Battleground 1.3 (2.1.14)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
Annie Zellor vs. Mike Keaton

Zellor was able to keep Keaton off balance with her high flying style. Headscissors takedowns, springboard dropkicks and a wheelbarrow facebuster kept Keaton grounded. After a Lui Kang Kick, Zellor delivered the Rough 'n' Tumble to put the match away.

[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! We are on the last stop to International Incident! FGA's first-ever iPPV, as well as FGA's first show overseas, is just three weeks away. Things are shaping up nicely, Evan. And word has it that even more matches will be added tonight.

Evan Grayson: I've even heard that another championship match could be made for that event tonight. But you're right, things are definitely picking up. On the premier episode of Battleground, Dom Harter was found bloodied, face down and with a broken bottle of whiskey next to him. Everyone seems to think that Chris Q was the culprit...

Clement: That's because he was the culprit!

Grayson: You say that. But if Chris Q says he didn't do it, then he didn't do it!

Clement: Well that explanation didn't fly with The Murder as they beat down The Big Bad of FGA after his match with Kevin Hardaway.

Grayson: Well they won't be able to get their hands on Chris Q tonight. I have it on good authority that Chris Q has taken the night off.

Clement: The night off?

Grayson: Yes, the night off. Chris Q doesn't want to get arrested while getting revenge on The Murder. He's got an FGA Heavyweight Championship to defend.

Clement: That he does. But Chris Q wasn't the only one attacked by The Murder recently.

Grayson: He wasn't?

Clement: No. Word from the back is that earlier this afternoon, The Usual Suspects were once again jumped by all three members of The Murder. We still don't know the extent of the injuries that were sustained. But The Usual Suspects have forfeited their match tonight against The Murder.

Grayson: Injuries? Please. I bet the only thing bad that happened to them was a scraped knee. But if I were them, I'd fake any type of injury of getting out of fighting The Murder.

Clement: The Usual Suspects faked nothing. And you want to know what else? The Super Mario Wrestling Bros won't be faking anything, either. In fact, one half of the SMWB - Max Powers - has called out Malcolm Drake.

Grayson: Is he insane? Did he get his mushrooms mixed up? This guy must have a death wish. Who does he think he is calling out The Head Crow? But oh well. Whatever happens to him tonight... it's on his head.

Clement: In tonight's main event, we'll be seeing Jimmy Page facing off against Riley Owens in a non-title match. This is a huge opportunity for Owens. If he's able to defeat Page tonight, that would go a long way towards him getting a Pride Championship Match.

Grayson: It is a big match for him. But that's why he's going to fail. Every single time this kid has had the opportunity to make a big splash, he chokes up. He could very well prove me wrong tonight. But if Jimmy Page says he's going to kick the crap out of him, then I'm inclined to agree.

Clement: Well that remains to be seen. Also tonight, we've got a huge 8-Man Tag Team Match. Cyncity will be taking on Jack Reynolds. Matt Summers goes one on one against Chaz Holiday. And two newcomers go at it as The Red Pioneer faces off against Corey Lazarus. Speaking of which, I hear that Spencer Burke is attempting to get a word with The Red Pioneer in the back. Spencer...

[FGA Office]

(The camera cuts backstage to the outside of The Red Pioneer’s dressing room. FGA interviewer Spencer Burke is ready with a microphone as he knocks on the door.)

The Red Pioneer: Yeah?

[Spencer straightens his tie and clears his throat.]

Spencer Burke: Red? I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions before your match?

[There is a small noise and then the door opens. The Red Pioneer steps out, his mask donning the colors of FGA. He looks at the camera crew and then down the hall the other way before crossing his arms and leaning back against the doorway.]

The Red Pioneer: So let’s do this. What can I do for you Mr. Burke?

[Clearly unnerved by the mask, Spencer shudders a little bit and stammers into his first question.]

Spencer Burke: R-Right. Well, the fans have been wondering, what is your strategy going into your first match against someone with as much experience as Corey Lazarus?

[Red brings up his hand and lightly grasps his cheek, as if pondering his answer.]

The Red Pioneer: My strategy? Well, forgive me if I don’t monologue and unearth my entire plan for this match Spencer. I wouldn’t want my opponent to know what to expect. But I will tell you this: Wrestling is war, and that ring is the battlefield. Know your opponent, and know yourself, and you will never lose.

[Spencer gives him a confused look before looking back at the camera and shrugging his shoulders. Red picks up on this immediately.]

The Red Pioneer: What I mean is this Spencer. I’m not going to play his game. He’s going to want to stay in close and try to use his experience to his advantage. He may even try to grab a weapon, should he figure out that he doesn’t have what it takes to stand toe-to-toe with me inside of that squared battlefield. My strategy is to simply not play the game by his rules, but by mine. If I can force him to play my game, then victory will be at hand.

[Spencer looks at Red, obviously confused, but continues on to his next question.]

Spencer Burke: So the next question I have for you Max, is what are your plans here? Are you, like so many young up-and-coming superstars, vying for a shot at one of our prestigious titles?

[Max turns his head and glares at Spencer, causing him to take a half a step backwards.]

The Red Pioneer: That’s a two part question Spencer, so I’m going to give you a two part answer. What are my plans here? My plans are to place the majority of the power back into the hands of the righteous. My plans are to show everyone that you don’t have to be a backstabbing, weapon slinging coward to advance in this great industry. I am here to show everyone that a handshake before and after a match can mean far more than any victory ever could. See, this business is all about respect, not fear.

Look at you Spencer. You’re backing away from me because you are fearful of what I could do to you, and this fear was instilled into you by those that are currently at the top of the ladder. I don’t want your fear, I want your respect. Know that I’m not going to do anything harmful to you simply because you have done nothing to earn it. You are not my opponent; you are simply another person trying to do their job. I respect that. I’m sure you come face to face with a lot of unsavory characters here, and that is exactly what I’m trying to change. I want to make it where you can do your job without fear of having to file for FMLA.

For the second part of your question, I don’t give two shits about the titles here. They will try and tell you that the only way to gain honor and respect in this industry is to win gold, but I want to show everyone that couldn’t be further from the truth. Having a title won’t change who I am or what I stand for. Seeing who holds those titles now should show you that respect is not just simply given to those who hold them.

[From out of nowhere, a timer goes off in Red’s dressing room and he takes a quick glance inside.]

The Red Pioneer: I’m sorry Spencer, you’re going to have to excuse me. Duty calls. You know how it is.

[Without giving Spencer a chance to reply Red turns and enters his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. Spencer is left standing there with a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face, and before the scene cuts he can be heard saying…]

Spencer Burke: Is this guy for real?

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond's Greatest FGA Moments

Chris Bond's FGA Debut
1.27.13
Providence, RI

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Chicago, Illinois.... Weighing in at 238 pounds..... CHRIS BOND!

Clement: Chris Bond, a legend in the eyes of many, will be making his FGA debut tonight.

Grayson: But after a lot of time off. It was thought that this man was done after the injury that he suffered. And here he is, trying to make the big comeback. I wish him luck. He'll need every last bit of it.

Chase picks up Bond and hoists him back up onto his shoulders. He then goes for The Bad Situation. But Bond slips down from behind. He quickly spins Chase around, grabs him and delivers the End of Days. The crowd cheers as Bond turns him over and makes the cover.

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"You Know My Name" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How'd he do that?

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHRIS BOND!

Bond gets up to his feet and raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chris Bond picks up the victory, hitting his End of Days from out of nowhere for the win. Bond knows that he's got a long road ahead. And the journey is going to be tough. But starting off with a win is always a good feeling, whether you're brand new or a vet like him.

[FGA Office]

The Red Pioneer vs. Corey Lazarus

“Save Me” by Damageplan blasts out through the arena as the lights all dim. The Red Pioneer comes bolting out from the back, charging toward the ring, where he slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Prospect, Connecticut! Weighing in at 200 pounds! He is "The Harbinger of Serenity"... THE RED PIONEER!

He runs over to the far corner and leaps up onto the second turnbuckle where he crosses his arms and nods at the crowd who is roaring their approval for him before dropping back to the mat and stretching before the match starts.

