Battleground 1.2

[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 another edition of Battleground! I am Kevin Clement and joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson! Evan, we're a little over a month away from International Incident. And things in FGA continue to heat up as we head towards our first-ever internet Pay Per View.

Evan Grayson: They certainly are. We've already got three championship matches announced for the evening. Word has it that two more matches could be announced tonight.

Clement: We've got a great card of action for you. How about that Six Man Tag where all three members of The Murder take on Sean Sands and The Shoot Kings?

Grayson: The Shoot Kings are certainly no strangers to The Murder. They've been running their mouths for months now. Tonight, Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler may just shut them up permanently. Then there's that pretender, Sean Sands. He could have manned up and given Dom the title shot that he rightfully deserved a couple of months ago. But Sands hid behind Chris Bond. We all saw what happened there. Dom beat Bond up so badly that now, Bond wants to retire. What do you think is going to happen to Sands once the Tenacious Little Bastard gets done with him?

Clement: Speaking of Dom, he was the victim of an attack at the end of Battleground 1.1. But we all know exactly who was behind it. None other than Chris Q!

Grayson: You don't know that. All we saw was Dom down and bloodied. Did you see a bottle of Crown Royal anywhere? I certainly didn't. So don't blame this on your FGA Heavyweight Champion!

Clement: There was clearly a broken bottle of whiskey on the floor. We know it was him! It's bad enough that Chris Q will have Harter on his tail. But tonight, he's also got to deal with The Voice of Violence, Kevin Hardaway!

Grayson: Voice of Violence? Give me a break. Maybe he should take a cue from his good buddy Chris Bond and ride off into the sunset. He got a lucky victory last week against Bob Pooler. Tonight, he will not be so lucky. I can guarantee you that.

Clement: That remains to be seen. We've got a ton of action headed your way tonight. So let's send it over to the ring for tonight's opening contest...

[FGA Office]

Matt Summers vs. Joshua Black

["Lose Yourself" by Eminem begins to play over the PA system]

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Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted. one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
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[Through the black curtains steps the rookie Matt Summers wearing a plain black hood unzipped with his ring attire - black full length tights with a white zig zag pattern on both legs and black boots with kickpads over them. He also has on black elbowpads and wrist-tape.]

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Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, bloah!
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[The fans are bopping their heads and smacking the metal guardrails to the beat as Matt Summers begins to walk down the aisle to the ring. He smacks hands with the fans as he heads to the ring.]

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Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
##

[Summers stops in mid aisle and stares at the ring. He then looks around at the cheering crowd. He nods at the fans and acknowledges them as he continues moving forward towards the ringside area.]

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You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
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[Once he reaches the ringside area, Matt Summers proceeds to remove his hoodie and hands it to a ringside attendant before climbing on the ring apron and into the ring through the top and middle rope.]

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You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
(You better)
##

[The music fades out as Summers walks into his respective corner and just leans forward into it so his forehead is resting on it with his back facing the ring announcer and referee.]

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 180 pounds... MATT SUMMERS!

[The crowd cheers as Matt Summers lifts his head and just begins to pound on the turnbuckle pad with his fists as he awaits the match to begin.]

Grayson: Can you believe this young punk, Summers? He had the nerve to tell Joshua Black to keep Heather Black away from ringside. Who does he think he is?

Clement: I don't blame him. How many times have we seen Heather interfere in Joshua's matches? How many times have we seen Joshua benefit from her interference? I don't think Summers is out of line at all. All he wants is a fair match.

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: And his opponent, 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.

Grayson: It looks like Joshua denied Summers' request.

Clement: It just shows the lack of confidence in himself. You mean to tell me he can't get the job done without Heather getting involved?

Grayson: It doesn't matter how he wins. All that matters is that he does win. How many times must you be told that?

The bell sounds as both men look to start things off. They lock up. Black quickly takes Summers down with an arm drag to boos from the crowd. He quickly transitions into a shoulderlock. The ref asks Summers if he wants to give up. But Summers refuses to quit. After Summers gets back up to his feet, Black wrings his arm to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Black rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm drag of his own.

As Black gets up, Summers grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Black comes back, Summers knocks him down with a jumping sidekick to cheers from the crowd. He then steps over Black and connects with a standing moonsault to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Clement: How about those moves from the newcomer? He took Black down with that jump kick and quickly followed up with a beautiful standing moonsault?

Grayson: Beginner's luck.

Clement: And how long will that last? Until Heather interferes again?

Grayson: ...

Summers picks up Black and whips him into the ropes. But Black hangs onto the ropes. So Summers runs over at him. Black then ducks the oncoming charge and dumps Summers over the top rope. But Summers lands safely on his feet. When Black turns around, Summers grabs him by the neck with both hands and jumps off the apron, delivering a guillotine across the top rope to cheers from the crowd. As Black goes down, Summers leaps up onto the apron before delivering a slingshot leg drop. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Summers again uses his speed and agility to get the better of Black. Call it beginner's luck all you want. But this young man is taking the fight to Black.

Summers takes Black and whips him into the ropes. Again, Black hangs onto the ropes. But this time, he drops and rolls to the outside.

Clement: What's he doing?

Grayson: Slamming the brakes on this match.

The crowd boos as he tries to take a breather. But the boos turn back to cheers as Summers slides to the outside and is hot on his trail. After Black rolls back into the ring, Summers rolls back in. But he's met with an elbow drop to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Classic strategy. Fools like Summers fall for it every time.

Black gets up and delivers another elbow drop. He then gets back up to his feet and puts the boots to Summers. Black picks him up and whips him into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Black scoops him up and delivers a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg for the cover...

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Summers gets his shoulder up.

Black picks up Summers, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He then picks Summers back up, only to take him back down with a snap suplex. Black turns over and makes the cover.

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Summers gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Summers gets his shouler up before the three count. But Black is zeroing in on his back.

Grayson: He can't do any of that flippity nonsense with a hurt back. It's sound strategy. Let's see if Summers has the smarts to adjust.

Black picks up Summers, scoops him across his shoulder and goes for a running powerslam. But Summers slips down from behind and shoves Black into the ropes. When Black comes back, Summers connects with a savate kick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a kick straight to the jaw by Summers. He goes for the cover...

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The crowd boos as Heather Black climbs up onto the apron, gaining the ref's attention.

Clement: What in the world is she doing? This is exactly why Summers didn't want her at ringside.

Grayson: She's just checking on her main.

Clement: She can see from the floor. She doesn't need to get up on the apron...

While the ref yells at Heather to get off the apron, Summers gets off of Black and heads over towards her. Once she sees Black getting back up to his feet, she climbs back down to the floor. While Summers' back is still turned, Black runs over to attack from behind. But Summers turns, lifts up Black and delivers a hotshot across the top rope to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh ho!

Clement: Not this time! Summers knew exactly what they were trying to do!

While Black is down, Summers heads into the corner. He springboards onto the top rope to set up a moonsault. But Johnny Windham climbs up onto the apron, distracting him to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Now what's he doing up there? Ref? Get him off!

Summers' had enough. So he leaps off the top turnbuckle, knocking Windham off the turnbuckles and to the floor with a flying side kick to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: He can't do that! That's a manager he just knocked off the apron. The man could be hurt.

