Battleground 1.3 (2.1.14)

[FGA Office]

Jack Reynolds vs. Cyncity

As "Heir To the Throne" by I Am Abomination plays over the PA system, a man appears from behind the curtain. The man whom stands at five foot eight, walks directly to the center of the entrance ramp, sending a cold glaze of a stare towards all of the crowd. Jack drops to a knee, then lowers his other knee, so that he is on both knees. Jack then proceeds by letting both of his arms go outwards as to embrace whatever reaction it is the crowd is throwing at him, may it be positive or negative. A smirk envelopes his face as he twist his head off to the left and spits into the crowd, to their dismay of such actions. After a few more moments, Reynolds hops up to both of his feet and walks down the entrance ramp, both of his hands above his head, as if to try and avoid touching the crowd, showing a sign of feeling greater than them.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 205 pounds... JACK REYNOLDS!

Once Reynolds reaches the bottom of the ramp, he circulates around the ring, a fan is cheering for him and is holding his hand out for a high five. Reynolds goes to give him one before retracting his hand unto his wet hair, gathering some of the moisture and flicking it into the fans eyes, as he smirks and sends a slight (calm) dash for the ring apron, bending in one knee as he slides up onto the apron, grasping the ropes as he hoist himself up to a full standing position. Jack flings his right arm across his chest to grasp the ring rope behind him, with a forceful pull of that particular rope, Wilhelm spins his entire body around, allowing his left arm to latch upon the same rope. Thus resulting in Reynolds having his arms upon the rope and leaning on said rope gazing out into the crowd, a style that drastically resembles one of Chris Jericho's. Once stand Jack enters the ring through the centre ropes and walks to the middle in a slight spin holding his hands up once more, resembling the same pose as on the stage. His theme begins to fade out from thus point.

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

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

Let’s go!

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 127 pounds... CYNCITY!

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

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

Lets go!

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

Clement: Before we get underway, I'd like to welcome Corey Lazarus to the booth tonight.

Lazarus: Thanks for having me, guys.

Grayson: I'm big a fan of your work, Mr. Lazarus.

Lazarus: Oh yeah? What's your favorite thing that I've done?

Grayson: There's so much...maybe The Black Circle? I thought it was robbed come award time.

Lazarus: That's...that's very cool and smart of you to say, Evan. What about you, Kevin?

Clement: Honestly, I can't say I've really seen anything you've done since On the Downside, but I really enjoyed it.

Lazarus: ...let's call the match...

The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. Reynolds quickly gains the upper hand by placing his opponent in a side headlock. But Cyncity begins to fight back, nailing him with several forearms to the ribs. Once the hold is loosened, she then shoves Reynolds off of her and into the ropes. But when Reynolds comes back, he knocks her down with a running shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He then heads into another set of ropes as Cyncity kips up to her feet. When Reynolds comes back, Cyncity leap frogs over him. Reynolds continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Cyncity brings him down with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Reynolds gets up, but Cyncity brings him back down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Some of the lucha libre influence from Cyncity on display.

Lazarus: Yes, because only Mexicans know how to do arm drags.

Clement: That's not what I said...!

Lazarus: Subtext, babe. Subtext.

Cyncity quickly transitions into a shoulder lock. The ref asks Reynolds if he wants to give up. But Reynolds just waves the ref away. After slowly battling his way back up to his feet, Reynolds then rolls forward, turns, flips over with a handstand and reverses into an arm wringer to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I can't understand why all of these people hate Jack Reynolds so much. I mean, look at the guy! He's a virtuoso!

Clement: He's also full of himself.

Lazarus: And he has every right to be. Look at him, being degraded by having to work with some part-time mommy who's lucky to even have a job after the shit she's pulled.

Grayson: Exactly!

Cyncity can be seen cringing in pain while the ref asks her if she wants to give up. But Cyncity refuses to quit. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, breaks free of Reynolds and counters with a step up enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. While Reynolds is down on one knee, Cyncity runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity makes the cover...