Clement: Two FGA newcomers collide in tonight's opening contest when Corey Lazarus takes on this man, The Red Pioneer!

Grayson: What is that thing on his face?

Clement: Don't worry about his mask. I'm more interested in what this man stands for. I know he hasn't been here for long. But I'm liking everything that I hear coming out of his mouth. He wants to put the power back in the hands of the righteous. He's all about doing things the right way. He wants to bring respect and honor back to FGA. That's something that our Pride Champion Jimmy Page should championing.

Grayson: Oh give me a break. Jimmy Page doesn't have time for all of that goodie two shoes nonsense. He's too busy cracking skulls and racking up wins. Handshakes? Honor? Righteousness? Someone needs to tell this guy that he's in the wrong business.

Clement: Well I think honor and morals have their place in this industry and in FGA. And if The Red Pioneer is a guy that wants to lead that charge, then I'm all for it.

Grayson: Good for you...

The lights dim as the opening drum roll of Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" cues up, the song instantly jumping to the start of the first verse as a spotlight focuses on Corey Lazarus as he emerges from behind the curtain. He adjusts his gold-rimmed Ray Bans and throws back the hood of his entrance jacket, shaking out his shaggy hair before flashing everybody his trademark devilish grin.

Cruz: Introducing at this time, hailing from New York City, New York by way of Hollywood, California...

Corey blows the nearest camera a kiss as he casually strolls down to the ring, stopping at ringside to slide his Ray Bans off...only to quickly throw them back on, chuckling as he does so.

Cruz: ...he weighs in at 235 pounds and stands at 6-foot-1..."The Premier Attraction"...

Lazarus jumps onto the apron and darts up to the middle turnbuckle, slowly sliding his entrance jacket off and letting it drop to ringside before lounging across the top ropes, and all with a condescending smirk on his face.

Cruz: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down as Corey steps down to the mat, carefully removing his Ray Bans and placing them under the bottom turnbuckle. He rises back up, stretching out over the ropes, and then turns around, backing into the corner.

Grayson: Now this guy right here? This guy has "star" written all over him. I haven't seen a star shine this brightly since Johnny Karma. This man has got the looks. And if you've done your homework, you'd know this guy has got the talent. My man here is world renown. He's got championships out the wazoo. But here's the most important thing. He's got experience. What does The Red Pioneer have? A goofy mask and good, moral fiber? He'll be lucky if he can hang five minutes with The Premiere Attraction.

The bell sounds as Lazarus tries to cut off the ring, trying to trap Red in the corner. Red motions to his right. But Lazarus cuts him off. He then motions to his left. But again, Lazarus cuts him off Lazarus then lunges over for an attack. But Red move out of the way. When Lazarus turns around, Red pops him with a jab to cheers from the crowd. He then quickly steps back towards the center of the ring and waits for Lazarus.

Clement: The Red Pioneer's looking to stick and move early on.

Grayson: That's code for hit and run away, right?

Lazarus touches his bottom lip with his fingertips to check for blood. Once he sees that he hasn’t been busted open, he heads back over to Red and locks up. After jockeying for position, Lazarus uses his strength advantage to move Red into the corner. The ref goes over and gives both men until the count of five to let go.

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

Both men slowly let go. While Red has his arms in the air, Lazarus goes for the Face Chop. But again, Red ducks out of the way. When Lazarus turns around, Red pops him with another jab to cheers from the crowd. Red goes right back towards the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Lazarus turns and kicks the bottom rope, angry at himself for letting Red get the best of him again.

Clement: And again, Lazarus is a step too slow for The Red Pioneer. It looks like The Premier Attraction may have underestimated his opponent tonight.

Grayson: Please, the guy got off two punches. Let's not act like he won the match in under ten seconds.

Lazarus storms from out of the corner. Both men appear to go for another lock up. But again, Red ducks. When Lazarus turns around, Red connects with several shin kicks to the leg. After nailing him with a blistering knife-edge chop, Red grabs Lazarus and goes for an irish whip. But Lazarus reverses, sending Red into the ropes. When Red comes back, Lazarus goes for a hip toss. But Red steps through it and counters with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Lazarus gets back up, but Red delivers another arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Lazarus gets back up, Red runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Lazarus stumbling to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. But before Red can make the cover, Lazarus quickly rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Well well well. It looks like Mr. Big Shot here wants a time out?

Grayson: Well what else do you want him to do? Just stand there and get kicked? Things aren't going his way right now. So why not slam on the brakes, head to the outside and take a breather?

Lazarus proceeds to walk around the ring with his hands on his waist. Meanwhile, the ref proceeds to count him out...

Ref: ONE... TWO... THREE.... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...

Lazarus rolls back in. After circling the ring, he inches over towards Red. But instead of locking up, Lazarus steps back. He raises his hand in the air, calling for a test of strength to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What's this?

Grayson: He's calling for a test of strength. What do you think's going on here? Simon Says?

Red looks up at the hand, then at Lazarus. He then turns and looks around at the crowd. The fans in the crowd shake their head while motioning for him not to do it.

Clement: Don't do it, Red. I don't trust Lazarus as far as I can throw him.

Grayson: How come? He seems like a pretty honorable guy to me. Even more than The Red Pioneer.

Clement: Oh stop...

Against the fans' judgment, Red reaches up and locks hands with Lazarus. Lazarus then raises his other arm in the air. As Red slowly lifts his other arm up, Lazarus nails him with a boot to the midsection.

Clement: That damn Lazarus! I knew he was up to no good.

Grayson: See? That's what he gets for being a gullible, goodie two shoes...

While their hands are still locked, Lazarus continues to kick away at Red's midsection. He then follows up with an arm wringer. The ref asks Red if he wants to give up. After Red shakes his head, Lazarus tries to yank the arm from out of it's socket, bringing Red down to one knee. After Red gets back up to his feet, Lazarus delivers another arm wringer, followed by a clubbing shot across the arm. The ref again asks Red if he wants to give up. But Red refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, hops up onto Lazarus counters with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd.

As both men get up, Lazarus is hit with alternating shin kicks to the legs. Red then grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Lazarus reverses, sending Red into the ropes. When Red comes back, he knocks Lazarus down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Lazarus kicks out.

Clement: Red Pioneer with the first nearfall of the contest.

Grayson: I know he's new to the business and all. But Red is going to have to do more than that to defeat a guy like Lazarus.

Red picks up Lazarus and places him in a front chancery. The ref asks Lazarus if he wants to give up. But Lazarus wags his finger at him. So Red cinches in the hold, making it harder for Lazarus to breathe. The ref again asks Lazarus if he wants to give up. But Lazarus refuses to quit. After battling his way back to is feet, Lazarus moves Red back into the corner. After reaching out and grabbing the middle ropes, the ref is forced to make Red break the hold.

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

Red slowly makes the clean break. While Red's arms are in the air, Lazarus lunges forward and nails him with a shoulder thrust to boos from the crowd. He proceeds to deliver a series of shoulder thrusts, doubling over Red. Lazarus then leans his opponent up against the corner and delivers a series of Face Chops.

Clement: Lazarus now is just hacking away at Red's face!

Grayson: Even with that mask on, I'm sure that can't feel good.

Lazarus takes Red and whips him into the opposite corner. He then runs across the ring. But he runs into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. While Lazarus stumbles back, Red runs from out of the corner and goes for a step up enzuigiri. But Lazarus ducks the kick to the head. He then reaches down, grabs Red, hoists him up to his feet and then delivers a release german suplex, sending Red flipping over onto his stomach to boos from the crowd Lazarus scurries over and makes the cover.

Grayson: What a counter that was by Lazarus!

Clement: He just flung Red through the air with that German Suplex! This could be it...

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Red gets his shoulder up.

