International Incident (iPPV)

[FGA Office]

In 1849, California Gold Rush era....

Treasure seekers the world over streamed to California looking for a quick fortune. 

Just over 150 years later, Frontier Grappling Arts witnessed the event again. 

This time, in Washington, D.C. Over 20 of FGA's grappler's will meet up in the ring for one night only. 

It's a shot at glory. 

It's a shot at gold. 

There can only be one.

Saturday, April 19.

Who will be the last grappler standing?

[FGA Office]

Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship Match
(c) The Murder vs. Super Mario Wrestling Bros

"Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as the SMWB step through the curtain to cheers from the crowd. After looking around at the crowd and nodding their heads in approval, the SMWB jump up and races down the aisle.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 373 pounds! They are the team of Max Powers and Landon Knight, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS!

After sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, they push themselves up and head into opposite corners. After climbing up onto the second rope and trowing their index finger in the air, they climb to the top turnbuckle and backflip off, landing safely on their feet in the ring to cheers.

Clement: The Super Mario Wrestling Bros look pumped and ready for their Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Championship Match. They've finally arrived at the big dance. But is this the night that they take that next step? Is this the night where they do the unthinkable and become champions?

Grayson: They've got tons of potential. But this is The Murder that we're talking about here. If no one else could do it, I don't think the SMWB can. At least not right now.

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus as Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler burst through the curtain. Drake stops beyond the curtain, casting wary sideways glances at the fans along ringside. Pooler smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail.

Cruz: And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 408 pounds! They are the reigning... defending... Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions! They are the team of Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler, THE MURDER!

Drake recoils from those fans that attempt to touch him, screaming at them and smacking himself in the head along the way to the ring. Drake slides until the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. Pooler rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match. Drake slides under the bottom rope on his stomach and crawls to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; his hair draped over his face.

Clement: The Murder are two-time Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions. They've survived Ultimate Endurance. They've beaten Bloodbath & Beyond, The Shoot Kings, The Usual Suspects and the U.K. Dragons, just to name a few. Will they add the Super Mario Wrestling Bros to their list tonight?

Grayson: The SMWB have been fortunate to not have crossed The Murder until now. Every other team that has crossed them has never been the same. Every other team that has crossed them has lost to them. What do you think is going to happen?

The bell sounds as Bob Pooler and Landon Knight start things off. They go to lock up. Pooler quickly places Landon in a side headlock. But Landon slips out and reverses into a hammerlock. Pooler then leans forward and counters into a hammerlock of his own. But Landon reaches back, elbows him in the face and then snapmares him down to the canvas. He quickly runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Landon picks up Pooler and delivers an arm wringer. But Pooler quickly reaches over, grabs Landon by the wrist and delivers an arm wringer of his own to boos from the crowd. The ref asks Landon if he wants to give up. But Landon refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own to cheers from the crowd. Pooler then goes over towards the ropes. After grappling the top rope with his free hand, Pooler performs a back flip and follows up with an arm wringer of his own to boos from the crowd. Landon then rolls forward, rolls back, flips over with a headstand and counters with an arm wringer of his own to cheers from the crowd. Pooler then runs towards the corner. He runs up to the top turnbuckle, dives off and throws Landon down with a flying arm drag to boos from the crowd.

Pooler gets up and runs into the ropes as Landon gets up to his feet. When Pooler comes back, Landon leap frogs over him. Pooler continues to run into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Landon looks over his shoulder and leap frogs over Pooler again. Pooler continues to run into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Landon throws him down with an overhead arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Landon knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Pooler gets back up, but Landon throws him down with a deep arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler gets up to his feet, Landon runs into the ropes. When Landon comes back, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Pooler stumbling through the ropes and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Some fast-paced action in the early goings of this match. Landon gains the upperhand. And it looks like he's about to take the fight to the outside...

While Pooler is slowly getting up on the outside, Landon runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a suicide dive to the outside. But Malcolm Drake runs along the apron and catches him with a perfectly timed knee lift to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: ... or not.

Once Pooler rolls himself back into the ring, he gets up and tags in Drake. The crowd boos as the Head Crow gets in the ring. He picks up Landon, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He proceeds to pummel Landon down in the corner with a series of right hands to the face. After delivering a series of facewashes with the heel of his boot, Drake runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running facewash to boos from the crowd. He then drags Landon from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Landon kicks out.

