Battleground 1.2

[FGA Office]

The Murder vs. Sean Sands & The Shoot Kings

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus as Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler burst through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Harter stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off their opponents as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Pooler stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 643 pounds! They are the team of Malcolm Drake, Dom Harter and Bob Pooler... THE MURDER!

Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for the match to begin. Drake slides onto the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd.

Grayson: The Murder are a force in wrestling that should never be crossed. You saw what they did at FRONTIER vs FGA 2. You saw what they did inside of Steel cage Mayhem. What on earth makes the three stooges think they have a chance in hell of beating The Murder?

Clement: Because maybe for once, The Murder won't be jumping anyone from behind...

Grayson: Oh give it a rest. Whether it's backstage, in a parking lot or inside of a ring, The Murder always has the advantage. It's about time you and everyone else just admitted the truth.

The lights dim throughout the arena, with only a pair of voices heard through the PA from behind the curtain.

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

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

"Sorry, sorry..."

The lights briefly cut to complete black.

"SHOOT'S ON!"

After the Shoot Kings' yell, the sirens are drowned out by the opening guitar riffs of Alexisonfire's "Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins". Stepping through the entryway first are both Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson. Both stop shortly after exiting the entryway, looking out towards the ring. They face each other, but are looking out towards the ring. They both make motions of a handgun with the hand closest to the ring.

Cruz: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 396 pounds! They are the team of Madman Szalinski and Graham Clauson.... THE SHOOT KINGS!

Clement: The Shoot Kings are tired of being screwed over. They're tired of playing by the rules and getting nothing in return. Tonight, they fight back and thye fight back dirty.

Grayson: Oh please. The Shoot Kings are all talk. They've always been talk and they always will be talk. But if The Murder have their way, we won't have to see The Shoot Kings ever again.

As the opening beat of "Rise" by Skillet hits, the crowd begins to cheer as they await for the very liked face that is Sean Sands. The black curtains are opened and most of the fans can see a man standing behind them. Sean Sands, with his regular in-ring attire, steps out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling. He does not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making his way down the ramp. He high fives a few fans along the way and eventually pulls off his t-shirt and either tosses it into the crowd, or hands it to someone in the front row.

Cruz: And their partner, from Cincinnati, Ohio! Weighing in at 220 pounds... SEAN SANDS!

The bell sounds as Sands and the Shoot Kings slide into the ring to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers quickly turn to boos as The Murder rushes over and puts the boots to them to boos from the crowd.

Clement: These two sides aren't wasting any time as all hell as broken loose.

Harter picks up Graham and whips him into the corner. He then runs over and connects with a yakuza kick to boos from the crowd, knocking Graham down. Meanwhile, Drake places Sands in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending him stumbling into the corner. Pooler then takes Madman and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Madman blocks the move, elbows Pooler and slams his head into the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. After bringing Pooler away from the corner, Madman runs towards the ropes and tosses Pooler through the ropes and to the floor. When Madman turns around, Harter runs across the ring at him. But Madman ducks and dumps him over the top and to the floor with a fireman's carry, taking out Pooler in the process. The crowd cheers. Drake runs over towards Madman. But Madman knocks him down with a running bionic elbow to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Madman Szalinski has just taken down all three members of The Murder! But he's not done yet!

As Pooler and Harter slowly get up on the outside, Madman steps back towards the center of the ring. He then runs across the ring and runs up to the top turnbuckle. He then flips off, going for the X-Buster. But Harter and Pooler move out of the way, causing Madman to land awkwardly on the floor to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Good God! Madman just crashed to the floor! He's already got a broken wrist and hand. Who knows what damage may have been done after that hard fall to the floor. We've got to get some help out here for him.

Grayson: No we don't...

While Madman can be seen on the floor, Graham runs into the ropes. When Graham comes back, he knocks both Harter and Pooler down with the Sasuke Special II to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Harter and Pooler may have avoided the X-Buster. But they didn't avoid that dive by Graham...