Lazarus picks up Red and nails him with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. Red doubles over in pain as he clutches his chest. Lazarus then stands him back up and nails him with another knife-edge chop. This time, Red is sent stumbling into the ropes. Lazarus then goes over, grabs Red and goes for an irish whip. But Red reverses, sending Lazarus into the ropes. When Lazarus comes back, Red bends over to set up a back body drop. But Lazarus stops and kicks him square in the face, standing him upright. While Red is momentarily dazed, Lazarus clocks him with a roundhouse kick to the head that knocks him down. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Red gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The Red Pioneer was able to get his shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Grayson: Which I'm surprised, since Lazarus nearly kicked that mask and his head from off his shoulders.

Lazarus picks up Red and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Red slowly gets up on the outside, Lazarus runs into the ropes. When Lazarus comes back, he charges forward and goes for an elbow suicida through the middle & top ropes. But Red dives underneath the bottom rope, causing Lazarus to crash on the outside to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Lazarus crashes hard to the outside!

As Lazarus slowly gets up, Red runs into the ropes. When Lazarus turns around, Red runs across the ring, dives and connects with a suicide plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: But Red Pioneer doesn't miss as he knocks down Lazarus!

While Lazarus is down next to the barricade, Red springboards up onto the top of the barricade and connects with the Spin Cycle to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Lazarus, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Lazarus gets his boot on the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Great ring awareness there by Lazarus...

Red picks up Lazarus, brings him back towards the center of the ring and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the midsection. While Lazarus is doubled over, Red runs into the ropes. When Red comes back, he grabs Lazarus and brings him down with the Peaceful Slumber to cheers from the crowd. He turns Lazarus over and makes the cover.

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Lazarus gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Lazarus gets driven face-first into the canvas. But it only gets two.

Grayson: I'll give The Red Pioneer some credit. He's starting to turn the tide in this match. But can he keep it up? Can he secure a victory?

As Red picks up Lazarus, Lazarus breaks free and nails Red with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. He then goes over, grabs Red and brings him away from the ropes. After grabbing Red by the back of the neck with both hands, Lazarus delivers a series of clinching knee strikes to the face to boos from the crowd. The last knee causes Red to collapse to the canvas. Lazarus quickly drops down, turns Red over and makes the cover.

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Red gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Lazarus picks up Red and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with the Reel to Reel to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Flying Knee right to the face!

Grayson: Goodnight...

After Red crumbles from out of the corner, Lazarus drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Red gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Lazarus holds up three fingers at the ref. But the ref shakes his head and tells him that it was only two.

Clement: The Red Pioneer is showing a lot of fight in this match. But so is Lazarus. These two FGA newcomers are throwing nearly everything in their arsenal at each other. What is it going to take to put the other man down?

After picking Red up, Lazarus goes to lift him up for a brianbuster. But on the way up, Red knees him in the head, forcing Lazarus to drop him. While Lazarus is dazed, Red runs into the ropes. But when he comes back, Lazarus nails him with a lariat that turns him inside out to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Lazarus connects with one hell of a clothesline!

Lazarus picks up Red and bends him over. He then points across the ring before lifting Red up onto his shoulders. Lazarus runs across the ring for a Running Liger Bomb. But Red counters with a last second hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd.

As both men get up, Lazarus connects with a right hand. But Red responds with a knife-edge chop. Lazarus connects with another right hand. But again, Red fires back with a knife-edge chop. Lazarus then nails Red with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. But Red bounces off the ropes and connects with an overhand chop. Lazarus then quickly kicks red in the midsection to boos from the crowd. Lazarus then turns Red around and sets him up for the CinePlex. But Red repeatedly elbows him on the back of the head to cheers from the crowd. After performing a standing switch, Red lifts up Lazarus from behind and throws him down with a Reality Check to cheers from the crowd. Red then picks up Lazarus, hoists him up and then plants him with The Unmasking to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover...

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“Save Me” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, THE RED PIONEER!

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

Clement: The Red Pioneer gets the win in his FGA debut!

After the match, The Red Pioneer offers a handshake as Lazarus slowly gets back to his feet. Lazarus looks at the hand, then back up at Red. Lazarus slaps Red's hand away to boos from the crowd. He then heads to the outside...

Clement: Oh come on, Lazarus!

Grayson: I don't blame him. The Red Pioneer was trying to rub it in.

Clement: He was not.

Lazarus continues to walk up the ramp as the crowd boos...

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond's Greatest FGA Moments

4.20.13
Monroe, NJ

Chris Bond: I may be the underdog heading into this match. I may be the drug-addicted, booze-hound with the target on my knee and my age working against me, but in this business you learn that it doesn’t matter who you are or who you are competing against… because on any given night, the wind can shift and three seconds later you are left wondering “What the hell just happened?”

I don’t need to be bigger and better than the “Big Bad” himself. I just have to make sure that by the count of two, I get my shoulder up. I just have to make sure that I’m just a little bit more aware of those ring ropes. I honestly just have to make sure that I do everything in my power to make sure that he doesn’t kick out.

(Chris smirks a bit, the thought of him besting the undefeated Heavyweight Champion being just enough of a spark to get his heart pumping and his adrenaline flowing.)

Chris Bond: It may be an uphill battle. Hell, it may be a losing battle… but I’m going to be the guy who gives it everything he’s got. I’m going to be the guy who throws everything he has at Chris Q--and I’m going to be the guy to break that streak.

Not because I’m better, or bigger, or I have more experience. Chris Q is our Champion for a reason. That reason is that he was hungry and he wanted it. But my only advantage is that I am hungrier and I want it--no I NEED it more than he does.

(A small build of cheers rolls out over the fans, causing the hair to rise on almost everyone’s arms.)

Chris Bond: My name is Chris Bond… and as the dust settles at “Only The Strong Survive”, everyone will be welcomed into MY FRONTIER.

(An eruption of cheers bellows out of the bodies of the fans in attendance. “You Know My Name” picks back up and Chris stands there, eyes a little watery from all of the emotion, basking in the adoration of the fans in attendance.)

[FGA Office]

"Back Round" roars through the PA and out comes Alistair Mangold, dressed in his ring gear and the new "Certified Asskicker" t-shirt. He marches towards the ring angrily, ignoring the rants of the fans. He snatches the mic from Cruz who's standing ringside and slides into the ring. He takes his spot in the dead center of the squared circle and just as the music dies out and the boos go silent too, he begins to speak.

Alistair Mangold: My son, Johnny, is a big fan of some up and coming musicians, and one of those who Johnny likes is Sam Smith. I'm not really high on that dude, even though he's got some undeniable talent, but I remembered a line from his single. The chorus, in fact, it goes like this - I don't have money on my mind, I do it for the love. That's a nice line, isn't it? And it implies to lots and lots of things, including my very own career. See, people have told me countless times that I have returned to the FGA ring, and to professional wrestling in general, after that career threatening injury just to earn some extra buck. Kids, this year is year number 13 of my pro-wrestling career. I've been all around the US and back, I've spent a year in Japan, I've had matches all around the world and that means, among other things, that I have a pretty nice bank account that doesn't require me to shed blood, sweat and tears every two weeks for this company just so I could feed my family. Nuh-uh, I could have easily been the guy that lays on his couch for thirty years and just becomes that weight-gaining angry wrestling veteran that keeps ranting on things. But I wouldn't stand it, and I love professional wrestling so much, and I love FGA so much that I just had to come back!

(The Boston crowd actually cheers those last few sentences and gives the veteran a round of applause. Mangold nods his head, as he is almost thanking the fans, but then puts the mic to his mouth again...)

Alistair Mangold: But I am not here to say that, am I? No, I am here to say that while I still love this business after all those years, there are still things that make me absolutely sick.

(The anger in his voice starts drawing boos again.)

Alistair Mangold: Back in the day, you had to earn your goddamn spot on the roster of a promotion, but these days, it seems like contracts are just given out to random people on daily basis. To people like Hunter Werth, Nate Adams, Drew Stevenson... trivia time, what do those guys have in common? They are all FGA alums, they are all rookies or quasi superstars... and I kicked them all out the door of this promotion. In the best way possible I proved that there are people who just should not be here... but some dude with a brain of a three year old monkey is still blindly signing contract after contract. Jesus Christ on a unicycle...

(Mangold shakes his head in disappointment.)