After Pooler drapes his leg across the top rope, Drake takes Landon, runs and slams his head against the sole of Pooler's boot. The crowd boos as Pooler gets his leg down from the rope and tags himself in. After switching spots with Drake, Pooler takes Landon and whips him into the ropes. Max Powers reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Landon comes back, he slides through Pooler's legs. When Pooler turns around, Landon pushes himself up and runs at Pooler. Pooler goes for a running clothesline. But Landon ducks and baseball slides out of the ring. When Pooler turns around, he gets knocked down by a springboard front dropkick by Max.

Clement: A nice little switcheroo there by the SMWB. Max makes the cover....

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Pooler kicks out.

Max picks up Pooler, tags Landon back in and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, the SMWB deliver a double hip toss, followed by a double cartwheel, followed by a double dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Landon makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Landon picks up Pooler and then tags Max back in. Once Max gets in, he runs into the ropes as Landon holds Pooler up with a bearhug. When Max comes back, he leaps of Landon's shoulders, taking down Pooler with a leg lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Clement: The Mario Bros have been effective thus far. They've been making quick tags, they've isolated Pooler...

Grayson: For now. But again, this is The Murder we're talking about here. They've survived No Disqualification matches. They've survived Ultimate Endurance. They've survived Steel Cage Mayhem. These men are battle tested. The SMWB may be in control for now. But will it last? I don't think so...

As Max picks up Pooler, Pooler nails him with a shoulder thrust to the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then connects with a European Uppercut that knocks Max down. After picking Max back up, Pooler goes for an irish whip. But Max reverses, sending Pooler into the corner. Max runs, jumps and goes for a flying discus punch. But Pooler rolls out of the way, causing Max to crash into the corner. As Max stumbles back, Pooler heads over and tags Drake back in.

After sizing each other up, Drake and Max begin to circle the ring. As they head towards the center of the ring, they motion to lock up. But Drake quickly cheap shots him with a kick to the midsection, resulting in boos from the crowd. He then grabs Max by the head and gouges his eyes as he moves him back into the corner. The ref quickly goes over and gives Drake until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake reluctantly lets go. He then takes Max, places him in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending him stumbling into the corner where he's met with a punch from Pooler. The crowd boos as Drake heads over and tags Pooler in. Pooler quickly steps through the ropes and lights up Max's chest with a knife-edge chop. He then takes Max and whips him into the ropes. When Max comes back, Pooler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Max hurdles over him and runs into the ropes. When Pooler turns around, he knocks Max down with a dropsault to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Max kicks out.

Pooler picks him up, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Max around and unleashes a series of shoulder thrust to the midsection. Pooler then stands up on the middle ropes, reaches his right foot over and chokes Max while he pulls back on the top rope. The crowd boos as Max flails his arms around.

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

Pooler lets go and drops back down. He then grabs Max, goes over and tags Drake back in. When Drake gets back in, The Murder take Max and whip him into the ropes. When Max comes back, they knock him down with a double running shoulder block to boos from the crowd. As Pooler heads back out onto the apron, Drake makes the cover.

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Max kicks out.

Grayson: Like I said, the SMWB may have been in control. But it wasn't going to last. The Murder are the reason that there is tag team wrestling in FGA. They've set the standard. And they're showing you exactly why they were the Tag Team of 2013.

Drake picks up Max and nails him with a forearm strike to the face, sending him stumbling over into the ropes. After going over and grabbing Max, Drake goes for an irish whip. But Max reverses, sending Drake into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Max bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake counters with a jumping stomp to the back of the head. The crowd boos as he turns Max over and makes the cover.

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Max gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Drake just drove Max face-first into the canvas. But the Mario Bro was able to get his shoulder up. What do the SMWB need to do to win this match?

Grayson: Oh I don't know. Maybe get a Star or a Fire Flower...

Drake picks up Max, places him in a front facelock, walks back towards his corner and lets Pooler tag himself back in. Pooler then heads up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a diving double ax handle smash across the back. Max drops down to his knees in pain. Pooler then reaches down, picks him back up, snapmares him over and delivers a stiff kick to the back, followed by a stiff kick to the chest that knocks him flush against the canvas. He then heads into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, he connects with a jumping senton splash to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Max gets his shoulder up.

Pooler picks up Max and whips him into the corner. Pooler then runs across the ring, leaps up into the air and connects with a corner hang time dropkick to boos from the crowd. After Max crumbles from out of the corner, he makes the cover.

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Max gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Pooler then picks up Max, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as he tags Drake back in.