Heather runs over and checks on Windham. Meanwhile, Summers climbs back up onto the apron. He then begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Clement: He's about to put this one away, Evan, and there's no one to stop him!

But once he gets to the top, Black dives over and pulls down the top rope. Summers then slips and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Good! I hope it hurt, too!

After Summers falls off the top turnbuckle and landing in the ring, Black drags him away from the ropes. He then picks up Summers and delivers And Boom Goes The Dynamite to boos from the crowd.

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TWO!
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THREE!

“This is the New Shit” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOSHUA BLACK!

Black rolls to the outside, where both he and Heather help up a barely conscious Windham. After tapping Windham on the cheek and shaking his head, Black raises his arm in the air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Surprise, surprise, Joshua Black cheats his way to another victory.

Grayson: Cheating? Matt Summers knocked a manager, not a wrestler, but a manager off the apron and to the floor! Who knows what he would have done if he got his hands on Heather. All Joshua did was pull down on the top rope. Last I checked, that was perfectly legal.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Drew Stevenson vs. Alistair Mangold

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 280 pounds! He is “The God Among Men”... ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

Mangold raises his arms and boos shower him again.

Clement: Alistair Mangold, despite a loss to Riley Owens a few weeks back, has been on a tear since returning to FGA.

Grayson: It's like he's a new man. I swear, he must have went to the same doctors over in Germany that worked on Kobe's knee. The man is bigger, badder and better than ever.

Clement: But his opponent is no slouch. Drew Stevenson is a veteran of this business. Also, he's undefeated.

Grayson: Yeah, well, streaks were meant to be broken. And tonight, him and his streak will be broken by The God Among Men.

Grayson: We'll see...

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

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Kansas City, Missouri! Weighing in at 250 pounds! He is “The Emerald”... DREW STEVENSON!

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

Clement: You said that Mangold seems like a new man. Well, he's definitely got a new attitude. When he first came to FGA, he was pleasant to be around. Now, he's bitter and pissed off at the world.

Grayson: Well what do you expect? A man of his stature gets a near career -ending injury and you would guess that there would be people sending him flowers and "get well soon" cards. But no. They're too busy cheering the flavors of the month like Nate Adams, Alistair Mangold and Jaxie Wyatt. Well I can tell you one thing. Since he's come back, Mangold has taken nearly each and every one of them out. If I were Drew, I'd roll to the outside and take the count out.

Clement: A guy like Drew Stevenson isn't going to be intimidated by Mangold.

Grayson: Oh well. It's only his career that's in Mangold's hands...

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Mangold shoves Stevenson back to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Drew may want to hit the gym before he tries to outmuscle Mangold.

Stevenson heads back over to Mangold and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Mangold shoves Stevenson over into the corner. The crowd boos as Mangold taunts his opponent.

Grayson: And again, he tries to outmuscle Mangold. Come on, man, I know you've got pride. But really?

Stevenson heads out of the corner and goes for a collar & elbow tie-up. But at the last second, he nails Mangold with a kick to the midsection.

Grayson: What was that cheap shot?

The crowd cheers as Stevenson delivers a series of right hands to the face. He then takes Mangold and whips him into the ropes. When Mangold comes back, Stevenson connects with a lariat. But Mangold only stumbles back. So Stevenson kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a DDT. He makes the cover.

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Mangold kicks out.

Clement: Drew was able to take the big man down with the DDT.

Mangold: Yeah, but did you see how he kicked out?

Stevenson picks up Mangold, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Mangold around, Stevenson unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings Mangold from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Mangold reverses, sending Stevenson into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, Mangold throws out a lariat. But Stevenson ducks and counters with a floatover DDT to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Mangold and whips him into the corner. Stevenson runs into the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Mangold nails him with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back to boos from the crowd. Mangold then hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, dives off and knocks him down with a shoulder block to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a diving shoulder tackle by Mangold!

Grayson: He nearly sent him flying across the ring!

Clement: He heads over for the cover...

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Stevenson gets his shoulder up.

Mangold picks up Stevenson and whips him into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, Mangold bends over to set him up for a back body drop. But Stevenson counters with a knee lift, sending Mangold stumbling back to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, Mangold grabs him by the throat and throws him down with God's rage to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver by Mangold!

Grayson: He just grabbed The Emerald by the throat and flung him across the ring!

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Stevenson gets his shoulder up.

Mangold gets up, grabs Stevenson by the wrist and yanks him back up... only to knock him down with a short-arm clothesline to boos from the crowd. Mangold picks up Stevenson and hoists him up about his ahead to boos from the crowd. Mangold military presses him before throwing him down with a slam. The crowd boos as Stevenson can be seen arching his back in pain. Mangold picks him up and whips him hard into the corner. As Stevenson stumbles out, Mangold hoists him up and throws him down with the Hammerfall. He then gets up, picks up Stevenson, lifts him up and plants him with The Downfall to boos from the crowd. Mangold makes the cover...

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THREE!

"Back Round" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ALISTAIR MANGOLD!

Mangold gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And just like that, Drew Stevenson gets his first loss in FGA at the hands of Alistair Mangold.

Clement: Drew had him rocked a couple of times. But once Mangold took control of this match, he wasn't letting go. And it was only a matter of time until he suffered The Downfall.

[FGA Office]

(The scene starts in the back where Dan Herrera is standing in front of a large banner filled with FGA logos. Dan is holding a microphone and waiting for a signal from the cameraman to get started. The cameraman points at him and he begins talking.)

Dan Herrera: “I need to address something that Johnny Karma would probably rather move on from. But you see, that’s why it needs to be addressed. Because Karma thought that attacking me after our match would have no consequence.”

(Dan rubs his neck with his left hand)

Dan Herrera: “I wasn’t able to do anything about what happened last week after the match. But I can now. Karma, if you come anywhere near me backstage, you’ll get what you deserve. I’m sure you don’t care. In fact, you’ll probably test me. But if you do, you won’t like the outcome.”

(Dan cracks his knuckles.)

Dan Herrera: “The past two weeks I’ve been preparing for my match with Riley Owens. But not once did I worry about being prepared for an attack after my match. Why? Because Riley Owens is a respectful wrestler.”

(Dan leans into the camera a bit.)

Dan Herrera: “It’s sad that it’s gotten to this point Karma, but at one point people like you were the oddity. But the fact of the matter is that these days, you’re not the “everybody hates me” loner type we used to know. No, the amount of people like you in this business now outnumber people like me and Riley Owens about five to one.

Respect used to be all this business was about. People would go out to that ring and shake hands before and after their matches. If someone attacked another wrestler after the match, they would have been shunned. But at this point its commonplace.

So this is a warning to everyone in the back. Despite your thoughts on whether or not I should be warning whole rosters, here it is anyways. I will make your life a living hell if you find the need to attack me after our matches. I don’t take too well to disrespect. Call it the ‘old school’ in me.

I look forward to fighting you tonight Riley. It’ll be a nice change from the new norm in professional wrestling. I’ll see you out there.”

(Dan swipes his hand over his throat and the feed closes as the camera heads back inside the arena to the ringside area.)