Graham immediately goes over to check on Madman, who is still screaming in pain. Graham can be seen turning to the aisle and throwing up an X sign with his arms. He turns back to console his tag team partner. But Drake blindsides him with a yakuza kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Come on, Drake! The man's attending to an injured partner.

Grayson: What do you want, a time out? This is wrestling. People get hurt. Get over it!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Clement: And we're back. During the break, Madman Szalinski was carried out to the back while The Murder have taken turns working over Graham Clauson. Pooler now sends him into the ropes...

When Graham comes back, Pooler goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Graham counters with a leg scissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Graham knocks him back down to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Graham knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As both men get back up, Graham kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up across his shoulders and delivers The Curse of Robert Downey, Jr to cheers from the crowd. After rolling forward, Graham gets to his feet, dives over and tags in Sean Sands to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Sands is finally in!

Sands springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying body splash to cheers from the crowd. But instead of staying on top of Pooler, Sands gets off of him, runs across the ring and connects with a Sands Kick to Harter, knocking him off the apron and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What the hell is he doing?

Sands rolls to the outside and immediately pounces on Harter, nailing him with rights and lefts.

Clement: Sands has had enough of Dom Harter's mouth and he's letting him have it right here, right now!

But the cheers turn to boos as Drake delivers a rakes to the eyes from behind. He then takes Sands and whips him hard into the ring post. The crowd boos as Sands' head smacks off the post before falling to the floor. Both Drake and Harter then go over and put the boots to Sands, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Good! This is what that idiot gets! Instead of making the cover on Pooler, he goes after Dom, who isn't even the legal man!

The duo then pick up Sands and roll him back into the ring, where he's greeted with a series of stomps from Pooler. Pooler then chokes him with his foot while pulling down on the top rope. The crowd boos as Sands can be seen cringing in pain while kicking his legs. The ref gives Pooler until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Pooler breaks the hold and tags in Harter.

Clement: The Murder has once again used their numbers to their advantage.

Grayson: What do you want them to do? Just stand there and let Sands hit them? They went after him and now, he's getting what he deserves.

The crowd boos as Harter gets in. He reaches down, picks up Sands and shoves him into the corner. After slapping Sands across the face, He delivers a kick to the midsection. After another slap across the face, Harter begins to mouth off at Sands. He then slaps Sands across the face again to boos from the crowd. Harter goes for another slap, but Sands blocks it and counters with a right hand, sending Harter stumbling back. Sands then turns around and clocks Pooler with a right hand, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. He then goes to sock Drake, but Drake quickly hops down to the floor. Before Sands can even turn around, Harter nails him with a kidney punch to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Stupid decisions all night by Sands. From wasting his time challenging Ryan Kidd of all people... to attacking people that aren't even the legal man... to having the audacity to turn his back on Dom Harter. Boy, he must want to get beat up tonight, huh?

After turning Sands around, Harter pummels him down in the corner with a series of right hands. He then chokes Sands with his foot while pulling down on the top rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Harter reluctantly lets go. He then nails Sands with a knee strike to the face before dragging him out of the corner and making the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Harter throws out a lariat. But Sands ducks, and counters with a floatover swinging neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Harter kicks out.

Clement: Sands gets a nearfall. But can he make the tag over to Graham Clauson?

Sands then quickly mounts himself on top of Harter and hammers away with rights and lefts to cheers from the crowd. Harter tries to cover up, but the punches still connect. Sands then gets off of Harter... only to stomp away at him to cheers from the crowd. He reaches down, picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Harter hangs onto the ropes. So Sands rushes over to attack him. Harter then ducks the oncoming attack and dumps Sands over the top rope with a fireman's carry. But Sands lands safely on the apron. When Harter turns around, Sands nails him with a shoulder thrust to cheers from the crowd, doubling him over. Sands then delivers a sunset flip for the cover.

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Drake runs over and kicks Sands in the face, breaking the pin to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And there goes Drake, flying in to save Harter's bacon.