Clement: Speed and agility are the Mario Bros' biggest strengths. And The Murder has pretty much neutralized them over the last several minutes. They've made frequent tags, isolated the ring and have kept Max grounded.

Grayson: This is what The Murder do. They grind down the opposition until they get them right where they want them. I bet the Super Mario Wrestling Bros are really starting to regret running their mouths at The Murder.

Once Drake gets in, he nails Max with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then sizes up Max before rocking him with a forearm strike to the jaw. He then lunges forward and chokes Max with both hands to boos from the crowd. The ref gives Drake until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Drake reluctantly lets go. He then follows up with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. While Max is dazed, Drake runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Drake comes back, he charges forward and connects with a Cactus Clothesline, sending them both over the top rope and to the floor. Back in the ring, Landon steps into the ring, runs across it and knocks Pooler off the apron and to the floor with a front dropkick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Pooler just got knocked off the apron and he never even saw it coming!

Grayson: Yeah, it was a cheap shot!

Landon then gets up before stepping out onto the apron. When Drake gets back up, Landon runs along the apron and connects with a soccer kick to the face. When he turns around, he runs to kick Pooler in the face. Pooler takes a swipe at his legs to try and trip him up. But Landon jumps over his arm. When Pooler turns around, Landon connects with another soccer kick to the face, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. When Pooler gets up and turns around, Landon connects with a springboard moonsault to the outside to cheers from the crowd.

Max then rolls back into the ring. Once he sees Drake getting up on the outside, he runs into the ropes. When Max comes back, he runs across the ring and leaps through the ropes, going for a suicide dive. But Drake counters with an a jumping Ace Crusher in mid air on the outside, resulting in boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver by Malcolm Drake!

Grayson: He couldn't have timed that better!

Drake picks up Max and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back into the ring and makes the cover.

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Max gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Drake picks up Max and whips him into the corner. As Drake follows him into the corner, Max grabs a hold of the top ropes and tries to vault himself backwards over the oncoming Drake. But Drake grabs him over his shoulder, runs across the ring and delivers a snake eyes across the top rope. As Max stumbles back, Drake runs into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he goes for a yakuza kick. But Max catches his foot. He then spins Drake around. When Drake comes back, Max kicks him in the midsection and then plants him with It's-A-Me-DT to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Max just dropped Drake right on his head with that DDT!

With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Landon can be seen climbing back up onto the apron. He claps his hands together, trying to rally the crowd while also trying to will his partner over to their corner.

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

Max turns over and begins to slowly crawl towards Landon. Meanwhile, Pooler is back up on the apron and repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle pad. He can be heard screaming at Drake to tag him in.

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

Drake reaches up and tags Pooler in to boos from the crowd. He quickly scurries over and grabs Max by the ankle. After dragging him back towards the center of the ring, Pooler turns Max over and goes for an elbow drop. But Max rolls out of the way. So Pooler gets up and goes for another elbow drop. But again, Max rolls out of the way. Pooler then gets up, runs and goes for a jumping elbow drop. But Max rolls underneath the bottom rope and out onto the apron. As both both men get up, Max delivers a shoulder thrust through the ropes, doubling Pooler over. He then springboards onto the top rope and knocks him down with a Mushroom Stomp to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: He's knocked Pooler down. He's got to make the tag.

Grayson: He's got to get the fresh man in...

After getting up on all fours, Max continues to crawl over towards his corner. But Drake quickly gets in the ring, scurries over in front of him and applies a front facelock to boos from the crowd. Max reaches his arms out. But he's not close enough to make the tag.

Clement: Malcolm Drake, who isn't even in the legal man, cuts Max off.

Grayson: Hey, those belts are on the line. You do what you need to do...

Drake continues to taunt Max and Landon to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Max counters with an inverted atomic drop to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Drake got a little cocky and now he's paying for it.

Max goes to kick Drake. But Drake catches his foot. So Max follows up with an enzuigiri. Drake ducks the kick. But Pooler ends up getting caught with the kick to cheers from the crowd. Drake then picks up Max and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then takes Max and goes for an irish whip. But Max reverses, sending Drake into the corner. Max then runs across the ring and connects with a Koopa Kick to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Drake's down! Pooler's down! Can Max finally get across the ring and tag Landon in!?

After Drake crumbles from out of the corner, Max pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes. He looks across the ring and sees Landon begging and pleading for the tag. So Max runs across the ring and then leaps up in the air to make the tag. But Pooler jumps up and spears him out of the air with the High Velocity Hug to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Trying to make the tag? Nope! Pooler just broke him in half with that High Velocity Hug!