Alistair Mangold: Just take a look at the roster. We have Matt Summers, a greenhorn who's entertaining in his promo only when he's having a banter with the camera man. We have Ryan Kidd, Dan Herrera, Jared James, guys who have failed to succeed in this company, or in any company whatsoever, yet they still keep coming back like little cockroaches. We have Kevin Hardaway, the guy that every fan under fifteen years of age loves, because he's the prototype of a goddamn hero who can just march into a promotion and snatch a main event spot from somebody else's hands after a long-ass hiatus. We have people like Jaxie Wyatt. What's my deal with Jaxie? She has been a professional wrestler for a total of four months now. Frankly, this read headed chick seems to me like just another young hungry female that's trying to show the world that she can fight the big guys, only to leave the business few years after to get offers for cover photos of Maxim or stuff like that. Yet, all I keep hearing about is "Jaxie Wyatt this, Jaxie Wyatt" that. That goddamn chick is green as a goose crap but gets treated like a world traveled superstar! THAT is what makes me sick, goddamnit! So, Jaxie... consider this a glove thrown your way. If you're that big of a superstar, why don't you prove it against the God Among Men himself? I'll give you time answer that question, little girl. I know it's a tough one.

(Al drops the mic and leaves the scene, while the people either boo him or start a "Jaxie! Jaxie!" chant. Mangold tries not to worry about it at all as he returns backstage.)

Grayson: Alistair Mangold laying out the challenge to Jaxie Wyatt?

Clement: I'm not surprised by the challenge. I'm surprised he hasn't attacked her from behind like everyone else. It seems like ever since he's come back, Mangold has has a penchant for bullying the newcomers. Now I don't know Jaxie well. But I know that she will not take this lightly.

Grayson: What she should do is run in the opposite direction. I'm sure she's seen what he's done to the Werth's, the Adams' and the Stevensons' of the world. She doesn't need to be next. But if she's foolish enough to accept, she'll certainly be next.

[FGA Office]

(Backstage we see Dan Herrera walking down the corridor. He looks down the hallway before making a left down a perpendicular hallway and sees something in front of him. It appears someone is perched on one of the rolling travel cases ahead. Dan walks forward squinting into the dark before the figure hops down and begins walking towards him. Dan has a pretty good idea of who it is and doesn’t turn away. A few seconds later the figure steps out from the shadows to reveal it is Andreas Lasiewicz. Dan looks unsurprised and shakes his head.)

Dan Herrera: Well look who it is. What kind of crusade brings you here? Cause I had a reason to be at Battle Without Honor or Humanity.

Andreas Lasiewicz: There is always a reason, Daniel. There is always a reason for everything, is there not? I’m sure you had your reasons to appear in Japan, quite obvious reasons, don’t ya think. My reasons are somewhat similar, but not exactly the same…

Dan Herrera: Yeah, my reason was to stop you from allowing Brandon Banks his fair shake in Exodus. And despite the consequences…

(Dan points to the cut on top of his forehead.)

Dan Herrera: You never accomplished what I know you were going to do.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Never allowed me to scout the opposition? Oh, I may not have been able to witness it in person, nor marvel how he was defeated. But there are these little things called DVDs, wondrous things they are…

(Lasiewicz has a wide Cheshire cat smirk upon his face as he continues.)

Andreas Lasiewicz: I accomplished everything I needed to accomplish that night, Daniel. I beat the shit outta Lifer, I defeated Fiona Rourke in the Honor Cup final, I walked away with the cup and the International title… And what did you do?

Dan Herrera: I kept you from your extracurricular activities. Don’t pretend that you were only going to the ring to ‘scout’. What did I do? Disrupted another of your mental break monstrosities of an idea. The same type that got you fired in GDW.

Andreas Lasiewicz: Daniel, Daniel… You have known me for how long now? When have I ever felt the need to interfere in other people’s matches? Actually scratch that, but Kevin Hardaway is a special exception. But I must say… that Banks, no matter how hard he tried, has yet to lay a finger on me. Now I am the type who doesn’t strike first, I much prefer the other party to make the mistake.

(Andreas makes a forceful step forward.)

Andreas Lasiewicz: And on to another matter, you do not own EXODUS, you have no reason to interfere in their business… But if I do remember correctly, you were the silly, little man who struck first. And whilst this has nothing to do with FGA… This one is personal...

(Dan steps forward getting in Lasiewicz face.)

Dan Herrera: Yes, this is personal, but striking first was not my mistake. My mistake was assuming that Angela Jameson wouldn’t stick her nose into things. But she’s not here and things are a bit different. You're right about Brandon Banks, he’s not got his hands on you yet. But I have, and this time I won’t be the one bleeding.

(Dan shoves Lasiewicz backwards. Lasiewicz comes back shoving Dan. Dan then plants himself into Lasiewicz stomach pushing him backwards until his back slams into the rolling storage crate. Lasiewicz groans, but as Dan goes to disengage he cannot. Lasiewicz has a hold of him and starts laying knees into the face and chest of Dan Herrera. Dan finally gets out of his grasp and goes to lay a punch that Lasiewicz avoids as Dan slams his hand into the storage crate. Dan stands shaking his fist in pain.

Lasiewicz runs forward ducking under another Dan punch attempt catching him across the chest and dropping him with a Russian Legsweep on the concrete. Dan arches his back in pain on the concrete and Lasiewicz begins looking for something. Lasse finds a chair and as he comes back towards Dan he catches him with a drop toe hold. Lassie plants head first into the chair and rolls off of it groaning.

Dan and Lassie slowly get to their feet. Dan goes at Lassie and nails him with a huge chop across the chest of Lasiewicz. Lassie comes back with a chop of his own that can be seen on the bare chest of Dan Herrera. Dan hits Lassie again before Lassie can come back nailing Dan again. Dan went for another chest shot but Lassie ducked and pushed Dan into the wall. Dan cringed as his back once again hit something solid. But Dan ran off the wall nailing Lasiewicz with a clothesline. Lassie hit the ground and Dan picked him up quickly.

After picking Lassie up he ducked under his legs to set up his “Wit’s End (Double Leg Slam)” maneuver. Before he could lift up Lassie, he began clubbing at Dan’s back. After three huge clubbing blows, Dan went down to one knee. Lassie lifted his arms in a double axehandle to drop one more time, but Dan moved to his feet quickly pulling Lassie up over him as he stands to his feet. Security has spotted them by this point and is moving in.)

Security: Put him down now!

(Dan turns and sees them coming. Dan begins to slam Lassie back first onto the concrete with force but as he starts he is tackled by a security guard that has flanked the two. Lasiewicz still slams to the ground but with much less force than he could have. Dan is laying on the ground in the arms of one of the security guards.)

Dan Herrera: Get him out of here! He doesn’t belong here. I don’t want to see him here again!

(Security gets Dan to his feet and push him back as three other security guards pull Lasiewicz to his feet. Lassie rips his arms from them and turns to Dan. The security guards jump between the two, but Lassie gets the smile across his face again and just laughs. He then turns as security once again grabs his arm to try and lead him out. Lasiewicz rips his arm away from them and heads toward the exit. Dan walks over and leans his back against the wall putting his hands on his knees. The camera then heads back to the inside of the arena.)

[FGA Office]

Matt Summers vs. Chaz Holliday

"Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play and Chaz Holiday emerges from behind the black curtains. He stops at the top of the entrance, smiling and looking around at the crowd.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now residing out of Los Anegels, California! Weighing in at 221 pounds... CHAZ HOLIDAY!

As he makes his way to the ring, he high fives fans along the way. As he gets to the ring, he jumps up on the apron and steps between the ropes, getting into the ring.

Clement: Chaz Holiday makes his FGA debut tonight against another recent newcomer, Matt Summers. Let's take you back to two weeks ago to see how this match came about...

Battleground 1.2

Chaz: 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: 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.

Grayson: Aw, he wants Matt Summers to be his first. Isn't that so sweet?

Clement: Oh stop!

Grayson: I wonder if the guys in the truck will dim the lights. You know, to set the mood?

Clement: I said stop!

"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?
##

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!
##

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
##

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.