Grayson: Yeah, what a dastardly thing to do. He should have just stayed there and let Sands pin Harter. I don't know whose a bigger idiot tonight, you or Sean Sands.

As Drake heads out onto the apron, Harter picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Harter throws him down with a sitout spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He then gets up, heads into the corner and tags in Pooler. The crowd boos as Pooler connects with a slingshot senton. He reaches back and hooks the leg.

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Sands gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Pooler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Sands kicks him square in the face. As Pooler stands up, Sands leaps up and plants him with Face Meets Mat.

Clement: Leaping DDT! He just planted Pooler with that jumping DDT!

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Harter grabs Sands, turns and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor to boos from the crowd. He then runs over and knocks Graham off the apron and to the floor with a yakuza kick.

Clement: Oh come on ref!

Clement: "Oh come on" what? Sands goes after Harter and you're practically over here cheerleading. But when Harter does it to Graham, you're screaming at the top of your lungs.

Pooler gets up and tags in Drake. The crowd boos as Drake hops down from off the apron and attacks Sands with clubbing shots to the back and neck. He then sets up Sands for a piledriver on the outside to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Sands counters with a back body drop. But the cheers turn right back to boos as Harter swings around the ring post and knocks him down with a lariat. He then picks up Sands and rolls him back into the ring. Drake slowly rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Sands gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Drake sits up Sands and places him in a side headlock. The ref asks Sands if he wants to give up. But Sands doesn't answer. So the ref raises his arm... only for it to fall. The ref raises Sands' arm again... and it falls back down. The ref raises Sands' arm a third time. The arm begins to fall... but it shoots back up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: Drake can't't believe it, either. But Sands isn't about to give up!

Drake looks around in disbelief as Sands begins to feed off the energy of the crowd. He slowly turns over onto his knees before getting up to his feet. He then delivers three elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. Before Sands can run away, Drake latches onto Sands from behind. He then goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Sands ducks. When Drake turns around, Sands kicks him in the midsection before delivering a Fame Asser to cheers from the crowd. He turns Drake over and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Sands picks up Drake and goes for an irish whip. But Drake reverses, sending Sands into the ropes. When Sands comes back, he knocks him down with a diving forearm smash. Sands then lays on his back... only to kip up to cheers from the crowd. But as soon as Sands turns around, he turns into a High Velocity Hug from Pooler to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Good! That's what he gets for showing off!

As Pooler heads back out onto the apron, Sands is still curled up in pain. Meanwhile, Drake slowly pushes himself up off the mat. He tries to desperately shake out the cobwebs. As he looks over, he sees both Harter and Pooler with their arms held out. Meanwhile, across the ring, Graham can be seen repeatedly slapping the top turnbuckle to try and will Sands over.

Clement: Graham has got this crowd solidly behind him and Sands. He's trying to will Sands over towards his corner?

Grayson: Will him over? Like what, using the Force? If Graham concentrates hard enough, he can pull Sands across the ring? You're killing me tonight, Kev. You've been hanging out with the Shoot Kings, haven't you? You've been digging through their stash, I can smell it...

Clement: Oh stop...

Drake begins to crawl towards his corner while Sands slowly rolls over across the ring. Drake then reaches up and tags in Harter to boos from the crowd. Harter gets in and storms across the ring. He tries to grab Sands' ankle. But Sands dives over and tags in Graham to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Oh here we go!

Graham slingshots himself into the ring and delivers a thrust kick to Harter in mid air. He picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Graham takes him down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. When he turns around, Pooler goes for a running clothesline. But Graham ducks, sending Pooler into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Graham delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Graham has come in like a house of fire!

But the cheers quickly turn to boos as Drake knocks him down with a yakuza kick to the back of the head.

Grayson: And down goes Graahm!

Drake picks up Graham and whips him into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Drake throws out a lariat. But Graham ducks. When Drake turns around, Graham knocks him down with a savate kick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: I think I just saw Drake's teeth fly into the fifth row after that kick to the face.