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Reynolds kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending Cyncity into the corner. Reynolds then runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Reynolds staggers back, Cyncity hoists herself up onto the middle ropes. She then dives off, going for a blockbuster. But Reynolds counters with a powerslam to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg...

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Cyncity kicks out.

Lazarus: See, she should've known that a technical guru like Jack Reynolds would catch her off guard right there. That's just too obvious a thing for an amateur to really understand, I guess.

Clement: And you didn't make mistakes earlier tonight?

Grayson: We should call the match going on right now and stop insulting our esteemed guest, Kevin!

Reynolds picks up Cyncity and nails her with an elbow strike, sending her stumbling into the ropes. Reynolds then makes his way over, grabs her by the arm and sends her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Reynolds goes for a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and runs into the ropes. When Reynolds turns around, Cyncity slides through his legs. When Reynolds turns around, Cyncity gets up off the canvas and throws out a kick to the midsection. But Reynolds catches her foot and spins her away from him. He quickly grabs her from behind and lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. But Cyncity rolls over his shoulder and shoves him into the ropes. When Reynolds comes back, he throws her down with a running STO to boos fro the crowd. He makes the cover.

Lazarus: See? THAT was beautiful!

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Cyncity kicks out.

Clement: The quick transitions?

Lazarus: No, Reynolds smashing a little girl down because she's trying to run with the big boys.

Reynolds picks up Cyncity and nails her with a punch to the midsection, doubling her over. He then goes for a vertical suplex, but Cyncity blocks the move. She quickly counters with a small package to cheers from the crowd...

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Reynolds kicks out.

Clement: You were saying?

Lazarus: Small packages aren't something one can scout all the time, Kevin. Maybe you should step into the ring and find that one out.

Grayson: Ouch...

After both grapplers scramble to get to their feet, Reynolds charges over at Cyncity. But Cyncity steps back, grabs the top rope and pulls down. Reynolds is then sent tumbling over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Lazarus: Now watch, Cyncity will do something death-defying and then marvel that she doesn't break a nail...

As Reynolds slowly gets up and turns around, Cyncity connects with a slingshot spiraling cross body, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: That was an INCREDIBLE move!

Lazarus: It was even better a decade ago when people could still be marveled by a couple of twists and flips. Hey, Cyn...

Cyncity looks over at Corey as he stands up, waving at her.

Lazarus: Hey, did Brandon teach you that before or after he said no to the strap on?

Cyncity grabs the glass of water placed before Corey on the table and splashes it in his face before picking up Reynolds and rolling him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, she waits impatiently for Reynolds to get back up.

Grayson: On behalf of Frontier Grappling Arts, Mr. Lazarus, I'd like to apologize for that...!

Lazarus: What the FUCK...I come here to this little place to lend some credibility to everything, and THIS is the thanks I get?!

Once Reynolds gets up and turns around, Cyncity goes for a springboard clothesline. But Reynolds catches her in mid air, hoists her up and delivers an elevated gutbuster to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover...

Lazarus: I'd say that was a miscarriage...of justice, but I don't want to have my mic cut.

Clement: ...sonuva...

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: And listen to these fans get behind Cyncity! It's downright disgusting after the way she treated the A-List Legend a few moments ago.

Lazarus: Really? They're getting behind her?

Clement: You must have water in your ears if you can't hear it, Corey.

Lazarus: Mr. Lazarus to you, Kevin.

Reynolds picks up Cyncity and shoves her into the corner. After making his way into the corner, he unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout of the arena. He then takes Cyncity and whips her across the ring. He follows her into the opposite corner. But Cyncity runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks him down with the Emphatic Whispers to cheers from the crowd. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Reynolds kicks out.

Lazarus: Good. Keep getting up, Jack. Show her what it means to be a real wrestler.

Cyncity picks up Reynolds and goes for an irish whip. But Reynolds reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she takes down Reynolds with a floatover swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Cyncity is starting to build some momentum.

Clement: She's been on fire tonight, and these people are just waiting for her to finish it all.