##
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.

Clement: I think it's a great thing that these two FGA newcomers have struck up a friendship built on respect. That's what we need more of here in FGA. Not egomaniacs like Johnny Karma and Corey Lazarus. Not Psychos like Johnny Blayze and Jack Reynolds. And certainly not savages like Chris Q, Jimmy Page and The Murder.

Grayson: Nearly half of those names are champions that have dominated this company. Half of those names are men that you could argue carried this company in 2013. If you ask me, we need less beta males like Summers and Holiday and more alphas like Chris Q, The Murder and the rest of those names.

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.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 180 pounds... MATT SUMMERS!

The bell sounds as both men shake hands. They then circle the ring before locking up. Summers places Holiday in a side headlock. But Holiday is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks Summers if he wants to give up. But Summers refuses to quit. After elbowing Holiday in the face, he reaches back again and grabs him by the back of the neck. Summers then jumps up and delivers a snapmare takeover to cheers from the crowd. As Holiday gets up, Summers runs into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday knocks him down with a standing shoulder block. He then runs into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Summers turns over onto his stomach. Holiday then hops over him and continues to run into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Summers pushes himself up to his feet and leap frogs over him. Holiday continues to run into the ropes. When Holiday comes back, Summers goes for a hip toss. But Holiday blocks it. Holiday then goes to counter with a clothesline. But Summers ducks, reaches back and brings him down with a neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Holiday kicks out.

Clement: Nice feeling out process there in the early goings of this match. But Matt Summers gets the early advantage.

Grayson: Summers can fly around a little bit. But he's got some of that submission-style or MMA-style in his arsenal. He needs to use those holds to ground Holiday. Because if he doesn't, Holiday will take it to the air.

Summers picks up Holiday and places him in another side headlock. But this time, Holiday shoves Summers off of him and into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday leap frogs over him. Summers continues to run into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday crouches down and rolls back. Summers then hurdles over him and runs into the ropes. After Holiday rolls back up to his feet, he knocks an oncoming Summers down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Summers gets back up, but Holiday knocks him down with another dropkick. Summers gets back up, but Holiday throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. Summers gets back up, but he gets sent right back down with another Japanese arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Summers gets back up, Holiday throws him down with a scoop slam to cheers from the crowd. He quickly drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Summers kicks out.

Clement: And just like that, Holiday gains the upperhand.

Grayson: What did I tell you? This Holiday guy is as quick as a cat. I know Summers wants to be besties with him. But if I were him, I'd take out one of his knees and work him over until he cried "Uncle."

Clement: Well thankfully, neither of these men are you.

Grayson: Okay, so they're both losers. That's not my problem.

Clement: Oh stop!

Holiday sits up Summers and applies a shoulderlock. The ref asks Summers if he wants to give up. But Summers wags his fingers at him. After battling his way back up to his feet, he proceeds to nail Holiday with a series of punches to the midsection. While Holiday is doubled over, Summers runs into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He then goes over, picks Summers back up and whips him into the corner. After sizing him up, Holiday goes for a flying forearm smash in the corner. But Summers runs out of the way, causing Holiday to connect with nothing but the turnbuckle. As Holiday stumbles back, Summers knocks him down with a spinning leg lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Holiday kicks out.

Clement: Summers caught him with that leg to the face. But it only gets a two count. Matt Summers has got a lot of upside. I can see big things ahead for this young man.

Grayson: So can I. But he needs to start being aggressive. How about an eye rake for starters? Or a low blow?

Clement: You want him to fight dirty?

Grayson: Hey, if you want to get ahead in life, you've got to get your hands dirty.

Summers picks up Holiday and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Holiday slips down from behind, grabs Summers and counters with an inverted DDT to cheers from the crowd. Holiday makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Summers kicks out.

Clement: Nice counter there by Holiday, but it only gets a two count. I know Holiday has been out of the ring for a little bit. But his moves look pretty crisp to me.

Grayson: He's not doing so bad for himself. But then again, is getting the upperhand on a guy as inexperienced as Summers something to brag about?

Clement: You don't like anyone, do you?

Grayson: Sure I do. I like Chris Q, Jimmy Page, The Murder, Johnny Karma...

Holiday picks up Summers and goes for an irish whip. But Summers reverses, sending Holiday into the ropes. Holiday goes to counter the irish whip with a springboard back elbow. But Summers catches him in mid air, turns and delivers a belly to back suplex to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up and runs into the ropes. When Summers comes back, he connects with a running shooting star press to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg...

ONE!
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TWO!
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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Clement: A hell of a counter there by Summers. And an even more impressive move with the running Shooting Star Press. But it only gets two.

Summers picks up Holiday and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Holiday and goes for an irish whip. But Holiday reverses, sending Summers into the opposite corner. Holiday runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Holiday stumbles back, Summers knocks him down with a jumping side kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Summers picks up Holiday and throws him down with a scoop slam. He turns and points to the top rope to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Uh oh. It looks like Summers could be headed up top.

Grayson: Gee, how did you figure that out?

Summers then heads into the corner. He goes for a springboard moonsault. But Holiday rolls out of the way, causing Summers to connect with nothing but canvas to cheers from the crowd. After Summers slowly rolls to the outside, Holiday gets up to his feet. He then runs into the ropes as Summers pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. When Holiday comes back, he runs, jumps and knocks down Summers with a plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Summers misses the moonsault, but Holiday doesn't miss the plancha to the outside!

Grayson: Well that's because he wasn't wasting time by pointing all over the place and playing up to the fans.

Holiday picks up Summers and rolls him back into the ring. Holiday then rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Summers gets his shoulder up.

Holiday picks up Summers and takes him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But Summers gets up, heads into the corner, grabs Holiday and slams him off to cheers from the crowd. When Holiday gets up and turns around, Summers heads out of the corner and connects with a savate kick to cheers from the crowd. He falls on top of Holiday and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Holiday gets his shoulder up.

Summers picks up Holiday and lifts him up across his shoulders. He goes for a somersault slam. But Holiday slips down from behind and shoves him into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday knocks him down with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Summers gets up, but Holiday knocks him down with another running clothesline. As Summers gets up, Holiday grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Summers comes back, Holiday kicks him in the midsection and delivers a facebuster to cheers from the crowd. He then heads into the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles. When Summers gets up and turns around, Holiday connects with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. Holiday then slowly gets up as he waits for Summers to get in position. As Summers slowly gets up, Holiday runs over, leaps up and delivers The Party Starter to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

"Blackout" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHAZ HOLIDAY!

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

Clement: Chaz Holiday picks up the victory in his FGA debut!

Grayson: Tough break for Summers. I'll give the kid credit. He hung in there with a vet, which was more than I thought he'd be able to do.

Chaz goes over and helps Summers up to his feet. The two men then shake hands to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: See that? That's what I'm talking about!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond's Greatest FGA Moments

Above & Beyond II
8.31.13
Baltimore, MD

After slapping the canvas in frustration, Hopkins picks up Bond, lifts him up, runs into the corner and throws him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, Hopkins goes for a superplex. But Bond blocks the move. he then punches Hopkins in the ribs, breaking the hold. After standing up on the top rope, he hooks Hopkins' arm, jumps off and plants him with a diving pedigree to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Drunk Driver! Drunk Driver! This could be it!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

Clement: He's done it! Bond has done it!

"You Know My Name" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the new Pride Champion, CHRIS BOND!

The ref goes over and hands Bond the Pride Championship. Bond drops to his knees as he clutches the championship. He then kisses the belt before getting back to his feet, walking into the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and raising the belt to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Bond is a champion again! Chris Bond is a champion again! This man represents everything that belt stands for. And I couldn't think of a better champion. He fought for FGA's Pride. He fought against some of the best FRONTIER could bring. And he came out on top. Congrats, Chris, you've earned it!

[FGA Office]

("Rockit" plays as Max Powers is in the ring pacing back and forth with a mic in his hand. Once the music dies down, he begins to speak.)

Max: You called us “the toughest guys on Twitter”. You said that we were all talk. Well the last time I checked, I'm the only one standing in this ring. So where the heck are you at, Malcolm Drake?