[FGA Office]

Jaxie Wyatt vs. Cyncity

Let’s go!
Make no excuses now
I’m talking here and now
I’m talking here and now

The beginning of "Lets go" plays over the sound system until it's cut off by a static. The lights in the arena dim down to nothing as the static is replaced by the sounds of a power clap coming from through the audience.

Let’s go!

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity slowly emerges from the back with her head tilted to the side, glaring at the ring with a small smile on her face. She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, scanning the crowd, before she makes her way down the ramp, throwing her right arm in the air, taking in the audiences cheers.. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and buttom pushed out. Fans in attendance are heard whistling in her direction, as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 127 pounds... CYNCITY!

No fear, and while you getting your cry on
I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedastal
I betta let ya' know

She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them a hug as she marches her way down the ramp. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her slow pace toward the ring.

Lets go!

She slides into the ring and crawls toward the middle before getting to her feet. She blows a kiss at the crowd and climbs up to the middle rope, throwing her arms in the air and taking in the ovations with a grin on her face. Finally, she hops back into the ring and walks over to her corner, stretching out her limbs and waiting for the match to begin.

Clement: Cyncity is making her FGA debut tonight. She's a former Tag Team Champion but tonight, there won't be any partner's out on the apron. It'll be her alone in that ring against Jaxie Wyatt.

Grayson: From what I've heard, Cyn is trying to branch out on her own. She wants to make her own name and carve out her own legacy. She could very well do that tonight. But from what we've seen from Jaxie, she'll be a tough out.

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 her opponent, from Bay Minette, Alabama! Weighing in at 135 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 has been on a bit of a slide as of late. But that hasn't stopped the Bama native from giving it her all each and every time she steps into that ring.

Grayson: Most people in her spot would have thrown in the towel and quit. But not Jaxie. There's something inside of her that keeps her moving forward. And that's something you have to respect...

The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Cyncity places Jaxie in a side headlock. But Jaxie is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Cyncity if she wants to give up. But she refuses to quit. She then reaches back, grabs Jaxie and throws her down with a snapmare. She quickly kneels down and applies a rear chinlock from behind. The ref asks Jaxie if she wants to give up. But she refuses to quit. After slowly turning over onto her knees, Jaxie gets up to her feet. After nailing Cyncity with three elbows to the midsection, Jaxie runs into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, Cyncity knocks her down with a running front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Jaxie kicks out.

Clement: Cyncity takes Jaxie off her feet. But she only gets two. What does she have to do to win this match?

Grayson: She's got to fight her fight. Jaxie can throw those fists. So Cyn needs to avoid any brawling and stick to what she does best - high flying and technical wrestling.

Cyncity picks up Jaxie and places her in a side headlock. But Jaxie shoves Cyncity off of her and into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Jaxie takes her down with a drop toe hold. She quickly moves over and applies a grounded side headlock. But Cyncity is able to slip out and reverse into a grounded hammerlock to cheers from the crowd. She performs a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. The ref ask Jaxie if she wants to give up. But Jaxie refuses to quit. She then reaches back, grabs Cyncity and rolls over into a side headlock takeover. But Cyncity quickly reverses into a leg scissors headlock. The ref asks Jaxie is she wants to give up. But Jaxie refuses to quit. She then escapes via a kip up.

As Cyncity scrambles to her feet, Jaxie runs into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, she knocks Cyncity down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Cyncity kicks out.

Clement: Jaxie with the stiff clothesline, but it only gets two. What does Jaxie need to do to pull out a victory?

Grayson: She's got to keep Cyn grounded. Jaxie's got some speed. But Cyn is able to use her speed and agility in ways that Jaxie can't. There's no need for Jaxie to try and reinvent the wheel here. Just keep it basic and keep her grounded...

Jaxie picks up Cyncity and moves her into the corner. She then delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. She then takes Cyncity, whips her across the ring and follows her into the opposite corner. But Cyncity puts on the breaks and catches her with an elbow to the face. While Jaxie stumbles back, Cyncity springboards onto the top turnbuckle and connects with the Emphatic Whispers, knocking her down to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Jaxie kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Jaxie and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. She then grabs a hold of the top rope, waiting for Jaxie to get up. When Jaxie gets back up to her feet and turns around, Cyncity connects with a slingshot spiraling crossbody to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Jaxie, rolls her back in, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Jaxie gets her shoulder up.

Grayson: That's what I'm talking about right there. Jaxie was in control of this thing. But two high risk moves later and now this match is all Cyncity. Jaxie's got to take out a leg or something to stop this...

Cyncity picks up Jaxie and whips her into the ropes. When Jaxie comes back, Cyncity knocks her down with a jumping knee strike. She then points to the top turnbuckle as she heads out onto the apron.

Clement: She's already nailed two moves from off the top. Can she make it three?

After Cyncity climbs up to the top turnbuckle, she leaps off, going for a diving headbutt. But Jaxie rolls out of the way, causing Cyncity to connect with nothing but the canvas.

Grayson: OUCH!

Clement: Nobody's home as Cyn lands face-first on the canvas!

Jaxie then rolls back over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Jaxie picks up Cyncity and nails her with repeated headbutts, sending her stumbling into the ropes. Jaxie then goes over, grabs her and brigs her down with a snapmare. Jaxie heads into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Jaxie now going after the head of Cyncity after that missed headbutt off the top.

Grayson: Seems like good strategy to me. Who knows how hurt Cyn may be after that dive. She may have given herself a concussion. Regardless, those headbutts and that knee to the face aren't helping her recover...

Jaxie picks her up, kicks her in the midsection and then delivers a single knee facebreaker. As Cyncity stands up in a dazes state, Jaxie runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a scissored DDT to cheers from the crowd. Jaxie makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: A close one there by Jaxie. But Cyn is able to get her shoulder up at two and a half.

Jaxie begins to pace back and forth as Cyncity slowly turns over.

Grayson: She's getting restless, Kev. What could she be setting up for?

Once Cyncity finally gets to her feet and turns around, Jaxie runs over and goes for a big boot. But Cyncity catches her foot, turns her away, grabs Jaxie from behind and delivers the Glitter Driver to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter by Cincity! Could this be it?

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Jaxie gets her shoulder up.

Cyncity picks up Jaxie and goes for an irish whip. But Jaxie reverses, sending Cyncity into the corner. Jaxie runs across the ring. But she runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Jaxie stumbles back, Cyncity hoists herself up onto the second rope, flips off and delivers a blockbuster to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Jaxie gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Jaxie just barely got her shoulder up. I thought that was it there.

Clement: I'm sure the crowd did as well. These two are throwing everything at each other now.

As Cyncity picks up Jaxie, Jaxie nails her with a series of right hands to the midsection. He then nails her with a headbutt, sending Cyncity stumbling back. Jaxie goes over, grabs Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Jaxie goes for a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and counters with a float over swinging neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. She then heads out onto the apron and waits for Jaxie to get up. When Jaxie gets up and turns around, Cyncity connects with a springboard clotheslines to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Big time clothesline by Cyn connects!

She then picks up Jaxie, kisses her on the cheek and then runs into the ropes.

Grayson: Cyn's giving out kisses now? Where do I sign up for a match?

Clement: Oh stop...

When Cyncity comes back, she turns Jaxie inside out with Beauty and the Knee.

Clement: What a knee by Cyncity! She just clocked Jaxie with that flying knee!