When Graham turns around, Pooler goes for Check Your Chiclets. But Graham catches his foot to cheers from the crowd. He then spins Pooler around. When Pooler comes back, Graham knees him in the midsection before taking him down with the Lightning Spiral to cheers from the crowd. Graham then goes over, grabs Harter and sets him up for the Ludovico Technique to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter shoves Graham off of him and into the ropes. When Graham comes back, Harter throws him down with a powerslam. He then picks up Graham lifts him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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“Superunknown” blares throughout the arena to a blanket of boos.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE MURDER!

Harter, Drake and Pooler stand tall to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Graham Clauson and Sean Sands had The Murder on their heels. But once again, the Murder were able to sneak away with a victory

Grayson: What match were you watching? They damn near stomped those two into the ground. They had a nice comeback, I'll give them that. But they crossed Te Murder and they paid the hard way!

[FGA Office]

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

[FGA Office]

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

A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before asking for the microphone from Manny Cruz, as he hands it to him right away. Looks like Hardaway has something to say before the main event.

Kevin Hardaway: Two weeks ago, I had a talk with one Mr. Chris Bond. You see, Bond is a good friend of mine. He's been one of the few who has shown me the ropes around here ever since I rejoined the FGA roster last year. Now, two weeks ago...Bond decided to come out here and...publicly announce his retirement from professional wrestling.

A bunch of boos ring out from the audience watching live, as Hardaway just smirks and nods his head. He's listening.

Kevin Hardaway: I feel you. I feel you guys, trust me. Which is why I came out and told him that if he wanted to retire, then to go ahead. But he's not going to go down without at least facing me. I offered him the chance and you know what his answer was?

"I'll think about it!"

Well guess what? You've thought about it. Now, I want an answer. And I told the entire world that if I would have to drag you out kicking and screaming, then fine by me. I just a simple answer. So I'm right here, Bondo. What's it gonna be?

[He stands there, staring out patiently across the crowd. They cheer him on, chanting "One More Match!" And almost, as if on cue, Chris Bond walks out. No music, and wearing street clothes. He is still sporting his red lion "#FGAProud" tee. As he makes his way to the ring, he keeps looking around. His face is somber, barely showing any signs of joy. He slides into the ring and Hardaway offers a hand, helping him up. The veteran accepts, and the two make their way to the center of the ring. The two exchange a few words before Hardaway replaces the microphone to his lips.]

Kevin Hardaway: "Chris, it has been more than a couple of days. I'd like your answer. Will you or won't you accept my challenge?"

[Bondo just runs his hand across his face, and lowers his head, looking up slightly at the very first PRIDE Champion. Chris reaches out, asking for his mic. Hardaway hands it over no problem.]

Chris Bond: "You know Kevin, I've spent the better part of two weeks trying to find one reason not to accept your challenge. I mean I really raked my brain and do you know what I thought of?"

[Hardaway shakes his head "no".]

Chris Bond: "I found many, many reasons not to."

[The crowd let's out a massive boo. Their dismay can be seen on Kevin Hardaway's face. The two exchange a few inaudible words before Bond puts his hand up defensively.]

Chris Bond: "Now wait a second. I found those reasons to be nothing more than excuses, all of them. I realized that it may not be next week, or even next month... but maybe a year or two from now I will regret not leaving on my terms. To think that my final contest was against Dom Harter, who literally had to beat the ever loving piss out of me to put me down. While I find pride in that fact, I would be nothing short of honored as having you as my final opponent, Kevin."

[Hardaway is caught off guard, his face blossoming into a massive grin. The crowd explodes into a massive chorus of cheers. Bond grins as well, extending his hand.]

Chris Bond: "I accept your challenge."

[Hardaway smirks again, reaching out and accepting Bond's hand shake. "You Know My Name" begins to play over the announce system, as Bond and Hardaway celebrate, raising each other's arms in a show of respect. The fans are on their feet, cheering and chanting "Thank you Bondo!"]

Clement: What a match this is going to be! Chris Bond will take on Kevin Hardaway in his reti--

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" begins blasting through the speakers. From the top of the entrance way, Chris Q emerges to an extremely negative reaction. Embracing the negativity from the audience, Chris Q makes his way to the ring while getting into the faces of a few fans.