(The crowd cheers as Max looks around. He wonders if the Head Crow is perched up somewhere in the crowd.)

Max: Malcolm Drake, I called you out to this ring tonight. I called you out to this ring to meet you face to face, man to man. I told you to leave Bob Pooler and Dom Harter in the back and in return, Landon would stay in the back. I wanted to tell you to your face how much of a disgrace you are to this tag team division. I wanted to tell you to your face how much I can't stand the sight of you and Pooler with those belts. I wanted to tell you to your face how much better off this company would be without people like The Murder and people like The Church of Beyond. Well it seems like The Church imploded due to their own issues. Well one down, one to go.

(The crowd cheers at the thought of a Murder-free FGA. Max nods his head in approval.)

Max: That may seem like a lot of talk coming from someone like me. But here's the thing. You can dismiss my words all you want. But my actions... our actions, they speak much louder than words. We don't need to jump people in the parking lot. We don't need to attack people in dressing rooms. We don't need the man advantage to come out on top. The SMWB gets the job done inside of the squared circle. We don't need to hide around corners or dark alleys. We will meet anyone in this ring and fight until there is only one team left standing...

… And at International Incident, that's exactly what's going to happen. We know we're the underdogs. We know that we're the long shot to win. But Landon and I, we're not concerning ourselves with bets. A lot of these guys around here, they get bent out of shape if the majority doesn't pick them to win a match. But the Red n Green Machine doesn't let things like that cause a distraction. The only thing we're focused on is winning those Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championships.

(The crowd begins to cheer. But a small amount of “Next Tag Champs!” chants can be heard sprinkled throughout pockets of the crowd.)

Max: Call us jokes. Call us pushovers. Call us a pair of nerdy cosplayers that still live with their parents. Trust me, we've heard it all before. But know this. When the dust settles... when the smoke clears, the only thing you and “Robert” will be hearing is every fan in the Royal Albert Hall chanting....

Crowd: 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!! 1-UP!!!

(Max raises his index finger up and down in the air with each enthusiastic chant from the crowd. But the good vibes have been ruined as “Man in the Box” bursts through the speakers, signaling the arrival of the Head Crow.)

(Malcolm Drake, dressed in his ring gear, a black Murder T-shirt and the scarred Mid-Atlantic tag title around his waist, emerges from the back to a cacophony of boos and jeers. Drake slowly makes his way toward the ring, waiting for the music to fade out and the fans to tire themselves out. He slowly paces around the ring, keeping his eyes fixed on Max as he circles.)

Drake: I guess I'm supposed to be impressed by this? I'm supposed to give you some meaningless platitude like 'You've got heart, kid?' Or am I supposed to shake my fist and bring down fire and brimstone because you say that The Murder jumps people, or attacks people or uses our numbers to our advantage?

(Drake smirks, as he continues to slowly circle the ring like a vulture. Max keeps his eyes on Drake, rotating in the ring to follow him.)

Drake: Do you want me to deny it? No... here's the REAL question for you... why don't YOU? Why DON'T you? Sure it might throw a monkey wrench in your adorable little gimmick and your merch sales would probably suffer, but if you're REALLY after this...

(Drake pats the gold plate of the tag title around his waist.)

Drake: ...then why aren't you doing everything in your power to take it? Why is it that idiots like you, and like these people, cling to your antiquated notions of "good" and "evil" and "right" and "wrong?" I certainly doubt there exists enough cognitive function between the lot of you to even SPELL one of those words.

(The crowd gives its expected response: a flurry of boos and four-letter words. Drake continues to circle the ring, occasionally dodging flying objects from the ringside crowd.)

Drake: There's a lot of TALK in this division, but the only team I see backing any of it up... is The Murder. We're the only team doing EVERYTHING in our power to hold these Mid-Atlantic tag titles.

(Drake's pacing abruptly stops as he reaches the foot of the ring by the entranceway.)

Drake: For example... what we did to your partner while you were out here talking.

(The camera cuts to the back and through a crowd of EMTs and onlookers, the bloodied body of Landon Knight sits propped against a wall as EMTs tend to him. An audible gasp is heard from the crowd followed by a growing roar of disdain and contempt. Drake simply smirks. Max Powers is visibly seething with rage, beckoning Drake into the ring.)

Drake: I guess that would be... 1-Down.

(Drake walks over the ring steps and slowly towards the apron. Max has dropped his mic and is ready to rush Drake the second he slips through the ropes, but Drake pauses on the apron.)

Drake: You wanted my attention... you have it. Stupid hero.

(Max has heard enough and he charges at Drake, but Drake drops down off the apron. Max is leaning over the top rope, cussing out Drake and screaming for him to get in the ring. As his back is turned, Bob Pooler and Dom Harter come dashing out of the crowd, over the barricade and into the ring. Max turns just as Harter charges and drops Harter with a right. Pooler follows and Max drops him with a right. Max trades shots with Pooler and Harter, trying to fight both men off, until Drake slides in the ring and clips the back of Max's left knee. Max crumples as his leg gives out. Pooler and Harter put the boots to him as Drake walks over to the corner, seating himself there, to watch as Pooler and Harter stomp and choke Max, as he struggles valiantly.)

(The crowd is frothing as Harter drags Max to his feet and nudges him towards Pooler, who immediately blasts Max in the face with Dr. Teeth. Harter again lifts Max's limp body off the mat and hits Goodnight to the World. Pooler and Harter then drag Max's body over to the corner where Drake has been watching. Drake unfastens his title belt, lays it on the mat, and then scales the corner turnbuckle before hitting Powers with the Mors Vincit.)

(As Drake stands back up, Harter hands him the Mid-Atlantic title belt, and resting a foot across the sternum of Max Powers, Drake raises his belt into the air.)

Clement: That damn Murder! They've done it again!

Grayson: The example has already been layed out for a year now. People should know better than to cross The Murder. But the Super Mario Wrestling Bros decided to run their mouths. Well, this is what you get. If you ask me, they'll be lucky if they even make it to International Incident.

[FGA Office]

(Sean Sands, the former FGA Heavyweight champion, is seeing sitting on top one of the big crates backstage as he laces up his right wrestling boots. Dan Herrera comes around a corner cracking his knuckles then rubbing the now healing cut on his forehead. He notices Sands sitting on the crates and stops leaning against them as Sands finishes lacing up his boots.)

Dan Herrera: Ready to do this?

Sean Sands: You’d think I’d have my doubts after these past few weeks. Lost the title, keep losing other matches, etc. But no. I’m actually feeling much better than I have in awhile.

(Jaxie Wyatt stumbles out of her nearby locker room, tripping on an untied shoelace and nearly face planting. She manages to save herself at the last minute as she glances around to make sure no one saw anything.)

(And of course… someone did. Several someones. Her partners for the nights match, to be exact.)

Jaxie Wyatt: This… isn’t entirely… representative of my in ring abilities…

(Sands cocks up an eyebrow as he stares at Jaxie before a smirk comes on his face.)

Sean Sands: Oh, yeah. You’re definitely green. Don’t worry. I’ve seen some of your matches. I know you’re not like that.

Dan Herrera: In fact, I bet you did that to throw us off. Clever girl…

(Dan begins to slow clap. Jaxie blushes, nearly as red as her hair.)

Jaxie Wyatt: ...That… is exactly what that was. You’re so wise…

Dan Herrera: Wisdom comes with age, and apparently everyone thinks I’m ancient. So I’ll run with it.

Sean Sands: I’m only two years younger than you. If you’re ancient then I’m screwed.

(Sean shakes his head as he seems to be taking this entire situation too lightheartedly considering his recent mood being one filled with anger.)

Dan Herrera: You guys seen Jared yet?

Sean Sands: He’s probably by the catering table. The returning guys are always by the catering table.

(And on over walks Jared James, a salad in hand.)

Jared James: Hey guys, have you seen the food FGA offers these days? Man, when I started we were lucky if we were able to find a decent restaurant to meet up at beforehand. Talk about a step up.

(Sean looks at his other two teammates for the night.)

Sean Sands: TOLD YOU.

(Dan shakes his head and laughs.)