Cyncity picks up a dazed Jaxie, hops onto her shoulders, spins back and plants her with the Cynderana to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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“Let's Go” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CYNCITY!

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

Clement: What an impressive debut by Cyncity.

Grayson: And you said "don't believe the hype."

Clement: I never said that. In fact, it was you that said that before the show.

Grayson: You have no proof.

Clement: Nevermind... the only thing that matters is that Cyncity has picked up a win in her debut match in FGA. But Jaxie shouldn't be upset at all. She put up a good fight.

Grayson: Yeah, I'm sure that's going to make her feel better "At least you put up a good fight." Ha!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Saturday, February 22, 2014
LIVE from the Royal Albert Hall
London, England

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where the three members of The Murder are stood around; Malcolm Drake stands in the middle, his scratched FGA Mid Atlantic Tag title tied around his waist, the IGNITE 24/7 title slung over his shoulder; Bob Pooler is stood next to him, his FGA Mid Atlantic Tag title slung over one shoulder; Dom Harter stands on the other side of the head crow.)

Malcolm Drake: In this sport… there is a pecking order. And standing before you right here, are the crows perched atop a mountain of bodies that are so deservingly beneath us. Tonight, the world will get their first glimpse of what the future of professional wrestling looks like. Tonight, the world will get to see The Murder in action. Tonight is the first of what I can only imagine will be many “dream teams” assembled with the singular goal of stopping The Murder’s meteoric rise to the top of this sport. This is what happens when there’s no one left that is in your league. The more and more men they throw at us… the more and more bodies we leave in our wake. You can see our path carved through the smashed idols, toppled reigns, and littered bodies of false heroes. And tonight… our path goes right through Sean Sands and the Shoot Kings.

Dom Harter: You see, tonight you people get the pleasure of watching The Murder work together as a team for the first time since last Summer, when we beat the Superfriends 2.0 in the steel cage. You people have the privilege of watching the greatest, most dominant team in FGA history working together to destroy another bunch of ‘heroes’.

Bob Pooler: We’ve taken your poor, your sick, your huddled masses longing for a company free from the scrutiny of our ever watching eyes … and we’ve left them broken. Your heroes have all fallen; each and every one has failed you in trying to unseat the three of us from our thrones. What they fail to see, what you all fail to understand, is that this isn’t a battle of good against evil. In this company, in we’ve single handedly built up by the way, there is a pecking order. If it wasn’t for the three of us, that pecking order would revolve around the same tired faces and played out gimmicks. Thanks to the Murder, the FGA audience needn’t worry their little minds about growing stale under the direction of a Patrick Gordon Jr., or even a Kevin Hardaway. Those men, like so many before them, were shown that their heroism was nothing more than a pathetic attempt at trying to be relevant in a company of adequate; and for that … you’re welcome!

Malcolm Drake: This phony heroism is nothing but a facade, a whitewash, a layer of veneer over an empty husk of men. These boys dress up and play pretend… but none pretend any harder than the Super. Mario. Wrestling. Brothers. It disgusts me that a sideshow act is getting a legitimate shot at OUR titles. Aren’t there any teams left in reality? You couldn’t dial up the UK Dragons for another go? Doesn’t WARPED have a real challenge for us? Or PWX? No, I’m sure there was a WORLDWIDE search for competitors before the FGA Powers-That-Be decided to stick the most dangerous, devastating and destructive force in professional wrestling in the ring with… the Super Mario Wrestling Brothers. In the end, it doesn’t matter. No one will remember your names, no one will remember your schtick, or your jackets. All they’ll remember is to chalk up another victory for The Murder, and to toss two more bodies into the mass grave.

Dom Harter: And a few weeks from now, at International Incident we will – once again – prove that we are the best wrestlers around today. You see, for some reason I still have doubters out there saying that I don’t deserve this shot at the FGA Championship. They’re the people who think because my victory over Q last year wasn’t ‘clean’ – that because I ‘had help’ to beat Bond at ‘Final Frontier’ that I’m not capable of becoming the champion.

(Harter sneers.)

Dom Harter: For those people that think I ‘need help’ or that I don’t ‘win clean’, let me make one thing clear. I earn every damn victory I get in that ring. I earn every damn title I win. I don’t need to explain myself to you, I don’t need to explain my actions or my reasons to anyone other than myself. And tonight, when we have made an example out of Sean Sands and The Shoot Kings, at International Incident when I take that title belt from Chris Q, when Malcolm and Bob tear The Super Mario Wrestling Brothers apart inside that ring … you will all have one more reason as to why you should never cross The Murder!

Malcolm Drake: Memento Mori…

Bob Pooler: What won’t we do next?

(With that the scene fade to black.)

[FGA Office]

Riley Owens vs. Dan Herrera

...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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 215 pounds... DAN “THE MAN” 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 got the win in his FGA debut over former Pride Champion, Johnny Karma...

Grayson: ... and then Karma put him in the Karmic Crab, where Danny Boy cried his eyes out.

Clement: He did no such thing. Karma attacked him from behind like the sore loser that he is. But if Karma is smart, he'll heed Dan's warning and stay away from him.

Grayson: Or what? He's going to fire him? This isn't GDW and Dan is no longer hiding behind a job title. He actually has to get in the ring and back up his words now.

“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 his 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 the match to begin.

Clement: Riley Owens was so close to winning that #1 Contendership for the Pride Championship.

Grayson: He was not. It was Jack Reynolds, the Technical Messiah, that had that match won until Riley screwed everything up.

Clement: What on Earth are you talking about? Reynolds lost that match because Willow Swaine beat him. So why he's going around blaming all of his problems on Riley, I don't know.

Grayson: How about... because that's what happened? If I were Riley, I wouldn't be worried Dan Herrera. I'd be worried about Jack Reynolds exacting some revenge.

Clement: You might be right on that revenge part.

Grayson: Of course I'm right...

The bell sounds as both men shake hands before circling the ring.

Grayson: Sportsmanship? Please! If they were smart, one of them would have socked the other.

Clement: Oh stop...

Both men slowly inch towards each other before locking up. After jockeying for position, Herrera uses his strength advantage to move Riley into the corner. After Herrera presses him up against the corner, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a clean break. After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Herrera uses his strength advantage to move Riley into the ropes. Just then, Riley is able to switch positions and press Herrera up against the ropes. The ref quickly makes his way over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a clean break.

Clement: Look at this display of sportsmanship by both men. There's no cheap shots. No low blows. And no attacks from behind.

Grayson: That's why they'll never get anywhere in FGA, let alone life. Look at all of our champions. The Murder, Jimmy Page and Chris Q. These men are respectable cheaters, low lifes and scumbags. You may think that's a bad thing. But they're on top of the world while Danny Boy and Riley are busy shaking hands and hugging each other.

After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they go to lock up. But Riley ducks the collar & elbow tie-up and goes behind Herrera, applying a waist lock. Herrera tries to pry Riley's arms from around him, but it's to no avail. He then tries to elbow Riley in the face. But Riley is able to move his head out of the way. Riley then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Herrera can be seen grimacing every time Riley jerks his arm. The ref asks Herrera if he wants to give up. But he refuses to quit. Riley then transitions into a side headlock. But Herrera quickly shoves Riley off of him and into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Herrera knocks him down with a standing shoulder block to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Riley kips up. When Herrera comes back, Riley takes him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. He quickly follows up with a shoulder lock. The ref again asks Herrera if he wants to give up. But Herrera refuses to quit.