Lazarus: And Reynolds is waiting for the perfect moment to take her down.

Cyncity picks up Reynolds, kisses him on the cheek and then runs into the ropes. But when she comes back, Reynolds delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd.

Lazarus: YES! There it was! Now all he's got to do is stretch her and...

Reynolds picks up Cyncity and lifts her up for a shotgun stunner. But Cyncity slips down from behind, grabs him by the arm and delivers the Breathtaker to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Reynolds gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: With everything she's done tonight alone, how can you keep harping on her?

Lazarus: Because I'm the L-A-Z, that's why.

Grayson: Does it have anything to do with some of the disparaging remarks she's made about you?

Lazarus: Absolutely. Glass houses, stones, blah blah blah.

Clement: That's a little petty, don't you think?

Lazarus: As petty as some twat who has done little beyond riding the coattails of others mocking somebody that made their own legacy, I'd say.

After picking up Reynolds and nailing him with a barrage of forearm strikes to the face, she then knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. After delivering a kiss on the cheek, Cyncity runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she turns Reynolds inside out with Beauty and the Knee to cheers from the crowd. After dragging him into position and turning him over on his back, Cyncity steps through the ropes. After making her way to the top turnbuckle, Cyncity flips off and connects with the Standing Ovation to cheers and applause from the crowd. She makes the cover.

Lazarus: Okay, I'll admit it...she's good...

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THREE!

“Let's Go (Vicetone Remix)” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CYNCITY!

The ref raises Cyncity's arm in the air to cheers from the crowd. She then turns and looks right at Lazarus, who is staring a hole right through her.

[FGA Office]

(With the roar of the crowd still behind, the scene is transistioned to Spencer Burke, standing in the hallway just outside the locker room whilst holding a microphone.)

Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...Madman Szalinski.

(Szalinski, in a plain black mask over a Cheap White Foam T-shirt and jeans, walks up beside Spencer while looking back the other way briefly. He turns back when Spencer finishes speaking.)

Burke: Madman, I think I know what's about to happen here, so I'm just going to let you take over and speak your piece.

Madman: Thank you...

(Madman looks up at the camera, heavy-headed. )

Madman: Well, guys, I ain't gonna lie. I'm not doing too good. The Shoot Kings aren't doing so hot. To put it bluntly, our contracts for FGA are as a team. If I can't work, Graham can't work no matter how healthy he is. If we can't work, there are a LOT of people trying to get into FGA who can. I was here earlier to support Annie Zellor, one of the people who might get my spot. But as far as Graham and I go...we've decided to step back, and let somebody else get a shot at being on the FGA roster. I might be able to come back tomorrow, I might not ever be able to come back...I really don't know. I just know that it's not fair to keep drawing a paycheck when I'm not in that ring earning it. So guys, that's it...the shoot is over.

(Boos are rampant throughout the building, with Spencer shaking his head. Madman is rubbing his temples, but looks up one last time.)

Burke: We're very sorry to hear that, this leaves a very large hole in our tag team division. But Madman Szalinski has said it here live, the Shoot Kings...

Madman: I just want to leave you with one thought.

Burke: Okay.

(Madman stares off into space, stepping back to walk away.)

Madman: If I could come back, would I?

(The boos are now accompanied by a dull roar of uncertainty amongst the crowd. A silent Spencer Burke merely stands alone after Madman departs, nothing left to do but fade the scene away.)

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

...Spoken...

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

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

(Dan does not appear interested in playing up his entrance for the crowd. Dan walks down the ramp nodding at fans but not shaking hands and slapping fives as he usually does on the way down to the ring. Dan gets to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He walks over immediately to Manny Cruz’s side of the ring and asks for a microphone. Cruz tosses him one and he heads to the middle of the ring and waits for the crowd to die down.)

Dan Herrera: “If you follow me on twitter, if you were a former GDW fan, basically if you’re not living under a rock, you know that me and Andreas Lasiewicz hate each other. What once was a great friendship is nothing more than ash at this point. Earlier tonight Andreas Lasiewicz confronted me in the back, and as you saw, it once again ended with security breaking things up. And of course, right before I exacted a bit of revenge for receiving this at Battle Without Honor or Humanity.”

