gets his shoulder up.

Rowan picks up Richards and goes for an irish whip. But Richards reverses, sending Rowan into the corner. Richards then runs across the ring and connects with a corner forearm smash to boos from the crowd. After bringing Rowan from out of the corner, he lifts her up for a brainbuster. But Rowan slips down from behind and shoves Richards into the ropes. When Richards comes back, she knocks him down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. Rowan makes the cover.

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Richards gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Again, Rowan gets a nearfall!

Grayson: And again, she can't put the man away! Don't worry, Richards is going to show her real soon how you put an opponent away.

As Rowan slowly picks up Richards, Richards grabs her, runs forward and rams her back-first into the corner. The crowd boos. Richards then proceeds to deliver a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After bringing Rowan from out of the corner, Richards delivers a bridging northern lights suplex.

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Rowan gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

After picking up Rowan, Richards shoves her into the ropes. He goes over and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. But again, Rowan reaches up and catches his leg on the last kick. The crowd cheers as Rowan drags him away from the ropes. But before he can counter with another enzuigiri, Rowan takes him down with a dragonscrew leg whip. The crowd cheers as Richards clutches his leg in pain.

Clement: Richards looks to be in trouble here after the leg whip.

Grayson: He is not...

As Richards gets up, Rowan delivers several shoot kicks to the back of the leg. The crowd cheers as Richards continues to wince in pain. After knocking Richards down to one knee, Rowan runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she blasts Richards with a yakuza kick to cheers from the crowd. Once she brings him over to the corner, Rowan slowly hoists him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle.

Clement: Rowan now climbing up the turnbuckles. She's going for that avalanche DDT!

Grayson: But Richards blocks it... and now he shoves her down to the canvas!

Richards stands up and flips off, going for the Emerald Star Press. But Rowan rolls out of the way, causing Richards to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And again, nobody's home for Richards!

Grayson: No, no, no, no...

As Richards slowly gets up, Rowan grabs him from behind and delivers the Aloha to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Alice Underground" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ROWAN GRAE!

Rowan rolls to the outside where Chaz hugs her. He then raises her arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I can't believe this.

Clement: You always want to go out on top. And Rowan Grae did just that as she defeated Jason Richards. You were saying something, Evan?

Grayson: Don't talk to me...

["Miseria Cantare" (The Beginning) by AFI plays and through the crowd walks The Church of The Beyond's cult leader, Johnny Blayze wearing a black trench coat with dark jeans, black boots, and no shirt.]

Grayson: And here comes the face and leader of The Church of The Beyond, Johnny Blayze.

Clement: In the past we've seen Chaths make appearances during Richard's matches but as we have been made aware, he is off in seclusion being "reconditioned". Whatever that means.

[Johnny Blayze hops the guardrail, grabs the microphone from the ring announcer on the outside of the ring, and slides under the bottom rope into the squared circle. Getting to his feet, Blayze walks over to Jason Richards who is still sore from his loss.]

Blayze: Jason… you were supposed to be The Church's resident Lycan. You were supposed to be the wolf that would tear away at the flesh of the pure-hearted here in FGA. But that's not what happened, is it? You have abandoned your destiny, Jason. And The Church can not allow that to go unpunished...

[And with out warning, Johnny Blayze leaps on to Jason Richards pummeling him with punches. Then he pulls him to his feet and hits a Styles Clash flooring The Strong Wolf.]

Clement: Johnny Blayze is clearly not happy with how The Church has been perceived as of late.

Grayson: Failure everywhere he looks. I'm not surprised at all.

Blayze: Jason, you've been the weakest link of The Church since the day you stepped in our ranks.

[Pulling a steel chain out of his pocket, he wraps it around his fist.]

Blayze: And a chain with a weak link is not as effective...

Clement: Huge downward steel wrapped fist to the head of Jason Richards.

Blayze: As the chain with the link removed...

[Johnny Blayze gets back to his feet and exits the ring, climbing over the guardrail, and heading off through the crowd.]

Grayson: I think it's safe to say that Jason Richards is not a Beyonder anymore.

Clement: Well maybe he'll be better off without them in the end.

Grayson: More like Blayze is better off without the failures of The Strong Wolf.

[Commercial Break]

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Joshua Black

The lights in the arena start to flicker as the beginning of "This Is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena. A man walks out from the back wearing a black suit and a black shirt with a white tie. He has a thick beard and thick glasses. Obviously, this is Johnny Windham.

## Everything has been said before ##
## There's nothing left to say anymore ##
## When it's all the same ##
## You can ask for it by name ##

Next, wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt, a skin tight white shirt that says "Your Dream Come True" on the front in black lettering, and black go-go boots, Heather Black walks out from behind the curtain. Her shoulder length dark red hair is tied back and her outfit definitely shows off her figure.

## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##

Finally, out from behind the curtain, is the man everyone came to see, Joshua Black. Joshua is wearing his usual black tights that stop mid-thigh, with yellow trim at the waist and mid-thigh, and a black t-shirt with words "Flawless Victory" written on the front in yellow lettering. He stands at the entranceway between Johnny and Heather, looks around the crowd smiling, and starts heading to the ring.

## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Heather Black and Johnny Windham! From Phoenix, Arizona! Weighing in at 240 pounds... JOSHUA BLACK!

As the group gets to the ring, Johnny walks up the steps and walks into the ring. Joshua picks Heather up by the waist and places her on the ring apron, as Johnny holds the ring ropes open for her to climb in. Joshua slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the corner of the ring. He jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, with a cocky grin on his face.