Clement: Riley's got his sights set on trying to get back into the title picture.

Grayson: Oh yeah? Well a win over a guy that spent 90% of his time behind a desk isn't going to impress anyone.

Clement: What's your problem with Herrera?

Grayson: You mean despite the fact that his boneheaded moves killed a company? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that for someone that's never accomplished anything inside the ring, he loves to run his mouth. Well one of these days, that mouth is going to get him in trouble that he and his pretty little girlfriend won't get him out of.

After making his way back up to his feet, Herrera moves Riley into the ropes. He then shoves Riley off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Riley comes back, Herrera throws out a clothesline. But Riley ducks underneath, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix to cheers from the crowd...

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Herrera escapes.

As both men get up, Riley is the first to strike, nailing Herrera with a rolling solebutt to the midsection. While Herrera is doubled over, Riley places him in a cravate before delivering several knee strikes to the face. Riley then throws him down with a snapmare before running into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Clement: Riley is using those hard strikes to control this match.

Grayson: What would you expect? It's not like Herrera's going to do anything to stop him.

Riley picks up Herrera and moves him into the corner. He connects with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kick reverberates throughout the building. He the takes Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Riley into the opposite corner. Herrera runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face. As Herrera turns and stumbles away from the corner, Riley runs out of the corner. He hops up onto Herrera's shoulders. But before he can do anything, Herrera takes him down with an electric chair to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Herrera with the quick cover after the electric chair, but it only gets two.

Herrera picks up Riley and delivers a neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He then picks Riley back up, only to bring him back down with a russian leg sweep. He then heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and connects with a leg drop to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Herrera drops him to his knees with a haymaker to the midsection. Herrera brings him back up to his feet, hoists him up and throws him down with the Final Word to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Big pumphandle slam there by Herrera. But Riley is just able to get his shoulder up.

Grayson: Okay, okay. He's showing something tonight. But I'm still not sold.

Clement: Newsflash, Evan. I highly doubt Herrera cares about winning you over.

Grayson: Well clearly he doesn't have his priorities in order, then.

Herrera picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Herrera goes for a lariat. But Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Herrera catches him in mid air, hoists Riley up across his shoulders and delivers a Samoan Drop to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, steps through the ropes and makes his way across the apron.

Clement: Could Herrera be heading up to the top?

Grayson: Does he even know how to climb turnbuckles?

Clement: Oh stop...

After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Herrera waits for Riley to get up. When Riley gets up and turns around, Herrera leaps off, going for a missile dropkick. But Riley side steps and connects with a dropkick in mid air. The crowd cheers.

Clement: What a dropkick by Riley! Just perfectly timed...

As Herrera turns over on all fours, Riley goes over, grabs him by the waist and delivers an Everest German Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Riley picks up Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Riley into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Herrera bends over to set up a back body drop. But Riley hurdles over him. After Herrera stands up and turns around, Riley goes for a rolling elbow. But Herrera ducks. When Riley turns around, Herrera goes for a discus elbow strike. But Riley ducks. When Herrera turns around, Riley clocks him with the Cyclone Kill to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Goodnight!

Riley drops down and makes the cover...

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Herrera gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Riley picks up Herrera, grabs him from behind and goes for a dragon suplex. But Herrera counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll to cheers from the crowd.

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Riley kicks out to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Great counter there by Herrera, but it only gets two.

Grayson: Clearly he learned that move from one of the infinately more talented wrestlers he used to employ.

After both grapplers scramble to get up to their feet, Herrera lifts up Riley, spins and throws him down with the Wit's End to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then stumbles back into the corner.

Clement: Herrera throws down Riley with that double leg slam. It might be all but over for young Riley...

Herrera can be seen slowly waving Riley up as Riley turns over on all fours. After Riley gets up and turns around, Herrera runs from out of the corner and goes for a spear. But Riley counters with a high knee lift to cheers from the crowd. While Herrera is dazed, Riley connects with a high roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. While Herrera is still dazed, Riley grabs him from behind and delivers a sleeper suplex to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Right on the head!

As Herrera slowly pushes himself up off the apron, Riley runs over and connects with Unnecessary Roughness to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here is your winner, RILEY OWENS!

The ref raises Riley's arm in victory to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Riley gets the win, defeating Herrera in a hard fought contest. Even you've got to admit that Herrera was impressive in there.

Grayson: Eh...

Herrera turns Riley around.

Grayson: Yes! Do it, Herrera! Redeem yourself in my eyes and knock this pale loser out!

After staring at Riley, he extends his hand. Riley looks down at the hand, then back up at Herrera. Riley shakes his hand to cheers from the crowd. The two then raise each others arms to cheers from the crowd.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we see Spencer Burke standing by. He has a smile on his face as he stands in front of an FGA banner.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time...former FGA Heavyweight champion...Sean Sands!

Sean makes his way into the shot, a rather calm look about him. He doesn't seem happy, but he doesn't seem angry at all. When Spencer goes to ask Sean something, Sean raises his hands, causing the interviewer to stop. Sands then motions for the microphone and is immediately handed it.

Sean Sands: I'm sorry, Spencer, but I've got a lot to get off my chest right about now. I know you want to ask me how I feel about this six man tag and the only thing I can tell you is that I'm ready. That's it. Now, I do have a few other things to say.

Sean lets out a sigh before beginning to speak.

Sean Sands: For those of you who watched, I lost at the last show to Jimmy Paige. He bested me inside of that ring out there and...I guess he proved that he might indeed be better than me. Does it mean that I won't try to come back and fight him again and try to beat him? No. I want to face him again. But after that match, I noticed something. Maybe I don't deserve my rematch at the FGA title.

The audience boos, but Sands can't hear from all the way backstage.

Sean Sands: In fact, I have made myself a promise. Ryan Kidd....I want to face you at International Incident in a match. Why? I guess that'll be explained later. I just know that I want that match. And shall I lose to you at International Incident....

Sean drops his gaze to the ground before returning his gaze to the camera.

Sean Sands: I'll relinquish my rematch at the FGA title. Ball's in your court.

The audience lets out a few more boos as Sands hands the mic back to Spencer before leaving the camera's view.

[FGA Office]

A silence permeates the broadcast of Battleground, with the camera panning over the crowd in the Palumbo Center, before Washed Out’s “Feel It All Around” begins to echo throughout the arena. The crowd, with the vast majority unfamiliar with the tune’s allegiance, seems perplexed until finally the FGA original Jared James steps out from the back – which leads to a small group of FGA diehards beginning to cheer. James, who is dressed in pinstriped dress shirt with a light grey tie, covered with a black sport coat and complimented with a pair of dark denim jeans with a black leather belt, slowly marches his way down to the ring with a slight grin on his face. Microphone in hand, he slowly lifts it up to his mouth as he continues his slow pursuit to the ring.

Jared James: I can see from the crowd reaction here that not all of you know who I am. And that is entirely fair. Allow me to introduce myself. Residing in Portsmouth, New Hampshire and coming in at a whopping 187 pounds… I am Jared James.