(Dan is pointing to the large cut on the top of his forehead.)

Dan Herrera: “I’m tired of the way things keep happening between me and him. No one gets the upper hand and there’s a weekly banter between us two with no real bragging rights to anyone. No one can say what WOULD have happened. Even if Lasiewicz wants to pretend that because of his ‘legacy’ that I would stand no chance.”

(Dan paces around the ring.)

Dan Herrera: “So like I said, I used to be friends with Lassie, which means I have his phone number. So here in front of god and country, I’m going to call him. So when he bitches out, we will all hear it. No one will be able to say I’m making it up. That it never happened. I want a fight. I want an end to this story. I want to break Andreas Lasiewicz.”

(Dan pulls out his cell phone. He holds it out as he looks over his contact list. Finally he finds the number that he is looking for and puts the phone to the ear. With his other hand he holds the microphone to his mouth. The phone rings in Dan’s ear but not over the loudspeaker. Only Dan’s side of the conversation can be heard.)

Dan Herrera: “Lassie?... Yeah it’s me jackass… This backstage fighting is leading nowhere. Let’s put an end to it!... No, we’re doing it in FGA… So you’re not going to puss out?... Good. Then it’s Dan Herrera versus Andreas Lasiewicz at International Incident… Yeah ok, it’s your funeral bastard.”

(Dan slams the phone shut and puts it back into his pocket.)

Dan Herrera: “Well there you have it. He manned up. We all heard it. At International Incident, I end this ridiculous performance.”

(Dan tosses the microphone to Manny Cruz and rolls out of the ring as “Dangerous Business since 1979” plays over the loudspeaker. Dan heads up the ramp as the camera heads back to the commentators desk.)

Grayson: How about that? Andreas in an FGA ring again? It's going to be Herrer'a funeral!

Clement: It's always a treat when Andreas Lasiewicz steps into an FGA ring. He came extremely close to taking the Pride Championship out of FGA back at Above & Beyond II. But this time, there aren't any titles on the line. This time, it's personal. This issue between him and Herrera goes far back. Hopefully, things will get settled once and for all at International Incident.

[FGA Office]

Chris Bond's Greatest FGA Moments

Battleground 1.2
Pittsburgh, PA

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!"]

[FGA Office]

“Carpe Diem” by August Burns Red begins to play over the speakers. Riley Owens walks down the entrance ramp; he is handed a mic as he slides into ring.

Riley Owens: Wrestling is all about opportunities. If you make the best of the opportunities you are given, then you have a chance move up the ranks; and, if you squander those opportunities, then there is a chance that you get passed by.

On the last show, Ryan Kidd was given a great opportunity.

Sean Sands, former FGA Heavyweight Champion, challenged Kidd to a match at International Incident. What an opportunity that would have been for Kidd. Win, lose, or draw, his stock would have risen by wrestling in that match.

But, I’ve recently been told that Kidd has not accepted the challenge.

What a wasted opportunity!

Now, I don’t about you fans, but I hate to see a great potential match fall to the wayside. So, I have a proposal to make. And Sean, if you are back there, I’d like you to be out here in the ring for this proposal.

Suddenly, “Rise” by Skillet begins to blare throughout the arena and through the curtain steps Sean Sands, still dressed in his ring gear and wearing his latest tee. Looking at Owens with a confused look on his face, Sands makes his way down to the ring and enters it, keeping his eyes on Owens. Sean is handed a mic by a worker close by and he leans back in the near corner as he listens on for the proposal.

Riley Owens: Thank you for coming out.

Ever since I’ve joined Frontier, I’ve had to prove myself. Each and every week I walk out here and leave everything I’ve got in the ring. It’s been a challenging road thus far, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I didn’t sign to Frontier so that I could fade into the background; I signed here because this company has some of the best wrestlers in the world…

...Including you, Sean.