Dan Herrera: Well, it’s a good thing we didn’t bet on it huh? So the plan is quick tags getting the freshest man…

(Dan looks over at Jaxie for a second.)

Dan Herrera: And or woman, into the match right. Keep them reeling?

(James looks up at Herrera, quickly swallowing a big bite of lettuce.)

Jared James: Sounds like a solid strategy. By-the-book tag team wrestling, am I right? Hopefully we can get them on their toes early, get them sweatin’.

Sean Sands: I’ve already beaten Karma twice, so I’m willing to shout out ideas at you guys should you find yourself in the ring with him. Also, if Joshua’s wife tries anything...

(Sean looks at all three of his teammates.)

Sean Sands: Closest person...scare the living shit out of her. Make sure she doesn’t attempt it again. I’m tired of some of these people unable to fight their own fights.

Dan Herrera: I’m more tired of people fighting their battles when they’re the only ones that know the battle’s starting.

Sean Sands: That as well. Let’s go. We got a match to win.

(Sean and Dan simultaneously head to the direction of the entranceway, Jaxie and Jared not far behind, as the scene fades out.)

[FGA Office]

8-Man Tag
Dan Herrera, Jaxie Wyatt, Sean Sands, Jared James
vs.
Johnny Karma, Alistair Mangold, Joshua Black, Thaddeus Grey

"This Is The New Shit" plays as Thaddeus Grey, Joshua Black, Heather Black and Johnny Windham are already in the ring.

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

(The crowd boos as Grey scans the arena with a smirk on his face.)

Cruz: Also already in the ring... from Phoenix, Arizona! Weighing in at 240 pounds... JOSHUA BLACK!

(The crowd boos as Heather and Johnny give Joshua a round of applause.)

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

Cruz: And their partner, from Sacramento, California! Weighting in at 280 pounds! He is "The God Among Men"... Alistair Mangold!

Mangold raises his arms and boos shower him again.

[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: Beangirls and Beanboys of Beantown, accompanied by Joshua Black, Thaddeus Grey and Alistair Mangold…weighing in at 233lbs and hailing from Queens, NYC...he is the sauce that makes the beans of FWA so delicious, 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, a pride Mets fan, am delighted to be among you Bostonians for one reason: you too can see that the Yankees suck.

[Karma nods in agreement with himself]

Johnny Karma: And, as I stand in this ring, I feel so much like that well known Bostonian icon Norm Peterson, because when I set foot in this city it feels like everybody knows my name, and they all chant “Karma” as one – much like you should all be doing for the duration of this match. But don’t forget that there are other people in this match too – my partners would like a little bit of support thrown their way too

[Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, presenting his partners to the crowd and applauding them]

Clement: Johnny Karma, classy as always.

Grayson: I'm sensing some sarcasm.

Clement: This team is going to implode at any second. Thaddeus Grey doesn't care for anyone. Joshua Black is all about himself. And Johnny Karma thinks that he's the saving grace of this team and this company. It seems like the only one that's happy to be on this team is Alistair Mangold, and he's been miserable since coming back.

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, Dan Herrera, Jaxie Wyatt and Jared James step out from behind the ring curtains and looks out at the crowd, smiling. They do not stand at the top of the ramp for long, quickly making their way down the ramp.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 747 pounds! They are the team of JARED JAMES, JAXIE WYATT, DAN HERRERA and SEAN SANDS!

The four teammates then slide into the ring before posing in all four corners to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How about that for some team unity?

Grayson: Oh no! They all came out together and posed at the same time!

The bell sounds as Jaxie and Black start things off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Black uses his strength advantage to move Jaxie into the corner. After pressing her against the corner, the ref gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both grapplers appear to make the clean break. But Black quickly rakes Jaxie across the eyes to boos from the crowd. He then unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Jaxie and whips her into the opposite corner. Black runs across the ring. But he runs right into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Black stumbles back, Jaxie runs from out of the corner and goes for a clothesline. Black ducks and counters with a back body drop. But Jaxie slips down from behind and shoves Black into the ropes. When Black comes back, Jaxie kicks him in the midsection before delivering a single knee facebreaker to cheers from the crowd. While Black is dazed, Jaxie takes him down with a scissored DDT to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Black kicks out.

Clement: Jaxie with the first near fall of the contest. I wonder if Mangold's challenge/warning is in the back of her mind?

Grayson: How could it not? Standing across the ring is a man that's looking to snap her in half. Like I said earlier, if she's smart, she'll run for the hills. And anytime that Mangold is the legal man, she better hope that she's outside on the apron.

Jaxie picks up Black, wrings his arm, drags him over towards her corner and tags in Sean Sands.

Clement: And here comes the former FGA Heavyweight Champion!

Grayson: Oh, you mean the fluke champion, right? Because when he finally got back in the ring with Chris Q, The Big Bad of FGA whipped that...

The corner cheers as Sands gets in the ring and hammers away with right hands to the face. He then takes Black and whips him into the ropes. When Black comes back, Sands goes for a clothesline. But Black ducks and runs into the ropes. But when Black comes back, Sands knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Black gets up, but Sands knocks him back down with a dropkick. As Black gets up, Sands grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Black comes back, Sands bends over to set up a back body drop. But Black counters with a knee lift to boos from the crowd. While Sands stumbles back, Black runs back into the ropes. But when Black comes back, Sands knocks him down with a bicycle kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Black gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Black gets his shoulder up. But man, Sands really clocked him with that bicycle kick.

As Sands picks up Black, Black quickly shoves him away to create some distance between the two. He then storms over into the corner and tags in Thaddeus Grey to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There you go, Josh. tag in the fresh man. Thaddeus will put a stop to this nonsense right now.

Clement: If I were Thaddeus, I'd be more worried about Camellia D. Magna at International Incident.

Grayson: He's not concerned about her. Him and Jimmy Page took care of both her and Willow Swaine at Battleground 1.2.

Grey slowly gets in the ring. After he and Sands circle the ring, they inch towards each other and go to lock up. But Grey delivers a kick to the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then takes Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes back, Grey knocks him down with a back elbow to boos from the crowd. He quickly drops down and chokes Sands with both hands. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Grey lets go. He picks up Sands and whips him into the ropes. Dan Herrera reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Sands comes back, he slides through Grey's legs. When Grey turns around, Sands gets back up to his feet and runs at him. Grey throws out a clothesline. But Sands ducks. When Grey turns around, Herrera tackles him down with a spear to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Grey gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Grey didn't know what was coming as he got blindsided by that spear from Herrera!

Grayson: Danny Boy is lucky that Andreas didn't finish him off in the back.

Herrera picks up Grey, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Grey around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. Herrera then takes Grey by the arm and goes for an irish whip. But Grey reverses, sending Herrera into the corner. Grey then runs across the ring. But Herrera catches him with an elbow to cheers from the crowd. He quickly hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Grey and plants him with a Tornado DDT to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Grey gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Grey and whips him into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Herrera bends over to set up a back body drop. But Grey blocks the move. He then goes to set up Herrera for a piledriver. But Herrera counters with the Wit's End to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Grey gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Grey, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then tags in Jared James to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And here comes the FGA original, Jared James!

Grayson: Oh yay! Please!

Jared steps in and delivers a series of knife-edge chops of his own. He then brings Grey from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing off the ropes, Grey hangs onto them. So Jared runs across the ring to attack him. But Grey ducks and dumps Jared over the top rope and to the floor with a fireman's carry. The crowd boos as Grey quickly stumbles over and tags in Johnny Karma.

Grayson: Here comes the team captain to save the day!

Once Jared gets up and turns around on the outside, Karma runs along the apron, jumps off and knocks him down with a flying double ax handle smash. The crowd boos as Black, Grey and Alistair Mangold hop off the apron and put the boots to Jared. After Karma instructs them to roll him back into the ring, he rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared kicks out.

Clement: What the heck was that on the outside?

Grayson: A little something called "teamwork."