At this point Jared begins to ascend the steel steps, sliding his way through the ropes and into the center of the ring. He continues this brief pause to slowly fix his sport coat, and running a few strokes down his shirt in order to remove any wrinkles.

James: Now, I know what some of you are thinking. ‘Who is this Jared James fella, and why the hell should I care?’ To that first question, let me say this. I am the original Frontier Grappling Arts performer. The very first man, or woman, to sign a contract with this fine promotion, in addition to being the very first individual to lose his shot at the FGA Heavyweight Champion. That, right there, is the Sparknotes on who I am as an FGA performer; for those of who you have not followed this promotion from its humble beginnings at the Inman Sports Club in Edison, New Jersey.

As for the latter question, the ‘Why should I care?’ that must be running through most of your minds … well, the answer to that has yet to be determined.

James lowers the microphone to his waist, then proceeds to lift his shoulders in a slight shrug.

James: The primary reason why that question has no answer is because, thus far, I have done nothing in FGA over the past year to warrant your attention. And, if I want to be even more honest, I have not done jack in the past year in wrestling to even warrant this contract I currently have with Frontier Grappling Arts.

At this point the small contingent of Jared James fans begin a very faint ‘Jared James’ chant, which gives James pause. Grateful he is for these diehards, he is also aware that his words still ring true.

James: But you see, that is why I am here tonight. I return to FGA both as a humbled man, and as a man who is in awe and in grateful of what the men and women who have passed through the FGA locker room and through the FGA ticket office to attend these shows have done since I have been gone. It is thanks to both the blood, sweat and tears of the FGA wrestlers and the hard-earned money the FGA fans have forked out to this support this company that Frontier Grappling Arts sits here on Spike, in front of a national audience, in 2014. This feat, my friends, is truly amazing.

An ‘FGA’ chant begins to break out throughout the Palumbo Center, with some fans in the front row banging their hands onto the barricade. James’s smile widens. This is the atmosphere he wanted when he returned. To see the FGA faithful go berserk with pride jerks at his heart strings, just a bit.

James: So I want to use this stage, that all of you in the FGA community have built, to show the wrestling world that I still have what it takes. After a year of sitting in solitude up in southern New Hampshire, I want to return to this world that I once again love with a burning passion. And, more pertinent to all of you, I want to show Frontier Grappling Arts that I am a man whom you can all rely upon. When other performers let you down, I want to show you all that Jared James will be the man on each and every show busting his rear – his sweat and tears scattered across this ring – making sure that when you leave a FGA event, I am one of the men or women who make you say ‘Wow, what I just saw in there was amazing.’ I know that my track record of bailing out on this place, on all of you, might make this hard, but that is why I want to take this week-by-week. My eyes are not set, ladies and gentlemen, on doing anything other than being the best technical wrestler Frontier Grappling Arts has ever seen.

He pauses a bit, looking around the Palumbo Center for a brief moment.

James: And that is a promise.

With that Jared James slowly lowers the microphone, looking around the Palumbo Center as “Feel It All Around” plays in the background. The ‘Jared James’ that was once heard earlier is back up at it, but at a slightly louder volume.

[FGA Office]

(The camera cuts backstage as Spencer Burke appears in the center of the shot, holding a microphone with the FGA logo. He is standing in front of a Battleground backdrop and there appears to be an anxious look on his face. Spencer takes his cue from the cameraman and addresses the audience.)

Spencer Burke: I am joined right now by the FGA Heavyweight Champion, the Big Bad of FGA, Chris Q.

(The shot zooms out slightly and Chris Q enters with the FGA Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder.)

Spencer Burke: Chris, tonight you make your debut on Battleground in the main event against Kevin Hardaway, but you appeared on the last show and exchanged words with the number one contender to your FGA Heavyweight Championship, Dom Harter. What’s going through your mind after everything you heard from Dom at the last show?

Chris Q: It’s always the same thing from the Tenacious Little Douche Bag. He didn’t say anything that surprised me. I knew what to expect from him the moment he was declared the number one contender for my title.

Spencer Burke: Well you were obviously upset by something Dom said to you. We all saw the footage after Battleground went off the air as Dom Harter was left unconscious after having a glass bottle of whisky broken over his head.

(Chris looks at Spencer was a puzzled expression. He begins shaking his head in denial.)

Chris Q: Wait, you don’t think that was me, do you? I heard that Dom had been attacked, but I had nothing to do with that. I am not planning on taking any cheap shots on Dom. I want him to be one hundred percent when we face off at International Incident so there is no dispute when I pin him in the center of the ring.

(Spencer swallows a lump in his throat and responds to the Big Bad.)

Spencer Burke: So you’re telling us that you weren’t the one who broke a bottle of whisky over Dom’s head? Even though we’ve seen you try to attack other wrestlers with bottles in the past…

(Q is starting to become irritated with the accusations against him. He gets right into Spencer’s face.)

Chris Q: What did I just tell you? If I say I had nothing to do with it, that means I didn’t do it.

Spencer Burke: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to point fingers at anyone…

(Spencer is starting to sweat and Q smirks at his fear. Chris backs away and turns back to the camera.)

Chris Q: Dom better not think I’m responsible for that. If he does something stupid tonight and tries to get revenge against me for something I didn’t do, he’s going to be making a huge mistake. Like I said, I want him to be one hundred percent at International Incident, but if he comes after me, I’ll whip that ass. That goes for any member of The Murder that thinks I was responsible for that attack. Don’t be stupid, boys.

Spencer Burke: Well tonight you have a different challenge in the form of Kevin Hardaway. This has been a fantasy match for FGA fans for a while now. What do you think of this match tonight and your first meeting against Kevin Hardaway?

Chris Q: I’ve made my views of Kevin Hardaway very clear. I think he’s a gatekeeper. He doesn’t offer anything I haven’t seen before. I don’t think he’s even in the top five in Frontier Grappling Arts and he’s completely out of his league getting inside the ring with me.

Spencer Burke: So you’re expecting another victory?

Chris Q: I’m always expecting victory, moron. I have defeated all the big names in this company and tonight I’m going to add Kevin Hardaway to that list.

Spencer Burke: Thank you for the time, Chris, we look forward to your match toni-

Chris Q: Hold on just a second. I want to send a little message to the executives at Spike TV who saw fit to fine me after our last show.

(Q pauses for a second. An arrogant smirk appears on his face.)

Chris Q: Kiss my ass, bitches.

(The Big Bad winks at the camera and walks out of the shot as Spencer Burke exhales a sigh of relief. The shot fades out.)

[FGA Office]

Johnny Karma vs. Ryan Kidd

[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]

[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: Tonight, representing the hopes and dreams of every one of you who can only hope of being him...weighing in at 233lbs and hailing from Queens, NYC...his sex appeal is stronger than your Pittsburgh steel, he is JOHNNY KARMA.

[Karma saunters towards the centre of the ring]

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...

[Karma pauses, actually counting the members of the front row to see how many females are in attendance]

Johnny Karma: ...ladies.

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

Johnny Karma: Tonight I...oh, jeez, you people are hideous...