Now, I realize that I’m not Ryan Kidd. But, I’m just as talented as Kidd. But, I’m just a little bit hungrier than Kidd is.

So Sean, if you are still looking for match, then I’m willing to step into the ring with you; I’m not one to shy away from a match.

Sean looks at the young man almost in disbelief. The audience itself is cheering at the bold move just made by Riley Owens. Sean leans off of the corner and walks up to Riley, looking at him with a stoic expression on his face before a small smile appears.

Sean Sands: I gotta say, I’m pleasantly surprised at this. I gotta give you the thumbs up, kid. You’ve got balls.

The audience itself lets out a cheer, but Sean looks to the near camera and mouths the words “That’s not fineable, right?”, before turning back to Riley.

Sean Sands: You come out here and you talk about opportunity. I respect that. If you know a little about me, I paved my way to the FGA Heavyweight championship via opportunity. I earned the opportunity to be in the FGA Lions Cup last year and won it to earn myself a shot at the title. And now, you’re standing right here in front of me, challenging me? I gotta applaud that. We all have to.

Sean tries to get the audience clapping along with him and most of them do. A small smile escapes Riley’s face as Sean raises the mic back up to his lips.

Sean Sands: To make it official, I accept your challenge. This match is gonna be all about opportunity and I know you’ll give it your all against me, kid.

Sands sticks out his free hand, looking for a handshake. Owens reaches forward and shakes Sands’ hand as the scene fades out with the audience cheering. But the cheers quickly turn back to boos as Jack Reynolds steps through the curtain. He crosses his arm as he stares at both men...

[FGA Office]

(We cut to the backstage where a camera is running frantically around the backstage area. After several sharp turns, there's a commotion heard in the distance. As the camera approaches, the voices get louder and louder. The camera then pans over to reveal two members of The Murder, Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter.)

Dom Harter: That son of a bitch...

(Harter drops down to the floor. He puts his hand gently on Bob Pooler's unconscious body. A pool of broken glass and whiskey, now mixed with blood, surrounds Pooler on the floor. Malcolm snarls before kicking the door in anger.)

Malcolm Drake: I'll get some help...

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

In 2012, FGA started a Chase for the Crown...

Jared gets up and slowly makes his way across the ring. He crouches down and waits for Tomkins to get up. When Tomkins finally gets up and turns around, Jared kicks him in the midsection and goes for the I-35 Drive. But Tomkins rolls through it, lifts up Jared and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He then nails Jared with a roundhouse kick, followed by a spinning back fist. He then kicks Jared in the midsection, turns him around, grabs him from behind and delivers the Epica. The crowd cheers. Tomkins then picks up Jared, scoops him up and throws him down with the Finishing Touch. He hooks the leg. 1...............................2.........................3. The crowd cheers.

Cruz: Here is your Chase for the Crown tournament winner.............. and NEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL TOMKINS!

In 2013, FGA held a battle for Pride...

Drake then picks up Hardaway, grabs his wrist and goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Hardaway ducks. When Drake turns around, Hardaway nails him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over, Hardaway grabs Drake and whips him into the corner. Hardaway then charges into the corner and connects with a corner Shining Wizard. The crowd cheers. He grabs Drake by the head and goes for a running bulldog. But Drake shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Hardaway connects with the Decap Lariat to cheers from the crowd. Hardway then picks up Drake, lifts him in the air and then drops him down into the The End of Heartache. The crowd cheers as Hardaway makes the cover.

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THREE!

Cruz: Here is your winner........ and the FIRST FGA Pride Champion, KEVIN HARDAWAY!

In 2013, FGA delivered some of the best tag team wrestling that the world had to offer...

Harter looks up at the ref in shock. But he quickly snaps out of it, sits Evangelista up and applies the Futility. The crowd boos as Harter cinches in the hold. The ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But she's barely responsive.

Clement: Dragon Sleeper applied by Harter. Can Evangelista fight this off? Can Evangelista hold on?