Grayson: Well, well, well. It looks like someone is crashing this Chris Bond Pity Party with a party of his own. Tell that drunken, washed up bum to get out of the champ's ring. It's go time. It's main event time. And it's time for Kevin Hardaway to add his name to the list of people that got dropped on their head by the Big Bad of FGA!

When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down. He raises his FGA Heavyweight Championship belt to boos from the crowd. He then hands it over to the ref, who then hands it over to the time keeper. Q then glances over at Bond before giving him the signal to take a hike. Bond snarls as he shakes his head at Bond. The Battle Hardened veteran then reluctantly leaves the ringside area...

Clement: What a blatant act of disrespect by Chris Q. I know he doesn't like Chris Bond. But have some respect. Have some decency for once!

Grayson: Chris Q doesn't need any of that. All he needs is his FGA Heavyweight Championship!

Clement: We're about to send it to a commercial break. But when we come back, it's Kevin Hardaway and Chris Q in the main event....

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Chris Q vs. Kevin Hardaway

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Q moves Hardaway towards the corner. After pressing Hardaway against the corner, the ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men slowly make a clean break. While Hardaway still has his arms in the air, Q takes advantage by delivering a shove to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And here's some more disrespect from Chris Q.

Grayson: Kevin Hardaway has done nothing to deserve Chris' respect.

As Q steps back, Hardaway comes from out of the corner and shoves him down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What?

Clement: How about that for a shove?

As Q rolls up onto his knees, Hardaway comes from out of the corner and blasts Q with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then brings Q back to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Hardaway throws out a high roundhouse kick to the head. But Q ducks and runs into the ropes. When Q comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg...

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Chris Q kicks out.

After picking Q back up, Hardaway grabs him by the arm and tries to repeatedly yank the arm from out of its socket. The crowd cheers as the champion drops to one knee in pain. The ref asks Q if he wants to give up. Q responds by telling the ref to “fuck off.”

Clement: Dammit Chris, watch the language. The camera's heard that!

After Q slowly gets back up to his feet, Hardaway delivers an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. He delivers another arm wringer. But this time, Q reaches over and rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd, breaking the hold. After a kick to the midsection, Q takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Q knocks him down with a running shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Hardaway gets back up. When Q comes back, Hardaway leap frogs over him. Q continues to run into the ropes. When Q comes back, Hardaway goes for a hip toss. But Q steps through it and then knocks Hardaway down with a stiff clothesline.

Grayson: Did you heard that clothesline? I'd be surprised if he didn't knock the wind out of K-Soft.

The crowd boos as he drops down and makes the cover.

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Hardaway kicks out.

Q picks up Hardaway and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Q approaches, Hardaway throws out a kick to the midsection. But Q reaches down, catches Hardaway's foot and drags him away from the ropes to boos from the crowd. After spinning Hardaway around, Q goes for another clothesline. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Q knocks him down with a cross body block of his own to boos from the crowd...

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Hardaway kicks out.

Q picks up Hardaway, brings him into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Hardaway puts his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. He then elbows Q, grabs him by the head and slams it into the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Hardaway turns Q around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Q and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring, going for a running corner Shining Wizard. But Q ducks and dumps Hardaway over the top rope with a fireman's carry takeover.

Clement: Chris Q sends Hardaway to the outside...

But Hardaway only lands on the apron. As Q walks away from the corner, Hardaway pulls himself back up using the ropes. When Q turns around, Hardaway knocks him down with a springboard clothesline to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Kevin Hardaway may be unimpressive to Chris Q. But Chris Q is in control of the champion right now.

Grayson: Yeah. Key words being right now. But the Big Bad can quickly retake control at the drop of a hat.