[Karma puts his sunglasses back on to protect his eyes]

Johnny Karma: As I was saying, tonight I will put on a flawless display of wrestling to make you "ooh" and "ahh" as you find yourselves amazed that FWA accidentally signed someone who knows what they're doing in the ring, before the Karmic Lion offers an almost-heroic sacrifice to the hungry jaws of the Karmic Crab. And when that happens, you should all remember to applaud.

[Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before jogging on the spot as a last minute warm-up]

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. “Test The Limits“ by The Ghost Inside suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He began hardcore dancing on the floor spinning around like there's no tomorrow before raising his arms up in the air to the delight of the fans.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is “The SoCal Superstar”... RYAN KIDD!

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

Clement: Ryan Kidd will be making his Battleground debut against the former Pride Champion, Johnny Karma. What do you expect from Kidd tonight?

Grayson: Choke like he always does.

The bell sounds as both men go to lock up. But at the last second, Kidd connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection to cheers from the crowd. Kidd then nails Karma with a series of knife-edge chops, sending him stumbling into the corner. Kidd goes over, takes Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Kidd into the opposite corner. Karma runs after him across the ring. But he runs right into the Ricochet to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Clement: Kidd makes the cover. But Karma only gets two. What did you think of Sean Sands' challenge to Kidd

Grayson: Why on Earth is he challenging Ryan Kidd? From what I recall, these two have never even crossed paths before. So what's the issue? And putting his rematch clause up for grabs? Does Kidd get it if he loses, because that makes absolutely zero sense. Nor does Kidd deserve it. And if Kidd doesn't get the shot if he beats Sands, then why on Earth would Kidd even accept the match in the first place? I don't understand it. It makes no sense. Then again, this is Sands we're talking about here. Chris Q and Jimmy Page have pretty much slapped him stupid. Gosh, can't we just trade him away for his much more talented brother Brett?

Kidd picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Kidd bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma stops, grabs Kidd and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor to boos from the crowd. As Kidd gets up on the outside, Karma runs into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But Kidd side steps. After Karma slides to the outside, Kidd runs over and delivers The Breakdown to cheers from the crowd. He then rolls back into the ring as the ref counts out Karma.

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

As Karma slowly gets up on the outside, Kidd runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, he goes for a Fosbury Flop to the outside. But Karma rolls back into the ring, causing Kidd to land on the floor to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Aw, poor Ryan Kidd. He's still doing flippity moves just for the heck of it. And that's what he gets. Now watch as a real wrester, Johnny Karma, dissects him with actual wrestling moves...

As Kidd slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with This is For The Front Row to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Kidd and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Karma makes the cover.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Kidd and delivers a slingshot suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another near fall for Karma. On the first edition of Battleground, we saw Karma attack Dan Herrera from behind and lock on the Karmic Crab. Will we see that same move tonight? Will he be able to lock it on The SoCal Superstar?

Grayson: If he can lock it on Herrera, then he can certainly lock it on Kidd.

Karma picks up Kidd and whips him into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Karma goes for a back elbow to the face. But Kidd ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kidd comes back, Karma throws him down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Kidd gets his shoulder up.

After getting off of Kidd, Karma delivers a stomp to the midsection before heading out onto the apron. He begins to climb the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Karma looks to be heading to the top. Will we see the Kickass Angel?

But the boos turn to cheers as Kidd runs up the turnbuckles, grabs Karma and throws him down with a japanese arm drag off the top. As both grapplers slowly get up, Kidd unleashes a series of forearm strikes to the face. He then takes Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Kidd knocks him down with a discus clothesline to cheers from the crowd. After dragging him into position, Kidd steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off, going for the Leap of Faith to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma gets his knees up, causing Kidd to crash across them to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Didn't that idiot learn the last time he tried a high risk move? But I guess crashing and burning once wasn't enough..

Karma then gets up, goes over, grabs Kidd by the legs and turns him over into the Karmic Crab.

Grayson: There it is!

The crowd boos as Kidd can be heard groaning in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Kidd tries to fight off the pain, but he can't. He begins to repeatedly slap the canvas to boos from the crowd.

“When the Levee Breaks” blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA!

The bell repeatedly sounds as Karma keeps the Karmic Crab locked on. Kidd can be seen grimacing in pain while he continues to tap out.

Clement: Come on, Karma. You won the match. Break the hold!

Grayson: I don't see anything wrong here. Keep the hold applied, Karma. Make him humble!

The bell continues to sound, but Karma won't let go. After the ref threatens to reverse the decision, Karma reluctantly lets go. After Cherry gets in the ring, Karma stands over Kidd and allows Cherry to raise his arm to a blanket of boos.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Willow Swaine & Camellia D. Magma vs. Jimmy Page & Thaddeus Grey

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.

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

Cruz: And his partner, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is the reigning Pride Champion... JIMMY PAGE!

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

“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. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: And their opponents... introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at 145 pounds... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

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.

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

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

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

Cruz: And her partner, 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: We've got an interesting tag team match here. International Incident opponents will collide as Willow Swaine & Camellia D. Magna take on Jimmy Page and Thaddeus Grey. How do you see these two "teams" stacking up?

Grayson: These four grapplers are singles stars by trade. But I can definitely see Willow and Cami being on the same page. Speaking of which, it didn't even seem like Page was even thrilled to have Grey as his partner. While I think that Page and Grey are the more talented side, they both have to be on the same page if they want to win this one.

The bell sounds as Willow and Grey start things off. They go to lock up. But Grey cheap shots her with a kick to the midsection, resulting in boos from the crowd. He then takes Willow and whips her into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Grey goes for a clothesline. But Willow ducks and runs into the ropes. When Willow comes back, she knocks Grey down with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

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After picking him back up, Willow places him in a side headlock. After three forearms to the midsection, Grey shoves Willow off of him and into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Willow knocks him down with a running shoulderblock to cheers from the crowd. She then runs into the ropes. When Willow comes back, Grey turns over onto his stomach. Willow then hops over him before running into the ropes. Just then, Jimmy Page knees her in the back to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What the heck was that?

Grayson: Looked like a knee to the back to me by Page.

When Willow turns around to take a swipe at him, Page ducks. Grey then quickly comes up from behind and rolls up Willow with a schoolboy...

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Willow kicks out.

Clement: Grey almost snuck away with a victory there.

As both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Grey runs over, grabs Willow by the hair and throws her down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as Grey circles Willow before delivering a stomp to the left arm, followed by a stomp to the left leg. He then follows up with a stomp to the right leg, followed by a stomp to the right arm. Grey sizes her up before delivering a jumping stomp to the face to cheers from the crowd. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Willow kicks out.

Grayson: I don't know about you, but Willow looks pretty stoppable to me now. And if you think this is something, just wait until Jimmy Page gets in there.

Grey picks up Willow, brings her into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He tags in Jimmy Page to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And here we go...

Page gets in and delivers a forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. He then delivers another forearm strike, followed by an elbow strike. Page then unleashes a flurry of right hands that sends Willow slumping down in the corner. He then chokes her with his foot while pulling down on the top rope for leverage. The ref give shim until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Page lets go, only to deliver a series of stomp to the chest. He then runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash to boos from the crowd. He then drags Willow from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up.

Page then presses her arm back down and makes the cover.

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Willow gets her shoulder up again.