Hardy gets up and tries to climb back into the ring. But a yakuza kick to the side of the head from Drake sends her tumbling back out to the floor.

Back in the ring, the ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But Evangelista doesn't respond. So the ref raises her arm. The crowd sighs as the arm falls. The ref then raises her arm a second time. Evangelista's arm falls again. The ref then raises her arm for a third time. Evangelista's arm falls again. The crowd boos as the ref has no choice but to ring the bell.

“Superunknown” blares throughout the arena as the crowd boos.

Cruz: Here are your winners of the 2013 Dynamic Duos Tournament and the new Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, THE MURDER!

Now, in 2014, FGA gives a select few FGA grapplers the chance to start their own legacy. As the company expands, they still haven't forgotten their Mid-Atlantic roots. Despite traveling across the pond, a battle for the Mid-Atlantic will be held in a Battle Royal.

FGA introduces the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at...

[FGA Office]

Clement: I thought you said Chris Q wasn't here! I thought you said he wasn't in the building!

Grayson: He isn't in the building!

Clement: Oh give it a rest! He's clearly here! We just saw Bob Pooler laid out in the back! Just like Dom Harter was laid out in the back a month ago!

Grayson: Are you calling me a liar? Are you trying to blame Chris Q for something that he didn't do?

Clement: I'm just pointing out the facts...

MAIN EVENT
Jimmy Page vs. Riley Owens

“Carpe Diem” by August Burns Red begins to play over the speakers. Owens walks out onto the entrance ramp. He adjusts his wrist tape and then slowly walks down the ramp.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 200 pounds... RILEY OWENS!

Owens slides into the ring. He heads to the nearest turnbuckle; he climbs the turnbuckle and raises a fist. The hops off the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent.

Clement: Riley Owens issued a challenge to Sean Sands and that challenge was accepted for International Incident.

Grayson: What is this young man doing? He's already scheduled to face Jack Reynolds. So why on earth is he now out here trying to take on Sean Sands?

Clement: It's a huge opportunity for the young man and I think he can make the most of it.

Grayson: It's not like it matters, anyway. Once Jimmy Page is done with him, they'll have to scrape up what's left of him off the canvas.

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

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

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

Clement: Speaking of International Incident, Jimmy Page will be defending his Pride Championship against Willow Swaine.

Grayson: Willow may be called "The Unstoppable Force." But she will definitely be put in her place by Jimmy Page at International Incident. He's already beaten her in tag team action. Now, all he has to do is finish her off one on one.

Clement: That's easier said than done. Willow has been just as impressive, if not more impressive, than Page.

Grayson: That's a lie and you know it. She may have only one loss to her name. But I don't see any belts around her waist. And at International Incident, that won't change. That loss she has on her record? That came from Jimmy Page. And so will her next loss on iPay Per View.

The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring. After staring each other down, Page piefaces Owens, sending him stumbling back to boos from the crowd.

Clement: And look at this blatant show of disrespect by Page!

Grayson: Riley Owens doesn't deserve his respect.

Owens makes his way over to Page and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Owens places Page in a side headlock. But Page shoves Riley off of him and into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page throws out a lariat. But Riley ducks. When Page turns around, Riley unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest to cheers from the crowd. He then kicks Page in the midsection before hitting a snap suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Riley picks up Page and places him in another side headlock. But again, Page shoves Riley off of him and into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page delivers a kitchen sink to the midsection. The crowd boos as Riley flips over his knee and falls to the canvas. Page goes over, picks up Riley and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Page approaches, Riley throws out a kick to the midsection. He connects with another kick... and another. He then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses and sends Riley into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page throws him down with a back body drop to boos from the crowd. Page scurries over and makes the cover...

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Riley kicks out.

Clement: Things aren't looking so good for the young man out of Miami.

Grayson: Yeah, and they won't be looking much better at International Incident. But this is the bed he made...