Karma picks up Jared and unleashes a blistering knife-edge chop. He then takes Jared and whips him into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Karma goes for a back elbow to the face. But Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Karma throws out a clothesline. But again, Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, he brings Karma down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets up, but Jared knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets back up, but Jared knocks him down with another dropkick. When Karma gets up, Jared goes for another dropkick. But Karma side steps as Jared connects nothing but air. As Jared tries to get up off the apron, Karma runs over and connects with a kick to the ribs to boos from the crowd. The crowd continues to boo as Karma puts the boots to Jared, stomping away at his ribs.

Grayson: Look at Karma, just stomping away at that gloryhound Jared James. He thinks he can just come back here and steal the spotlight? Well think again!

Clement: If anything, Jared doesn't want to steal the spotlight. If anyone wants to steal the spotlight, it's Johnny Karma. Here's a man that's shown a bit of an aggressive side recently with that Karmic Crab. He locked it on Herrera after he lost the match. Then he kept it locked on Ryan Kidd well after Kidd tapped out. I see someone's still sour over their Pride Championship loss.

Karma picks up Jared, brings him into the corner and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Jared around, Karma unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. While Jared is doubled over, Karma tags in Mangold to boos from the crowd. Mangold sizes up Jared before unleashing a series of knee strikes to the midsection. He then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts of his own. After leaning Jared up again the corner, Mangold chokes Jared 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...

Mangold lets go... only to step back and choke Jared with his foot. The crowd boos as Jared can be heard groaning in pain.

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

Mangold reluctantly breaks the hold. He then grabs Jared by the throat and launches him towards the center of the ring. Jared sits up and arches his back in pain. Mangold goes over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. He then reaches down, grabs Jared by the hair and brings him back up to his feet. A hard knee strike to the midsection doubles Jared over. Mangold then knocks him down to the canvas with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. He then reaches down, grabs Jared, runs and throws him down onto the canvas. Jared slides across the ring, slides under the bottom rope and lands stomach-first onto the floor.

Grayson: Hey, how come no one told me there was a Slip-N-Slide in the ring?

The crowd boos as Jared curls up in pain. Karma, Black and Grey then hop to the floor and put the boots to Jared as the crowd boos. Karma picks up Jared, lifts up his arm and connects with a heart punch, knocking him back down to boos from the crowd. After Karma rolls Jared back into the ring, Mangold heads over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Karma then goes over and kicks Jared's foot off the bottom rope. Mangold then remakes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Jared was able to get his shoulder up. But man is he taking a beating in there.

Grayson: I guess someone should have never come back. But then again, that's what happens when you're in the ring with Johnny Karma and Alistair Mangold. You get outclassed and you get dominated.

Mangold picks up Jared and whips him into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Mangold goes for a clothesline. But Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, he goes for a cross body block. But Mangold catches him in mid air to boos from the crowd. After walking Jared around the ring, Mangold heads over towards the corner with Herrera, Jaxie and Sands. After barking insults at all three of them, Mangold hurls Jared across the ring with a fallaway slam to boos from the crowd. He then gets up and jiggles his pecs before turning his attention back to Jared.

Grayson: I'm not sure what was more impressive: that fallaway slam or that pec jiggle.

Clement: Oh stop!

As Mangold slowly picks him up, Jared begins to fight back with elbows to the midsection. But Mangold stops the comeback by grabbing Jared by the waist and delivering an overhead gutwrench throw. The crowd boos as Mangold heads over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Mangold picks up Jared, delivers a double leg pick up and them rams him back-first into the corner. He then tags Karma back in to boos from the crowd.

Once Karma gets in, he proceeds to stomp Jared down into the corner. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, he sizes up Jared before running back into the corner. Karma then springboards up, swings and connects with the Kodak Moment to boos from the crowd. He then drags Jared from out of the corner and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jared has taken a lot of punishment in this match. But he has not given up.

Grayson: Well that's simply because he doesn't know any better.

As Karma picks up Jared, Jared begins to fight back with elbows to the midsection. The crowd cheers as Jared begins to connect with a series of right hands. While Karma is dazed, Jared runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Karma lifts him up, turns and throws him down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He then rolls across Jared and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jared gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Karma picks up Jared and goes for Sugar Ray Karma. But before he can cap things off with the right hook, Jared ducks, jumps up from behind and delivers a reverse bulldog to cheers from the crowd. With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Jared slowly turns over and begins to crawl over towards his corner. Meanwhile, Karma is still down on his back.

Ref: …................ FIVE …............................ SIX..............

Jared continues to crawl towards his corner while Karma slowly turns over...

Ref: ….......... SEVEN............. EIGHT.............. NINE.............

Karma reaches up and tags in Black to boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Jared dives over and tags in Herrera to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Black and Herrera are now racing to the center of the ring!

As both men run towards the center of the ring, Herrera knocks Black down with a running shoulder block. Black gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with a clothesline. Black gets back up, but Herrera sends him back down with another clothesline. When Black gets up, Herrera lifts him up and delivers an inverted atomic drop to cheers from the crowd. He then hoists Black up onto his shoulders for the Walking Papers to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos when Mangold darts across the ring and spears down Herrera.

Grayson: Spear! Spear! Mangold just speared Herrera right out of his boots!

Mangold stands over Herrera and poses to boos from the crowd. But when Mangold turns around, Sands runs across the ring and connects with the Sands Kick, knocking him down.

Clement: Hard flying kick to the face by Sands!

Grey then gets into the ring and attacks Sands from behind. He grabs Sands, hoists him up and drives him down with an implant DDT to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Jaxie runs across the ring and connects with a big boot to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And now Jaxie with a big boot!

When Jaxie turns around, Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets, knocking her down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: You want to talk about boots? Jaxie just got clocked with one hell of a boot by Karma.

But the boos turn to cheers as Jared grabs Karma from behind and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. Back in the ring, Jared turns into a boot to the midsection by Black, followed by a t-bone suplex. Black then picks up Jared and lifts him up across his shoulder. He goes for a running powerslam. But Jared slips down from behind and shoves Black into the ropes. When Black comes back, Jared connects with a spinning roundhouse kick. Black turns and stumbles into Jaxie, who grabs him, runs up the turnbuckle, flips over and delivers the Secondhand Rapture to cheers from the crowd. Sands then springboards up onto the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with the Sand Drop to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then goes over, picks up Black, lifts him up onto his shoulders and delivers the Walking Papers to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

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

Cruz: Here are your winners, DAN HERRERA, JAXIE WYATT, SEAN SANDS AND JARED JAMES!

The ref raises Herrera's, Jaxie's, Sands' and Jared's arms to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a win by the team of Herrera, Wyatt, Sands and James!

Grayson: Yay, good for them. It took four of them to beat one guy. Wow, they must be so proud of themselves.

Clement: Yet you were cheering when Jared was getting triple teamed multiple times on the outside!

Grayson: ...

As Herrera, Sands and Wyatt head up the aisle, Jared stays in the ring and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Karma spins him around and delivers a double leg takedown. He quickly transitions into the Karmic Crab to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Come on, Karma! You lost the match! There's no need for this!

The bell repeatedly rings as Karma keeps the hold applied. Jared can be heard groaning in pain as the ref tries to pull Karma off. But it's to no avail.

The crowd continues to boo. But the boos turn back to cheers as Herrera, Sands and Wyatt race back down to the ring. Upon seeing this, Karma quickly lets go and bails out of the ring. The crowd boos as Cherry raises Karma's arm in the air in "victory."

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

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

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond's Greatest FGA Moments

10.21.13
Dearborn, MI

As Bond stands up on his knees, Chaths goes for a buzzsaw kick. But Bond ducks, quickly gets up to his feet, grabs Chaths and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. He then reaches through the ropes, grabs Chaths and drags him into position across the middle rope. Bond looks around as the crowd cheers. He nods his head before planting Chaths with the Rejection to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no...

Clement: You know what comes next...

Bond crouches down as he waits patiently for Chaths to get up. Once Chaths finally gets up, Bond spins him around, grabs a hold of him and delivers his End of Days to cheers from the crowd. Bond makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“You Know My Name” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEW Pride Champion, CHRIS BOND!

The ref hands Bond the Pride Championship to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Bond's done it! Bond's done it! He's recaptured the Pride Championship! Honor has been restored to the Pride Championship!