Page then gets up, stands over Willow, reaches down, grabs her by the hair with both hands and pulls her up to her feet. He proceeds to nail her with a series of knees to the midsection. He then takes Willow and whips her into the ropes. Cami reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Willow comes back, she slides through Page's legs. When Page turns around, Cami brings him down with a springboard flying bulldog to cheers from the crowd. She turns Page over and makes the cover.

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Grey dives over and knocks Cami off of Grey to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Tiemly save there by Grey. cami may have gotten the three count on Page.

Grayson: Please. Cami couldn't put away Page before when they met one on one. I highly doubt she would have put him away there.

As Grey heads to the outside, Cami runs over to attack him. But Grey hops down off the apron. As Cami argues with Grey, Page comes from behind and knocks her down with a clothesline. He puts the boots to Cami to boos from the crowd. Page then reaches down, picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Page goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Cami counters with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Page gets up, but Cami jumps up and takes him down with another headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. As Page gets up, Cami grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she connects with a front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Page stumbles back before falling through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Page is sent to the outside. It looks like Cami wants to take it to the air.

Grayson: Oh no...

While Page is down on the floor, Cami points to the outside to cheers from the crowd. Cami then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Grey cuts her off with a falling clothesline to boos from the crowd. Grey gets back up and stomps away at her to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Willow gets back in, turns Grey around and hammers away with a series of right hands to the face. As Grey stumbles back, Willow runs into the ropes. When Willow comes back, she delivers a clothesline, sending both her and Grey over the top rope and to the floor.

Clement: Willow and Grey with the hard tumble to the outside. And here comes Page, slithering back into the ring from behind...

As Cami slowly gets up on one knee, Page rolls into the ring. Once he sees Cami is in perfect position, he runs over and goes for the Trauma Symphony. But Cami ducks. When Page turns around, Cami gets up and connects with a kick to the midsection. She then nails Page with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Cami approaches him from behind, Page reaches back and kicks her in the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then scoops up Cami and throws her down across the top rope with a snake eyes. Once Cami falls to the canvas, Page makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Page picks up Cami, scoops her up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He then heads into the ropes. When Page comes back, he goes for a jumping knee drop. But Cami rolls out of the way, causing Page's knee to connect with nothing but the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Page misses the knee drop. This is Cami's chance to get back into this match.

Grayson: But who is she going to tag out to? Willow is still out on the outside.

As Page slowly gets back up, Cami delivers several shoot kicks to the leg to cheers from the crowd. She then runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she connects with a front dropkick to Page's knee, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Cami then goes over, grabs Page's leg and deliver a figure four pin.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

As Cami picks up Page, Page grabs her around the waist, runs forward and rams her back-first into the corner. While Page holds Cami in the corner, Grey tags himself in. The crowd boos as Grey gets in and nails Cami with a series of right hands to the face. Page then lets go and steps out onto the apron. Grey then lunges forward, choking Cami with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Grey reluctantly lets go. He then brings Cami from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Grey goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Cami flips over his knee and counters with a schoolboy to cheers from the crowd.

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Grey kicks out.

Clement: A near three count there from Cami...

After both grapplers scramble to get up to their feet, Cami kicks him in the midsection and then plants him with a DDT to cheers from the crowd. Cami then slowly turns over and begins to crawl over towards her corner.

Clement: Cami doesn't have much left. She's got to use whatever enegy she's got left to make the tag.

Willow reaches her arm out as Cami claws her way over towards their corner. Meanwhile, Grey is seen crawling over towards his corner.

Clement: Both of these grapplers are slowly inching over towards their corner. Who will be the first to make the tag?

The crowd boos as Grey tags in Page. But the boos tun back to cheers when Willow gets tagged in.

Clement: Here we go!

Both grapplers run towards each other. Willow then reaches out and takes Page down with a spinning facebuster to cheers from the crowd. Willow picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Willow kicks him in the midsection, scoops him up across her back and then delivers Fight The War to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Grey breaks up the pin to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cami runs over and delivers a double leg takedown to cheers from the crowd. She mounts herself on top of Grey and hammers away with right hands to the face.

Clement: Look at Cami going to town on Grey! She's been waiting months for this!

But Grey rolls over on top of Cami and punches her to boos from the crowd. The two continue to roll underneath the bottom rope and out to the floor.

Back in the ring, Willow takes Page and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner and connects with a hard forearm strike to the face.

Clement: Willow has the Pride Champion rocked! Is this a preview of what's to come at International Incident?

Willow climbs up onto the middle rope and raises her fist in the air. The crowd cheers. Willow then lunges down, punching Page as the crowd counts along.

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

Page reaches up, grabs Willow, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb to boos from the crowd. After Willow drops to her knees, Page runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he blasts her in the face with the Trauma Symphony. The crowd boos as Page picks up Willow and plants her with Nirvana. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here are your winner, JIMMY PAGE and THADDEUS GREY!

Page snatches his Pride Championship from the referee. He then kneels down next to Willow and holds the Pride Championship next to her head to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Willow had this match in the palm of her hand. But just like that, Page snatches it away. One moment, she's raining down punches. The next, she's getting driven head-first into the mat. If she thinks that's something, just wait until International Incident. Just wait until Page gets her in the ring alone. No referee and no Pride Rules will be able to save her from hat Page has in store at the iPay Per View...

[FGA Office]

(Cut backstage to show Matt Summers sitting in the hallway with a towel over his head. The signs of a hard fought match show in the sweat puddled at his feet. People walk back and forth in front of him, a few stopping by to put a hand on his shoulder and share words of encouragement until in to the frame walks Chaz Holiday. He puts a hand on his shoulder.)

Chaz: Hey, pick that chin up of yours. Don’t beat yourself up over a loss like that. You did incredible.

Matt: Thanks, Chaz. Glad you liked it. I know the fans did. And that’s all that matters in the end. Right? I mean... after everything is said and done, when Joshua Black is sitting in his car, he’ll think back to his match tonight and yeah he may have gotten the best of me but he’ll also know that Matt Summers was no slouch.

Chaz: After your showing tonight, no one’s going to think that. Listen.. I’ve been around for a while, now. I got into wrestling back in 2009. I’m not going to bore you with everything I’ve done but I’ve been blessed enough to achieve my fair share. And while I feel like I have nothing left to prove, as far as accolades go, I feel like I have to prove it to myself that, after a year out of the ring due to injury, I can still go. This is in my blood. I have so much going on, on the side that I could easily step away from wrestling and not worry about money or worry about staying busy. But I love wrestling. And that’s why I’m trying to make 2014 an unforgettable year back in wrestling for me. That includes competing here in the FGA. Now, I could be cliche and call out guys like Dom Harter or Chris Q or any number of guys that have established themselves here. But I’m not a cliche guy. And I was so impressed with your showing tonight, regardless of the outcome, and I see so much talent and potential in you. As I’ve told you before, I want you to be my first match with the FGA.

[Matt stands up]

Matt: Well thanks again, Chaz. You’re on. And like I told _you_ on Twitter, me and you can set this entire company on fire with one single match. So let’s go out there in two weeks and prove to everyone that FGA is where it’s at for hard-hitting action. Let’s make your in-ring return one they’ll write about for years to come.

(Matt extends his hand to Chaz. Chaz smiles and gladly accepts it and the camera cuts away.)