Hardaway picks up Q and goes for a vertical suplex. But Q blocks, lifts up Hardaway, walks over and throws him down with a front suplex across the top rope to boos from the crowd. As Hardaway dangles across the top rope, Q runs back over and connects with a high knee lift. He knocks Hardaway off the top rope, sending him tumbling to the floor to boos from the crowd. Q then drops and rolls to the outside.

Clement: K-Hard takes a hard tumble to the outside. He may be hurt...

Q goes over, picks up Hardaway and whips him hard into the barricade. After Hardaway's back connects with the barricade, he tumbles to the floor. Q makes his way over towards Hardaway while Hardaway arches his back in pain, Q proceeds to put the boots to him as the crowd boos. He then picks up Hardaway before slamming his head against the top turnbuckle. He then rolls Hardaway back into the ring. After Q rolls himself back in, he heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and then delivers a diving elbow drop to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chris Q has retaken control of this match. But you have to wonder if he's relaxed. You have to wonder if he's at ease knowing that Dom Harter is still in the arena.

Grayson: For the last time, it wasn't him. If Chris Q said he didn't attack Harter, then he didn't do it.

Clement: Right, because he never cracked a bottle of whiskey over Chris Bond's head before.

Grayson: ...

Q picks up Hardaway, only to hurl him into the corner. Q heads over and unleashes a series of combinations to the midsection. As Hardaway begins to cover up, Q switches to a series of clubbing forearms to the head. He then takes Hardaway and whips him into the opposite corner. Q charges across the ring and goes for a running clothesline. But he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Q stumbles back, Hardaway runs from out of the corner. But Q throws him down with a powerslam to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Hardaway thought he had Chris Q reeling. But the Big Bad quickly brought him back to reality with that snap powerslam!

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Hardaway and whips him back into the corner. He then runs over and connects with a clothesline, knocking down Hardaway to boos from the crowd. He then drags Hardaway from out of the corner before making the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Again, Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: I don't know what he's trying to prove. He's not in Chris Q's league. Just stay down and save yourself the punishment. If Hardaway doesn't stay down, Chris Bond may not be the only one retiring at International Incident.

Q picks up Hardaway and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection, doubling him over. He then knocks him down with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. After slowly picking Hardaway back up, Q sets him up for a piledriver.

Grayson: This is it right here, Kev. Once he drops Hardaway on his head, it's all but over.

But Hardaway counters with a standing double leg takedown. The crowd cheers as Hardaway quickly hooks his arms around Q's legs and leans back, catapulting him into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Q stumbles back, Hardaway connects with a rolling koppu kick to the back of the head, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Hardaway connects with the rolling kick! He makes the cover...

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Hardaway picks up Q and goes for an irish whip. But Q reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he knocks Q down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway picks up Q, snapmares him over and then runs into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he goes for the Bakatare Sliding Kick. But Q rolls out of the way. After both men scramble to get to their feet, Q rushes over and turns Hardaway inside out with a running forearm smash to boos from the crowd. Q makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Q just clobbered Hardaway with that running forearm smash. But again, Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Hardaway, places him in a side headlock and goes for a bulldog. But Hardaway shoves Q off of him and into the ropes. When Q comes back, Hardaway connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He then connects with a European Uppercut, dazing Q. Hardaway then connects with a spinning back fist, knocking Q down to cheers from the crowd. He then steps through the ropes before climbing the turnbuckles. Once Hardaway reaches the top, he yells out “Hope is Not Lost!” to cheers from the crowd. He then leaps off, going for Hope is Not Lost. But Q rolls out of the way, causing Hardaway to connect with nothing but the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And nobody's home as Hardaway connects with nothing but canvas.

Grayson: Hey Kev. How smart is it to yell out the name of your move right before you're about to do said move? How does that make sense? You're basically telling Chris Q "Hey Chris, I'm about to hit this frog splash off the top. You might want to roll out of the way!"

While Hardaway is down, Q gets up to his feet. After looking over his shoulder, he heads into the corner, climbs the turnbuckles, flips off and connects with a moonsault to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Q connects with the moonsault! This could be it...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Chris Q can't believe it.