## Are you motherfuckers ready ##
## For the new shit? ##
## Stand up and admit, ##
## tomorrow's never coming. ##
## This is the new shit. ##
## Stand up and admit. ##
## Do we get it? No. ##
## Do we want it? Yeah. ##
## This is the new shit, ##
## Stand up and admit. ##

Joshua jumps off the turnbuckle and holds the ropes open for Heather to climb through the ropes. Johnny exits the ring and walks down the steps to the floor, then holds Heather's hand as she does the same as the music dies down and Joshua takes off his shirt and tosses it to Johnny.

Clement: Joshua Black was successful in his debut match against Dandy Holiday. But not without help from Heather Black.

Grayson: Help? Are you saying that Joshua cheating?

Clement: That's exactly what I'm saying.

Grayson: Heather was simply wiping off the apron.

Clement: She wasn't wiping off the apron. She purposely tripped Dandy!

“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 with a huge smile on her face.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at 145 pounds... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Clement: It'll be interesting to see how Cami is able to handle herself after that beating at Final Frontier.

Grayson: It was at Final Frontier when Thaddeus Grey made the big reveal... and proceeded to beat the living hell out of Miss Magna. But Cami will have her chance for revenge at International Incident, when she and Grey go one on one.

The bell sounds as both grapplers make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Black immediately uses his strength advantage to move Cami into the corner. Once she's pressed against the turnbuckles, the ref gives Black until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Black appears to make the clean break... until he takes a swipe at Cami. But Cami quickly ducks out of the way. When Black turns around, Cami lights up his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. She then brings Black from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Black reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black bends over to set up a back body drop. So Cami dives over him, bringing him down with a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd...

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Cami's been in control since the start as nothing that Black's tried has worked...

As both grapplers get up, Black knocks Cami down with a hard right hand.

Grayson: You were saying?

The crowd boos as Black begins to put the boots to her. Black reaches down, picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black scoops her up and delivers a backbreaker. The crowd boos as Black makes the cover.

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Cami kicks out.

Black picks up Cami, throws her down with a scoop slam and follows up with an elbow drop. The crowd boos as he makes the cover again.

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Cami kicks out.

Black picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black scoops her up and delivers a sidewalk slam to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Once again, Black makes the cover. But he only gets two.

Grayson: He may only be getting nearfalls. But he's also wearing Cami down, and that's much more important.

Clement: And without interference from Heather to boot. I'm shocked

Grayson: For the last time, they didn't cheat. The Blacks aren't cheaters. They're winners.

Black picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black scoops her up for a pendulum backbreaker. But Cami counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Black gets up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. Black gets up, but Cami knocks him back down with another dropkick. As Black gets up, Cami grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Black reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks Black down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Cami's now using her speed to retake control on this match. And Black doesn't look like he knows what to do. Maybe he should get Heather to trip her up.

Grayson: ...

Cami picks up Black and wrings his arm. But Black quickly comes back and applies an arm wringer of his own. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers for Cami rolls forward, leans back, kips up and brings Black down with a headscissors takeover. The crowd cheers as Cami transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Black if he wants to give up. But Black refuses to quit. Meanwhile, Johnny and Heather can be seen shouting instructions from the outside. After battling his way back up to his feet, Black moves Cami into the ropes. He then shoves Cami off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Cami comes back, Black goes for a back body drop. But Cami slips down from behind and quickly follows up with a school boy...

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Cami nearly got the three count there.

Grayson: Of course she did. How could she not with a handful of tights?

Clement: Oh stop!

As both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Cami is met with a boot to the midsection, followed by a forearm to the face. The crowd boos as Black delivers another forearm strike. This time, sending Cami stumbling into the ropes. Black goes over, grabs Cami, brings her away from the ropes and delivers a snap suplex.

Grayson: Perfect technique by Black. Buw what else would you expect?

Clement: He's making his way over to her legs... he looks like he's setting her up for a Boston Crab.... but Cami rolls him up with a modified small package!

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Black kicks out.

When both grapplers get up, Black grabs her and goes for an irish whip. But Cami reverses, sending Black into the ropes. When Black comes back, Cami bends over to set up a back body drop. But Black hurdles over her. When Cami stands up and turns around, Black kicks her in the midsection, hoists her up and throws her down with a powerbomb to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Did you see the way her head bounced off the canvas? That's it, it's over!

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cami somehow got her shoulder up! This match isn't over yet!

Black picks up Cami and whips her into the corner. He then runs across the ring. But Black runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Black stumbled back...

Clement: Cami's got Black reeling... she turns around... springboards to the top turnbuckle.... moonsault! She took him down with the moonsault! She could win it right here...

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Black gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Cami picks up Black and nails him with three forearm shots to the face. She then takes Black and goes for an irish whip. But Black reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she goes for a cross body block. But Black catches her in mid air, shifts her over across his shoulder and then delivers a running powerslam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Come on, Black, put her away!

Clement: This is the fight that Grey is going to have to deal with at International Incident. No more mind games. No more sneak attacks. Just him and Cami face to face!

Black picks up Cami. He grabs her around the waist, setting her up for the Succession of Greatness. But Cami delivers a bell slap, slapping Black on the ears to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: His ears! His ears!

While Black clutches his ears in pain, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she plants Black with a jumping swinging DDT to cheers from the crowd. She then waits out on the apron for Black to get up. When Black gets up and turns around, Cami delivers the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd...

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THREE!

“Riptide” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

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

Clement: Camellia D. Magna didn't let that attack at Final Frontier effect her too much. She was able to bounce back and pick up the victory tonight over Joshua Black.