Pooler quickly gets up, runs over and knocks Landon off the apron and to the floor. He then scurries back over to Max and makes the cover.

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Max gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Pooler repeatedly slaps the canvas before holding three fingers up at the ref.

Pooler picks up Max and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and goes for a running corner swinging clothesline. But Max moves out of the way, causing Pooler to crash into the corner to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nobody's home! Can Max finally make the tag!?

Max begins to crawl over towards his corner. But Drake quickly gets in and delivers a punt kick to the ribs to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Max and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Max hangs onto the ropes. He then lets go of the ropes, dives into his corner and tags Landon in.

Clement: There it is!

The crowd cheers as Landon springboards to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks Drake down with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He quickly kips back up to his feet and begins shaking his fists.

Landon picks up Drake and whips him into the corner. He then takes Pooler and whips him into the opposite corner. Landon then runs, jumps and connects with the Tail Attack on Pooler to cheers from the crowd. He then runs across the ring, leaps up and goes for a Tail Attack on Drake. But Drake moves out of the way, causing Landon to collide with the corner to boos from the crowd. As Landon stumbles from out of the corner, Drake blasts him with a rolling elbow.

Grayson: That's it. It's over...

Drake picks up Landon, grabs him from behind and goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Landon ducks, grabs Drake from behind and tosses him over the top rope. After Drake pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes, Landon knocks him off with a dropkick, sending him crashing against the barricade to cheers from the crowd. When Landon gets up and turns around, Pooler clocks him with Dr. Teeth to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Max breaks up the pin with a leg drop to cheers from the crowd.

As Max heads into the corner, Landon gets up and picks up Pooler. Once Max climbs up onto the middle ropes, the SMWB deliver the Dr. Mario Bomb to Pooler to cheers from the crowd. After Max rolls out onto the apron and then begins to climb the turnbuckles, Landon picks up Pooler and lifts him up across his shoulders. He then heads towards the corner and delivers a rolling fireman's carry slam, followed by a 450 Splash from Max, followed by a springboard Phoenix Splash from Landon, completing the Super Mash Melee to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

"Rockit" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners and the new Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS!

The ref goes over and hands the SMWB the Tag Title belts. Max and Landon then hug each other before heading into opposite corners and raises the titles in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: This can't be happening.

Clement: It is! The SMWB have done it! We've got new Tag Team Champions!

[FGA Office]

Ocean City - 5.12.13

As Harter lays in pain, Q rolls back to the outside. He picks up Harter and whips him hard into the barricade. Harter slowly falls to his knee. He arches his back in pain. Q goes over, picks him up, hoists him up into the bearhug position and then rams him back-first against the ring post. Harter falls to the floor as he holds his back in pain. Q picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Q rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Harter gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Grayson: Great ring awareness by Harter.

Q picks him up and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Q counters by hooking his arms and planting him with a double underhook DDT. He turns Harter over and makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up. A frustrated Q runs his hands throws his hair.

Clement: The fact that he can't quite put Harter away is beginning to iritate the champion.

Grayson: Yeah, but he can't lose focus. He has to stay on top of him.

Q picks up Harter and throws him down with a scoop slam. After heading over to Harter's legs, Q grabs them and lefts them up. He tries to set up Harter for a Boston Crab. But Harter puts up a fight. He constantly tries to kick his legs free. Once free, Harter repeatedly kicks Q in the face until Q stumbles back into the ropes. Harter then gets up and runs towards Q. But Q scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the top rope. As Harter stumbles back, Q bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Harter holds his back in pain before crawling over and making the cover.

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Q gets his shoulder up! Harter holds up three fingers at the ref. But the ref shakes his head and tells him it was only two.

Harter picks up Q and whips him into the corner. He then charges into the corner and connects with a yakuza kick. After Q falls out of the corner, Harter drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Q gets his good shoulder up. Harter slaps the canvas in frustration.

Clement: And now Harter is starting to get upset.

Grayson: These two want to win this match badly.

As Harter tries to bring Q back up to his feet, Q nails him with a series of punches to the midsection. But Harter stops him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then delivers a headbutt to the shoulder, dropping Q down to his knees. After picking Q up, Harter grabs him from behind and lifts him up. As he turns Q in the air, Q's foot accidentally catches the ref in the face, knocking him down. Harter then drops Q with a reverse implant DDT. He goes to make the cover, but quickly realizes that the ref isn't counting. So Harter gets up and heads over towards the ref. While Harter tries to revive the ref, Q gets up. He then heads over, grabs Harter from behind and brings him down with the Cracker-Jack. Harter can be seen arching his back in pain.