Page picks up Riley and rakes him across the eyes, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Page then comes up from behind and nails him with a clubbing shot to the back, dropping Riley down to one knee. Page then reaches down and presses Riley's neck down across the middle rope, choking him to boos from the crowd. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Page lets go. He then runs into the ropes while Riley is still leaning across the middle rope. When Page comes back, he runs, jumps and delivers a flying knee to the back of Riley. The crowd boos as Riley falls off the ropes and to the canvas. Page quickly drops down and makes the cover.

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Riley reaches over and grabs the bottom rope with his right hand.

Page then gets up, drags Riley away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Riley gets his right arm up.

Page then gets up, grabs Riley by his right arm and yanks him up to his feet. He then knocks Riley down with a short-arm clothesline to boos from the crowd. Without letting go of Riley's wrist, Page yanks him back up to his feet, only to knock him back down with another short-arm clothesline. Page still doesn't let go of the wrist, though. He yanks Riley back up and goes for another short-arm clothesline. But Riley ducks and counters with a ripcord lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Clement: Great counter there by Riley, but it only gets two. Riley can hit hard. But Page hits just as hard, if not harder. He can't just trade strikes with Page. He's going to have to take him off his feet.

Riley picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Riley into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page goes for a back elbow to the face. But Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page throws out the Concussion. But again, Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he knocks down Page with a diving single leg dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Page gets back up, but Riley knocks him back down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Page gets back up, Riley unleashes a series of alternating shoot kicks to the midsection and the back of the thigh. He then follows up with a rolling solebutt to the midsection, doubling Page over. Riley runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a high knee lift that sends Page stumbling back. While the Pride Champion is dazed, Riley runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, Page grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos as Riley cringes in pain.

Grayson: Weeeeeee! Riley can fly!

Page rolls to the outside before putting the boots to Riley. He then picks up Riley, lifts him up into a bear hug position and then rams him back-first into the side of the ring. Page follows up with a scoop slam on the floor to boos from the crowd. Riley can be seen arching his back in pain.

Clement: Riley already took a hard fall to the outside. That slam to the floor isn't helping.

Grayson: Would you like Page to give him a pillow?

Page picks up Riley and slams his head onto the apron. Riley then stumbles around ringside and into the barricade. Page then goes over, brings Riley away from the barricade and delivers a double underhook suplex on the floor to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Riley is looking worse for wear. And he foolishly got himself another opponent for International Incident? Tisk, tisk, tisk. This guy may not make it out of February.

Page rolls back into the ring, then back out to restart the count. He goes over, picks up Riley and whips him hard into the barricade. After his back connects with the barricade, Riley crumbles to the floor. He can be seen arching his back as he groans in pain. But Page has no sympathy for his opponent as he goes over and puts the boots to him. He then picks up Riley, lifts him up and delivers a powerbomb against the ring post to boos from the crowd.

Clement: He just threw Riley against that ring post!

Grayson: Someone may want to tell Riley to go ahead and throw in the towel.

As Riley is down in immense pain, Page picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in before making the cover.

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Riley gets his foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How did he get his shoulder up?

Angered, Page yanks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Page delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd. Riley can be heard groaning in agony as Page makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What is this kid doing? Just stay down.

Page slaps the canvas three times before holding three fingers up at the referee. He then picks up Riley before whipping him hard into the corner. Riley arches his back in pain upon contact. After sizing him up, Page runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to cheers from the crowd. After stumbling back, Page shakes off the attack. He then runs right back into the corner. But this time, he runs into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Page stumbles back, Riley comes from out of the corner. But Page scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker, deflating the crowd. He then makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: No matter how many times he gets knocked down, Riley will not stay down.

Grayson: Well he should.

Page grits his teeth as he begins tugging at his hair. He then rolls over, mounts himself on top of Riley and hammers away with wild rights and lefts to boos from the crowd. Riley tries to cover up, but some of the blows still connect. He then gets up to his feet and begins to stomp away at Riley's stomach and chest.

While Riley is curled up in pain, Page storms over to the turnbuckles. He grabs the top turnbuckle pad and rips it off, exposing the steel turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Come on, Page, this isn't needed.