Q picks up Hardaway and goes for a vertical suplex. But Hardaway slips down from behind, turns Q around and clocks him with a roundhouse kick to the head, dropping him down to one knee. He then picks Q back up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and connects with a corner Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. After he hops down, Hardaway grabs Q and goes for a running bulldog out of the corner. But Q shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Q throws him down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Hardaway, lifts him up across his shoulder, turns towards the hard camera and plants him with The Compactor...

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“The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun” blares throughout the arena to a blanket of boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS Q!

The ref goes over and raises Chris Q's arm to a chorus of boos.

Clement: Chris Q gets the victory over Kevin Hardaway. But it was not easy.

Grayson: yeah, Hardaway put up a fight. I admit I underestimated him. But at the end of the day, the Big Bad proves once again why he is the THREE-TIME FGA Heavyweight Champion. And... what's up the music?

The music dies down, however, instead being replaced by ‘Man In The Box’ by Alice In Chains as Malcolm Drake appears at the top of the aisle. The fans in attendance boo; in the ring, Chris Q makes his way towards the ropes, leaning over them as he glares up the aisle at Drake.

Clement: What on Earth is Malcolm Drake doing out here?

Grayson: He must have some business with the FGA Champion.

Drake casts sideways glances as he makes his way down the aisle, screaming at the nearby fans who try to touch or even get near him. All the while, Chris Q is glaring at the head crow. The fans boo even louder as, like the Red Sea, they part to allow Dom Harter and Bob Pooler to run through them and jump the barricade.

Clement: It was just a distraction!

The FGA Champion turns around in time to see the crows coming; a forearm catches Pooler flush in the face, knocking the tag champ down. Harter, moving slower than his stable mate, gets caught with a series of hard rights, rocking him where he stands! A right hook knocks down Harter as Pooler gets back up. He manages to land a blow to the back of the champion, staggering him slightly. Pooler runs against the ropes, coming back with a clothesline – but it’s ducked and countered with a neckbreaker! Harter stands back up at the same time as Q; the pair of them trade punches. Harter. Q. Harter. Q. Harter. Q. Harte–no, Q blocks and grabs Harter by the back of the head, pulling him in close for a series of stiff punches to the forehead.

Grayson: Chris Q looking to re-open that wound, which he denies putting there, but Harter is now bleeding profusely!

Clement: Twice on two successive shows now.

Harter staggers back, the blood flowing down his face as Chris Q runs against the far ropes for some momentum – only to get tripped by Drake! The champion stumbles forward – HIGH VELOCITY HUG! Pooler with the devastating spear, knocking Q down and suddenly the crows swarm; Pooler and Harter are on Q in seconds, punching and kicking to keep him down. Q tries to fight back, but the numbers are beginning to overwhelm him.

By now, Drake has grabbed the FGA Championship from the timekeeper’s table and climbed the steel ring steps. He orders the crows to lift Q to his feet, which they do. They each hold one arm as Drake takes the title belt in his hands – but Q breaks free! He pushes Harter and Pooler away, charging at Drake. But Malcolm dodges the attack. Q spins around–DRAKE SMASHES THE TITLE BELT INTO CHRIS Q’S FACE! Highly reminiscent of that night in Ocean City last year as Q falls flat on his back.

Clement: He’s seeing stars, Evan.

Now it’s Harter’s turn as he assumes a mounted position across Q’s chest, raining down punches as he shouts obscenities, spitting a fair amount of blood that has now covered his face. Beneath the crimson mask his face is that of rage personified; Drake looks on with a sick sneer on his face as Harter stands back up, dragging Q with him. A swift knee to the midsection and Chris Q is doubled over before Dom positions him for the Goodnight To The World. Harter poses with the champion across his shoulder, shouting out to the fans that this is what he’ll do again at International Incident, before driving Chris Q head first into the mat!

‘Man In The Box’ begins playing again as The Murder inspect their handiwork; the FGA Champion is out cold in the center of the ring as the three of them vacate the squared circle, heading backstage in unison to a chorus of boos from the fans here in Pittsburgh.