Grayson: She won tonight. But will she be able to repeat this against Thaddeus Grey? I think not...

[FGA Office]

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

[FGA Office]

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

The arena dims as the beginning of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" starts to play over the announce system. The fans are on their feet, cheering the battle hardened veteran as he makes his way toward the ring. He's wearing a pair of faded denim jeans, a pair of faded leather boots, and his now trademark Red Lion "#FGA Proud" t-shirt. His face is scraggly at best; his head still sporting the remnants of a vicious chair shot-to-the-head-sandwiched-between-a-ringpost.

As he heads into the ring, the fans continue to expel their support, starting a small "BOND-O" chant as he stands center ring, staring out into their eyes, searching the sea of faces.

As they settle, he produces an FGA: Battleground microphone and slowly brings it to his lips.

Chris Bond: I've seen some better days, folks...

He pauses for a moment, reflecting in their unwavering support.

Chris Bond: Now before I get to why it is that I'm out here, I have to make good on my word. Dom Harter...

A massive blanket of boo's falls over the Westchester County Center. Bond smiles a little bit.

Chris Bond: No, no... it's okay. He's earned this moment--his moment. He's earned his spot. He did exactly what he said he was going to do. He beat and he bested me, and he proved that he deserves that shot at championship gold. And honestly--this pains me a great deal--I would rather see Dom Harter walking around as FGA Heavyweight Champion, than that paranoid poster-boy for drug abuse, Chris Q.

A small cheer from the Stoner's section emerges before being drowned out over the chorus of booing at the mere mention of Chris Q.

Chris Bond: Now I have had my fair share of battles with both men last year, and unfortunately I was unable to best either. I came damn close... damn close on a couple of occasions. 2013 saw me capture the PRIDE Championship twice. Something I'm very proud of. But the fact that I lost them, each of them, just as quickly as I had won them... that isn't something I'm proud of.

A small boo starts to stir, trying to show the battle hardened veteran to 'chin up'... but the former two-time PRIDE Champion's hand begins to slowly shake, his voice cracks with each passing breath.

Chris Bond: I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to be honest. My body isn't handling this lifestyle anymore. More often than not, I find myself in constant pain. What little sleep I have been getting has been interrupted by body cramps, or bursts of pain racing through my knee. This is a young man's game, and frankly, I'm just not getting any younger.

Another blanket of booing begins to encompass the Westchester County Center once again. Bond tries to calm them, to quiet their frustrations. But tears begin to fill his eyes.

Chris Bond: I know guys, I don't know want to do this. B-but Final Frontier was a wake up call. It was a brutal and painful acknowledgment that I'm just not going to be able to do this for much longer... actually, any longer. And that is why I'm out here...

He quickly pulls the microphone away and swallows hard. He takes his right hand and wipes away a tear, trembling as he replaces the microphone.

Chris Bond: Final Frontier was a fitting end to my career. I went out on my back, just like the greats do... and I'm proud of my career overall. I've had my ups, and I've had my downs. But I'm content in knowing that Final Frontier was my final match. So, I just wanted to thank you, each and every one of you for your support over this last year, over all of my years really. I have appreciated the get wells, the cheering, hell, even deep down I loved every boo you ever threw my way.

He smiles through the tears, his bottom lip trembling, his hand reaches up and wipes away another tear. He drops the microphone and covers his mouth. He pauses for a moment, and quickly runs his hands through his hair before mouthing out to the crowd once more: "Thank you." And as he turns to make his way back to the back, a familiar tune screeches out over the sound system...

...the guitars of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember in fact, as from out of the curtain, walks none other than Kevin Hardaway, who Bond sees clear as crystal as he backs up from exiting the ring, letting the self-proclaimed "Voice of the Violence" walk his way to the ring, sporting just his "Unbreakable" shirt over his wrestling gear as he is in action later, a look of uncertainty and fear upon his face as he goes through the ropes and walks over to the corner nearest the timekeeper's table as he asks for a microphone.

He taps it a few times to see if it'll work (make sure the kinks are worked out) as he gets a rowdy chant of "K-HARD!" from the West Chesterter faithful. He doesn't speak and lets the fans have their moment as he cracks a smile before getting down to business.

Kevin Hardaway: Hey man, wha...what the hell are you doing?

Bond just mouths off the words "I'm doing what I have to do! It's nothing against you!" as Hardaway keeps talking.

Kevin Hardaway: No, I get that. There was nothing I could do at Final Frontier. I tried my best, man. But...why are you doing this? Why are you hanging it up like this? That's not the way to go out. Trust me...I know. I have recently been in those shoes that you're wearing right now. I know how you're feeling. 2013 wasn't the best year either for me. I've had to deal with many high and lows. But like you, mostly lows. Sure, like you, I was Pride Champion, hell, I was the FIRST Pride Champion and look what happened? That piece of trash, Chandler Scott ruined it.

A loud stammering of boos rings out of the West Chester County Center as Hardaway once again cracks a smile again. Who doesn't like the man?

Kevin Hardaway: I feel you, guys. He's ruined my life not once, but twice. He even broke my wrist. Not only that, but I was the lesser man against the person who would become the FGA Champion in Sean Sands, in MY hometown. How do you think that feels? To have your friends, your fiancee...your own daughter look you in the eyes differently after all that? I couldn't take the heat, so I ran away for a little bit. Got my head together. Got married again. But not ONCE did I ever think about coming out to this very ring and announce that it was all over. Never. And that is what you're doing to the fans who pay their hard-earned money that has ever cheered you, booed you, did whatever.