The ref quickly goes over and demands that Page puts the padding back in. Page responds by waving the pad in the ref's face... only to then throw it out of the ring. The crowd boos as Page goes back into the corner and rips off the middle turnbuckle pad, exposing yet another steel turnbuckle.

Clement: Come on, Page, please...

Grayson: Sometimes, young men like Riley have to learn the hard way.

As Page goes back over to pick up Riley, Riley rolls him up in a small package to cheers from the crowd.

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Page kicks out.

As Riley tries to get up, Page quickly darts over and blasts him in the face with the Trauma Symphony to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Knee to the face by Page!

Grayson: So much for that comeback!

Page goes over, picks up Riley and hoists him up onto his shoulders. He runs forward, going for a turnbuckle powerbomb. But Riley counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Riley with a counter! Riley with the hurricanrana!

As Riley slowly gets up, Page runs over and throws out a lariat. But Riley ducks. When Page turns around, he turns right into a pinning backfist to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Page gets rocked with that right hand!

While Page is wobbled, Riley turns him around and goes for an Everest German Suplex, but Riley pulls something in his back, causing him to loosen his grip. After Page elbows him in the face, he runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, Riley clocks him with a high roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. He then falls on top of Page before hooking the leg.

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Page gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Riley picks up Page, places him in a cravate and proceeds to deliver a series of knee strikes to the face to cheers from the crowd. Once Riley lets go, he whips a dazed Page into the ropes. When Page come back, Riley knocks him down with the Cyclone Kill to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Page and places him in a sleeper hold from behind to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: He's got the sleeper locked on!

Riley tries to lift him up. But a jolt of pain causes Riley to cringe in pain. After gritting his teeth, Riley hurls Page over his head, delivering the sleeper suplex to cheers from the crowd. But Riley doesn't go over and make the cover. Instead, he turns over onto his stomach and holds his back in pain.

Clement: Riley hits the sleeper suplex!

Grayson: But he can't make the cover. He's too hurt...

Both Page and Riley begin to slowly push themselves up off the mat. Once Riley sees this, he gets up to his feet. He then runs over and goes for Unnecessary Roughness. But Page rolls out of the way. When Riley turns around, Page runs over and knocks him down with a yakuza kick. He then picks up Riley, hoists him up, runs and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb into the exposed turnbuckles. Riley crumbles to the canvas. His body begins to spasm to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Dammit Page!

Grayson: You see that right there, Kev? That's Willow Swaine's future at International Incident.

Page reaches down, grabs Riley, lifts him back up... and then drive shim back down with Nirvana. The crowd boos as Page turns him over and makes the cover.

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“They Are Lost” blares throughout the arena to a downpour of boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE!

The ref goes to hand the Pride Championship back to Page. Page then snatches the belt away before shoving the referee down. He then crouches down and clutches the belt, waiting impatiently for Riley to get up.

Clement: Don't do this, Page! You won the match! Don't do this to him!

Page begins yelling at Riley, demanding that he get up. The crowd continues to boo as Page can't wait to knock Riley's head off. But the boos turn to cheers as Willow Swaine runs down the aisle.

Grayson: What is she doing here?

Willow runs around ringside and then rolls into the ring. When she stands up, she stands right in front of Riley. She dares Page to hit her to cheers from the crowd. Page looks around as Willow waves him on.

Clement: He's not such a tough guy now. Go ahead and try it that on Willow.

Page looks right at Willow. He motions towards her. But then he stops, drops and rolls out of the ring to a downpour of boos.

Clement: That's what I thought.

Grayson: He spared her tonight! He spared Willow Swaine here tonight! She'll get hers at International Incident!

Willow climbs up onto the middle rope and moves her hands around her waist, signaling for Page's title belt. But Page just shakes his head as he raises the Pride Championship to boos from the crowd.

"Are We All We Are" blasts over the PA as Willow helps Riley up to his feet. She then raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd. Willow heads over into the corner, climbs up to the second turnbuckle and points directly at Page. But Page isn't having any of it as he storms off...