A mix of cheers and boos are running rampant across the entire arena right now. Some who believe that what Hardaway is saying is true, and those who are booing the fact that Bond is even thinking these things as Hardaway gets closer to Bond.

Kevin Hardaway: You know, ever since I came to this company last year, you have been one of the few and far between guys that I actually looked up to. I've been doing this for a LONG time and I still was getting advice and still looking at people who I believed to be the next great star. You were one of them, man. You always came up to me and sparked up a conversation when it was go time and for that, I thank you. From the bottom of my still beating heart. But all I ask of you is plain and simply...don't go. Think about it. You'd be doing everybody here the greatest disservice out of them all. So please. Don't leave.

Hardaway looks at Bond and lowers the microphone, as he backs up. The fans are now cheering and hollering with the ever famous chant of "PLEASE DON'T GO!" over and over again as Hardaway raises the mic up to let the people watching at home know what they're wanting Bond to do. But with one fell swoop, Bond raises his microphone up to his lips and throws out something from his mouth that throws the crowd into a stunned silence.

Chris Bond: I...I have to, Kevin. My mind is already made up. There's nothing else you can do.

With that, Bond drops the microphone and just hangs his head down as he walks by Hardaway and starts to exit the ring. He goes through the ropes and hits the apron before Hardaway stops him at his tracks once again.

Kevin Hardaway: Well...if you want to do that, then...then I can't stop you. But I can offer you this. I want you to get in this ring one last time. You want to leave, that's fine. But you're not leaving without a match against yours truly.

The crowd comes back from their silence into an absolute uproar over this planned announcement.

Kevin Hardaway: What these fans don't know is that me and you...we have a connection. I have followed you throughout the years in every place you can ask for, yet...we've never been in the same place, we never crossed paths...UNTIL NOW! I have a list of people that I have yet to face in my career that I want to go toe-to-toe with, and you've been near the top for quite some time now. You think your time is fading, well my time is fading too. If you want to retire, then it would be an honor to have it be against me.

Hardaway reaches out his hand for an agreement right then and there, but Bond doesn't shake it. He just drops down to the mats and yells out, "I'll think about it" as he turns around and walks to the back, as Hardaway just stands there, the crowd booing at the rejection from Bond as Hardaway just shakes his head. In frustration...and in despair.

[Commercial Break]

[FGA Office]

Dan Hererra vs. Johnny Karma

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

Clement: Johnny Karma is looking to rebound from Final Frontier, when he lost the Pride Championship to Jimmy Page.

Grayson: Though if you ask Karma, he'll tell you that belt was stolen from him by Jimmy Page. Regardless of what you think, I think we can all agree on one thing. Tonight, Karma has been tossed an easy opponent in Dan Herrera.

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

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

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

Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his 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: Introducing first, because leaving the best to last is so 2013...weighing in at 233lbs and hailing from Queens, NYC...he is the highlight of your 2014, 2015 and 2016 all rolled into one, he is JOHNNY KARMA.

[Karma saunters towards the centre of the ring]

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...

[Karma leaves the longest pause in recorded history]

Johnny Karma: ...ladies.

[Karma removes his sunglasses before flashing a million dollar smile to the audience]

Johnny Karma: Now that your hangovers have faded away and you are no longer bleary-eyed, you can watch and listen to the greatness and appreciate it with your senses functioning at 100% - or as I prefer to call it “minimal capacity”, because giving 100% would put me at the level of mere mortals or, even worse, my opponent for this evening. But for you it is good news, for you can now all live up to your resolution of watching me be the one true superstar of FWA, and look so darned good when I do so.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before doing a few star jumps in the ring as a last minute warm-up.

...Spoken...

"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

(When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain. He gives a head nod to the fans and begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on him)

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

Cruz: ... his opponent, now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina... weighing in at 215 pounds... DAN HERRERA!

(As Dan makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with the fans on either side of the entrance-way. He gets to the ring and walks up the ropes. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Once in the ring he walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.)

Clement: Dan Herrera looks to step from behind an office desk and into a wrestling tonight against Johnny Karma.

Grayson: And boy is he in for a rude awakening. Danny Boy is in way over his head here. He's not being tossed scraps, either. He's going about against the Iron King, the Karmic Lion, the Leader of the Pride, Johnny Karma. I don't care how many matches he's seen or signed off on. Getting in that ring is world's different than sitting in a comfy chair.

The bell sounds as Karma and Herrera lock up. After jockeying for position, Herrera shoves Karma back, sending him stumbling into the ropes to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Karma trained to gain the advantage, but Herrera sent him stumbling into the ropes.

Grayson: Great, he shoved someone. Big whoop. I bet he doesn't know a wristlock from a wrist watch.

Karma makes his way off the ropes and proceeds to circle the ring. He then inches back over towards Herrera and goes for a lock up. But Karma cuts him off with a kick to the midsection, resulting in boos from the crowd. He then applies a side headlock. But Herrera quickly shoves Karma off of him and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Herrera throws a lariat. But Karma ducks and runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Herrera catches him in mid air and counters with a fallaway slam to cheers from the crowd. After rolling over towards the ropes, Karma slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He then goes over to the ref and tries to show him how Herrera just pulled his hair.

Grayson: There you go, Johnny. Show the ref how Herrera clearly cheated!

Clement: He did not!

After the ref refuses to buy his story, Karma begins to circle the ring again. The twp men inch towards each other and shoot for a lock up. But Karma ducks behind and applies a waistlock from behind.

Herrera reaches down, pries Karma's arms from around his waist and counters with an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up. When Karma declines the chance to quit, Herrera tries to yank the arm from out of its socket, sending Karma down to one knee in pain. The crowd cheers as Karma kneels down with a grimace on his face.

Clement: Not bad for someone who doesn't know a wristlock from a wrist watch, huh?

Grayson: Oh be quiet!

The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Karma refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Karma slowly reverses into an arm wringer of his own. The crowd boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Herrera reverses the arm wringer and follows up with a fireman's carry takeover to cheers from the crowd.

As Karma gets up, Herrera grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Herrera scoops him up from the side and delivers a sidewalk slam. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out, but he then rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Where's Karma going? I thought he was going to win this match easily?

Grayson: Okay, okay. So maybe Herrera picked up a move or two. It still changes nothing, you hear me?

Not wanting to give Karma any time to recuperate, Herrera rolls to the outside and gives chase to cheers from the crowd. After a lap around the ring, Karma rolls back in. As soon as Herrera rolls back in, he's met with an elbow drop to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There you go, Karma! Herrera fell right into the trap.

Karma gets up and delivers another elbow drop to boos from the crowd. He then gets back up, sizes up Herrera and delivers a third elbow drop. The crowd boos as he drags Herrera away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Karma picks up Herrera and nails him with a stinging knife-edge chop. But Herrera comes right back with a chop of his own. So Karma rears back and nails Herrera with another blistering chop. But Herrera responds with another chop of his own. Karma then kicks him in the midsection, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Karma unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Karma hard into the opposite corner. As Karma stumbles out, Herrera throws him down with a big back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets up, but Herrera knocks him down with a lariat. Karma gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with another lariat to cheers from the crowd. He quickly makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Clement: Karma may have kicked out, but Herrera has gained control of this match. He's showing Karma that he was a big mistake to underestimate him.

Grayson: Beginner's luck...

Herrera picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Herrera goes for a third lariat. But Karma ducks, quickly grabs Herrera from behind and plants him with Instant Karma to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And that's what he gets for thinking that Karma would fall for the same move three times...

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Herrera kicks out.

Karma picks up Herrera, places him in a side headlock and then delivers a hard punch to the face. The crowd boos as Herrera stumbles into the corner. Karma follows him into the corner. But Herrera stomps him with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Karma and slams his head into the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. Herrera charges across the right. But Karma delivers an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Herrera stumbles back, Karma makes his way from out of the corner and connects with Check Your Chiclets to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Forget Check Your Chiclets. The ref better check his lights because I think they've just been shut off!

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Herrera and goes for a vertical suplex. But Herrera blocks it. So Karma tightens his grip and goes for another vertical but again, Herrera blocks it. After three punches to the midsection, Herrera goes for a vertical suplex of his own. But Karma slips down from behind, grabs Herrera, runs across the ring, jumps over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma to boos from the crowd. As Herrera stumbles back, Karma quickly climbs up onto the apron, climbs the turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for a flying double ax handle smash. But Herrera spears him in mid air to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Grayson: NO!

Clement: Herrera just speared Karma in mid air! Karma looks like he's just been blindsided by a truck...

Herrera slowly crawls over and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Herrera picks up Karma and whips him into the midsection. When Karma comes back, Herrera nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs a hold of Karma, hoists him up and throws him down with a pumphandle slam to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Karma, grabs him from the side and brings him down with a russian leg sweep. While Karma is still down, Herrera steps through the ropes and begins to make his way up the turnbuckles. Just as Herrera reaches the top, Karma dives over and pulls down the top rope. Herrera then slips, falls and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. He then slowly flips over and falls down in the corner.

Grayson: Aw, too slow!

Clement: You're just loving this, aren't you?

Grayson: The fact that Karma is schooling this guy that thinks he can go from the office to the ring? Yes, yes I am!

While Herrera is still down, Karma runs into the corner and delivers the Kodak Moment to boos from the crowd. He then drags Herrera from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Karma can't believe it. Karma holds up three fingers at the ref. But the ref just shakes his head.

Grayson: Look at this. Karma is once again being screwed by an incompetent referee.

Clement: I'm shocked Herrera got his shoulder up, too. But Karma definitely didn't get the three count.

Karma picks up Herrera. Karma nails him with a right jab, followed by a left, followed by a right cross that knocks him down. He picks Herrera back up and sets him up for Dazed and Confused and All Messed Up. The crowd boos. But the boos quickly turns to cheers as Herrera stands up and counters with the Wit's End.

Herrera picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a lariat to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then brings Karma from out of the corner before whipping him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Herrera knocks him down with a discus elbow strike to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then picks up Karma, lifts him up and plants him with the Walking Papers to cheers from the crowd. Herrera makes the cover...

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THREE!

"Dangerous Business Since 1979" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winners, DAN HERRERA!

Herrera gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The former owner of the GDW picks up the victory here in his FGA debut!

Grayson: But it looks like someone is about to rain on his parade.

Karma comes from behind, knocking Herrera down to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Herrera's legs and turns him over, applying an elevated boston crab.

Grayson: The Karmic Crab! He's got the Karmic Crab applied, Kevin!

The bell rings as Karma pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold. The crowd boos as Herrera can be seen groaning in pain. The ref tries to pull Karma off of him, but it's to no avail. The bell repeatedly sounds as Karma keeps the hold applied.

Clement: Come on, Karma! Enough's enough!

Karma reluctantly lets go. He makes his way to the outside, where Cherry raises his arm in "victory" to boos from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

The wind rolls gently over a bleak and desolate hillside. Wild grasses, long since dead from the dreary autumn and impending winter cold, sway gently in the breeze - the dead returned to some semblance of life. Sporadic tree trunks shoot up from the earth, stretching skyward and standing out in sharp relief against the gray clouds that loom overhead. These, too, serve as little more than displays, exhibits, of the dead lingering on; their branches are stripped bare, and what few leaves and nettles that remain are as dry, shriveled, and lifeless as the pale blades that carpet the ground below.

The hillside runs down to the edge of a great lake. Its surface is still, a perfect reflection of the gathering darkness overhead, with nary a boat nor fish nor fowl to be seen breaking the calm that has settled over the water. Far across the glassy expanse, beneath where the skyborne dark is deepest and most impenetrable, a series of mountains pierce the sky like a row of jagged teeth. Their silhouettes grow ever-darker as the clouds continue to roll in, eventually blotting out the sun and casting an even deeper pall on the landscape.

The camera pans slowly from left to right, taking in the desolation. It eventually stops on a group of trees clustered relatively close together, and two words fade in in the bottom-right corner of the shot.

It Begins.

CRUNCH

The camera jolts slightly at the sudden sound. The initial crunching footstep is followed by another, and another, and soon Jack Reynolds enters the shot from the left, leaves and dried grass crunching underfoot as he walks. He moves to the center of the shot and stands there in-profile, hands clasped behind his back, staring off to the right. A long, black duster hangs from his muscular frame, and a pair of black combat boots are visible beneath its lower edge; black gloves hide Jack Reynolds' hands, and his stringy black hair hangs to either side of his eldritch face mask.

Jack Reynolds glances sidelong, into the camera, his near eye glimmering beneath the mask. He then turns the other way, gazing down the hill and across the water with his back to the camera.

"I wrote this just for you Willow Swaine, I’ll let you remember it following this edition of Battleground. I asked myself what you need the most following our encounter, and I believe that very thing is closure. I call this poem Forever Endless; it is about your emptiness and the acceptance you must face when you acknowledge your error and walk away as just another of the unraveled newcomer of this business. Welcome to the verse that will haunt you in this federation, as the one thing that you desired so much is taken from you so easily."

"Tears of blood fall from your broken heart
I never thought we would be apart

When you held me you said forever
Now that you're gone I know you meant never

Saying you love me with that look in your eye
Knowing that was a cold hearted lie
With nights now endlessly long

Your tender touch, a soft kiss
Two things about you that I will never miss

As I sit here thinking about your golden hue
My face is wet with tears past due

I should've cried a long time ago
But I loved you so much
Forever gone

I know they say love is blind
But I’ve had only you on my mind

A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life

Slain by a giant so tall called Reynolds
A real time visionary so calm like a crusader

He told me the truth of the endless night
I’d never been sold by the words he chose so right

Glory would not come without its ode
Passion and fury on the unturning road

But most of all I’ll most the title
Because I am now just a lost idol

On my search for self-entitlement
The only find I found was my own Enlightenment

I now sleep easy upon the failure of my endeavor
At peace with the chance at gold I lost forever"

And without another sound, the scene fades back to the arena.

[FGA Office]

Willow Swaine vs Jack Reynolds vs. Riley Owens

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

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

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is a number one contenders match for the Pride Championship! Introducing first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico! Weighing in at 137 pounds! She is "The Unstoppable Force"... WILLOW SWAINE!

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

Clement: Some have questioned why Willow deserves to be in this #1 contenders match. But if you ask me, she deserves to be in this match just as much as Riley and Jack do!

Grayson: How do you figure that? Last I checked, Owens and Reynolds both won that 4-Way Fray at Final Frontier. Now that I think about it, I don't recall Willow Swaine being in that match at all!

Clement: All of that is true. But Willow Swaine, just like Reynolds, is undefeated. In fact, Willow also beat someone that was in that match, Rowan Grae. If she can make it out of this match, she will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that she deserves this shot.

Grayson: We'll see...

“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 her opponent, 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 his opponent.

Clement: Up next is Riley Owens. This young man has done nothing but impress since coming to FGA! And with a heavy hitter in the industry in Flex Johnson giving him pointers, the sky's the limit for this kid.

Grayson: We'll see what happens. The kid has upside, I'll give him that much. But let's be honest here. He's yet to really get that defining win. He beat Alistair Mangold. But we both know that was a fluke. And in that 4-Way Fray, he was unable to get the win.

Clement: He didn't get the win? What match were you watching?

Grayson: If he truly won the match, do you think Jack Reynolds would be here as well? Of course not. If Riley wants a shot at the Pride Championship, he's going to have to win, not tie!

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 their 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.

Grayson: And here is my pick to not only win this match, but eventually go on and win the Pride Championship!

Clement: Jack Reynolds has been dominant in his brief FGA tenure. But he's going to be put to the test tonight against someone that's been equally as dominant, Willow Swaine! Of course, there's also Riley Owens, a man that knows him better than anyone in FGA.

The bell sounds as Willow and Riley rush over and attack Reynolds to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The bell sounds... and Willow & Riley are ganging up on Jack Reynolds!

Grayson: What are they doing? Get off of him! This is not a Handicap Match!

The two grapplers hammer away with clubbing shots to the back and neck. They then take Reynolds and whip him into the ropes. When Reynolds comes back, Willow and Riley deliver a double back body drop to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Did you see the hangtime that Reynolds got on that back body drop? He may be your favorite, but Reynolds doesn't look like he's a favorite to win anything right about now...

Reynolds can be seen arching his back as he groans in pain. But the two aren't done yet. Riley runs over and delivers a stiff kick to the small of the back, causing Reynolds to let out a shriek in pain. Willow then runs over and delivers a baseball slide to the back, sending Reynolds rolling around the ring.

Grayson: This isn't even fair. When in the rest going to get in there and stop this thing?

Clement: Stop what? This is a Triple Threat Match. This is all perfectly legal.

Riley goes over, picks up Reynolds and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Reynolds around, Riley unleashes a series of shoots kicks to the chest, followed by a high roundhouse kick to the head. The kick sends Reynolds stumbling from out of the corner. But Willow grabs him and shoves him right back into the corner. She unleashes a series of European Uppercuts to cheers from the crowd. She then takes Reynolds and whips him into the opposite corner. Willow then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She then moves out of the way as Riley runs across the ring. He runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline of his own to cheers from the crowd. The two grapplers then bring Reynolds from out of the corner before delivering a double suplex to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The shoe is definitely on the other foot as Reynolds has been dominated in the early goings off this one... and where exactly does he think he's going?

Reynolds slowly rolls out of the ring and to the outside.

Clement: Taking a breather like any smart person would. Maybe now these two will actually try fighting each other for a change.

As soon as Riley and Willow turn to each other, Willow delivers a kick to the midsection, followed by a double ax handle smash to the back. After picking Riley up off his knees, she goes for an irish whip. But Riley reverses, sending Willow into the ropes. When Willow comes back, she knocks Riley down with a cross body to cheers from the crowd.

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Riley kicks out.

After picking up Riley, she nails him with a European Uppercut. But Riley comes back with a forearm strike. Willow delivers another European Uppercut. But Riley again comes back with another forearm strike.

Clement: Look at these two, trading shot after shot. You can tell how much they want a shot at the Pride Championship.

Grayson: That's right. Keep beating the hell out of each other. You're just making it that much easier for The Technical Messiah.

Before Willow can even throw another strike, Riley nails her with a solebutt kick to the midsection, doubling her over. He then places her in a cravate and delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. The crowd cheers as Riley then hooks her arms and delivers a double underhook suplex. He makes the cover...

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Willow kicks out.

Riley picks up Willow and throws out a Muay Thai kick. Willow catches his foot, turns him away from her, then quickly grabs him from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Riley rolls over her shoulder, lands of his feet, grabs her from behind and goes for the Ripcord Lariat. But Willow ducks, grabs Riley from behind and throws him down with a full nelson slam.

Clement: Willow wins that series of reverses as she slams Riley down to the mat. She goes for the cover...

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Riley kicks out.

Willow picks up Riley and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After delivering a series of shoulder thrusts, she takes Riley and whips him into the opposite corner. Willow runs across the ring. But Riley nails her with an elbow to the face. As Willow stumbles back, Riley comes from out of the corner and knocks her down with the Cyclone Kill to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: POW, right in the kisser! I believe the Force has just been stopped...

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Reynolds drags Riley out of the ring and to the outside. The crowd boos as Reynolds takes Riley and whips him hard into the barricade. Riley bounces off the barricade and crumbles to the floor.

After rolling back into the ring, Reynolds puts the boots to Willow as the crowd boos. He then picks up Willow and whips her into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Reynolds throws her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up.

Reynolds picks her up and nails her with a forearm strike. He then takes Willow and whips her hard chest-first into the corner. As Willow stumbles back, Reynolds grabs her from behind and delivers a half nelson backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Another backbreaker from Reynolds, but it only gets two.

Grayson: It only gets a two count. But those backbreakers are slowly but surely wearing Willow down. The spine isn't meant to be slammed across someone's knee. It's only a matter of time before Willow is right where he wants her.

Reynolds picks up Willow and goes for a vertical suplex stunner. But Willow slips down from behind, grabs Reynolds and brings him down with a sleeper drop to cheers from the crowd. She then sits up Reynolds, places him in a grounded bodyscissors, and then rolls over for the pin.

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Reynolds gets his shoulders.

As both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Reynolds nails her with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling her over. He then scoops up Willow across his shoulders before delivering a TKO to boos from the crowd. While Willow is down, Reynolds steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Clement: He's got Willow down and... what's this? Reynolds going up to the top? We haven't seen this before.

Grayson: A Pride Championship Match is on the line? Reynolds is pulling out the stops for this one.

But once he reaches the top, Riley climbs up onto the apron and delivers a kick to the leg. Reynolds then slips, falls and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: HELLO!

While Reynolds groans in pain on the top turnbuckle, Riley steps back into the ring and makes the cover on Willow.

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Willow gets her shoulder up.

Riley picks up Willow and goes for an irish whip. But Willow reverses, sending Riley into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Willow bends over to set up a back body drop. But Riley stops and kicks Willow square in the face.

Clement: My goodness, did you hear the thud from that kick?

Grayson: I'm surprised she's still standing.

As Willow stands up dazed, Riley followed up with a spinning back fist, followed by a rolling elbow that knocks down Willow to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Willow just got clocked with that elbow! And she just collapsed to the mat like a cut tree.

Clements: This could be it...

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Reynolds breaks up the pin with a diving back senton across Riley to boos from the crowd.

Reynolds takes Riley, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. Reynolds then goes over to knock him off the apron. But Riley ducks and nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes, doubling him over. Riley then slingshots over the top rope and hits a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd.

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Reynolds kicks out.

As both men get up, Riley nails him with a solebutt kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He then turns Reynolds around, grabs him from behind and knocks him down with a ripcord lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Reynolds gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Reynolds nearly had the wing knocked right out of him. But he's somehow able to get his shoulder up.

Grayson: With the goals that Reynolds has in mind, the Pride Championship would be right up his alley. He's not about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers...

Riley picks up Reynolds and throws him down with a scoop slam. He then heads over to his lower body, hooks his arms around his legs and catapults Reynolds into the corner. But Reynolds lands on the middle ropes, jumps back and delivers a double foot stomp onto Riley. The crowd boos...

Clement: What a counter there by Jack Reynolds!

Reynolds picks up Riley, lifts him up and delivers a vertical suplex stunner to boos from the crowd. He then steps through the ropes before climbing the turnbuckles.

Grayson: He's going back up top. No one is going to stop him this time...

Once he reaches the top, Reynolds leaps off and connects with a somersault leg drop to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers as Willow breaks up the pin.

Clement: I don't think so as Willow makes the timely save!

Willow picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Reynolds takes her down with an STO backbreaker to boos from the crowd. While Willow is down, Reynolds steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he turns around and goes for a moonsault leg drop. But Willow rolls out of the way, causing Reynolds to crash onto the canvas. The crowd cheers as Reynolds rolls around in pain.

Clement: Reynolds went up top again. But this time, no one was home as he crashes down to the canvas! It's anyone's match now, Evan...

As Reynolds gets up, Willow runs over and knocks him down with a clothesline. Reynolds gets back up, but Willow knocks him down with a running forearm to cheers from the crowd. As Reynolds gets back up, she nails him with a triple slap combination, followed by a reverse elbow to cheers from the crowd. While Reynolds is dazed, Willow kicks him in the midsection before delivering a spinning facebuster to cheers from the crowd. She turns Reynolds over and makes the cover.

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Riley breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There goes Riley with a save! All three of these grapplers are not about to let this opportunity get away from them!

Riley picks up Willow and nails her with a series of kicking combinations, followed by a solebutt kick to the midsection. While Willow is doubled over, Reynolds grabs her and delivers a bridging regalplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Willow gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Riley picks up Willow, grabs her from behind and delivers an Everest German Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Reynolds breaks up the pin to boos from the crowd.

Reynolds picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Reynolds scoops him up and delivers the Internal Implosion to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Reynolds delivers the Samoan Drop. This match may not last much longer, Evan.

Grayson: Reynolds has everyone right where he wants them. It's time to finish this bad boy off...

Reynolds then picks up Riley and lifts him up for the Enlightenment. But Riley slips down from behind, grabs Reynolds and delivers a tiger suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Clement: TOUCH THE SKY! Willow just broke up the pin with Touch The Sky!

Willow picks up Riley, lifts him up and then delivers Fight The War to cheers from the crowd. While Riley arches his back in pain, she then turns and couches down, waiting for Reynolds to get him up.

Clement: Willow is just waiting for him to get up and turn around. She's got him set up perfectly, Evan...

Grayson: Stay down, Jack, stay down!

As Reynolds slowly gets up, Willow proceeds to wave her arms up and down. When Reynolds turns around, Willow runs over, jumps and takes him down with the Womping Willow to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, WILLOW SWAINE!

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

Clement: Willow has done it! She's defeated both Jack Reynolds and Willow Swaine! She's now earned herself the number one contendership for the Pride Championship!

Grayson: She won. Someone she won. I'll give her that. But can she survive inside of that ring against Jimmy Page? That is the question now, Kevin. To be honest, I don't think she can.

Clement: You also thought Jack Reynolds was going to win it all.

The screen quickly cuts to the backstage area, where Jimmy Page can be seen watching Willow Swaine celebrating on a monitor backstage. He smirks as he places his Pride Championship over his shoulder and walks off. The camera then zooms in on the monitor, showing Willow slapping hands with the fans at ringside...

[Commercial Break]

[FGA Office]

A video package airs where we see FGA's newest acquisition, Cyncity, sitting inside the comfort of her own home. Sitting on a chair near her fireplace, she has the replica of her PDW Tag Team championship sitting on her lap... a title she and her partner forfeited due to injury. She stares down at the title for a moment before she smiles and looks up toward the camera.

Cyncity: I didn't think I was going to miss wrestling. Heck, for awhile there it was the last thing I would ever think about. I was enjoying all the down time... spending time with family and friends. Going on little mini vacations whenever I felt like it. It was fun.

She lets out a soft giggle before biting down on her lip, looking as if she were in deep thought.

Cyncity: And then one day I woke up, and I just felt... bored. I've accomplished so much in a short years time, but I realized that I wanted more. I'm known for being a tag team specialist, but that's not all I wanted to be remembered for. I want people to see that I, Cyncity, am just as good by myself as I am with a partner.

She pauses, realizing how that just sounded.

Cyncity: Ew. I didn't mean it like that! Okay, whatever. Anyyywhooo. Where was I?

I places her finger gently on her lips, thinking back to where she lost her train of thought.

Cyncity: Oh, yeah! I want people to see that I'm more than just a tag team wrestler. I could've went back to my other company, but it just... didn't feel right. So I picked FGA. A company that I've heard a lot about, and a company that I know has some of the best all around talents in the World. If I want to make my mark as a singles competitor, FGA was the perfect place to start my journey.

She looks down at the replica tag team championship on her lap, glancing at the fireplace flames.

Cyncity: This? This is my past.

In one fluid motion, she tosses the replica tag title into the fireplace, watching it as it engulfs in flames.

Cyncity: FGA is my future. See you soon.

She winks at the camera and sarcastically waves with a grin on her face.

Cyncity: Byeeeeeee!!

The camera feed cuts off and a logo hits the screen.