Grayson: Harter is in pain, Kev.

Clement: He looks to be worse for wear after being given the Cracker-Jack. And that's usually Chris Q's go-to move right before The Compactor.

Q then picks up Harter and scoops him up across his shoulders for The Compactor. But Harter frantically elbows him in the side of the head before slipping down from behind. When Q turns around, Harter kicks him between the legs, sending Q crumbling to the canvas in pain.

Grayson: Goal!

Clement: Dom Harter with the blatant low blow! Where's the ref?

Grayson: Still out cold. Which means he can't get disqualified!

Harter rolls to the outside, grabs Manny Cruz and tosses him out of his chair. He then scoops up the chair, folds it up and slides into the ring. Harter slowly makes his way over to Q with a smirk on his face.

Clement: I've never been one to show concern over a man like Chris Q. But this isn't right. Don't let this match end this way.

Grayson: Please, Chris Q would do the exact same thing.

As Q gets on his knees and turns over, Harter raises the belt high above his head. But before he can strike, Q reaches up and nails him with a low blow of his own, sending Harter falling to the floor.

Grayson: Like I was saying....

Bob Pooler can be seen racing down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: You hear that? I can hear a crow in the distance.

Clement: Once again, The Murder uses the numbers game to their advantage.

After climbing up onto the apron, Pooler climbs up onto the turnbuckles. When Q turns around, Pooler leaps off. But Q catches him in mid air with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Pooler, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. When Q turns around, he sees the chair. He looks over to Harter, then back to the chair, then back at Harter, then back at the chair. Q heads over and snatches up the chair.

Grayson: Here we go.

Clement: This doesn't look good, Evan.

Grayson: It looks awful for Harter. But it's about to look great for the champ.

Q sizes up Harter as he impatiently waits for Harter to get up. Q raises the chair over his head. But from out of nowhere, Chris Bond slides into the ring and snatches the chair from out of Q's hands. The crowd cheers as Bond slides to the outside. Q turns around and sees who stole the chair from him. When he turns around and sees that it's Bond, he's irate.

Clement: Chris Bond with the save. He's trying to keep this championship match on the up and up.

Grayson: Well isn't that just sweet? Chris Q needs to knock his lights out and take back the chair.

Q heads over to the ropes and yells at Bond to give him the chair. But Bond shake his head. Q then kicks the bottom rope and yells at him to give him the chair. But Bond shakes his head and tells him that him and Harter aren't going to win this way. He then tosses the chair on the floor as the crowd cheers.

Grayson: What is he doing? Is he nuts?

Someone can be seen making their way through the crowd on the far side of the ring. Q then drops down to one knee, sticks his head through the ropes and yells at Bond to give him the fucking chair. But Bond refuses. But Bond's anger turns to concern once he sees Malcolm Drake hop over the barricade, scoop up the FGA Championship belt and slide into the ring. His eyes widen as he begins to frantically shake his head. When Q gets up and turns around, Drake dives over and clocks him in the face with the belt. Bond places his hands on his head in shock as Drake rolls to the outside.

Grayson: BAM!

Clement: Malcolm Drake! Malcolm Drake with a belt shot to the head! That damn Malcolm Drake just clocked Chris Q right in the face with the FGA Championship belt!

As Q lays out in the ring, Harter slowly crawls over and drapes his arm across Q's chest. The ref then slowly sits up and shakes out the cobwebs. He turns over and sees the pin. Bond can be seen slapping the canvas, trying his best to get the ref's attention. He repeatedly tries to wave off the ref and yells at him that Drake hit Q with the belt. But the ref, still in a dazed state, can't quite hear him. He starts the count.

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“Superunknown” blares throughout the building to a chorus of boos. Bond collapses to his knees and buries his head in his hands.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, DOM HARTER!

Drake and Pooler roll into the ring. They help Harter up to his feet as the ref hands him the FGA Championship belt. A smile forms across Harter's face as he kisses the belt. He raises the belt in the air, but he quickly winces in pain before holding his back. The boos are nearly deafening as Harter celebrates his FGA Championship win with his fellow crows.

Grayson: And this, kids is why you shouldn't be a Good Samaritan.

Clement: Don't try and blame this on Bond. Malcolm Drake nailed Chris Q in the head with the title belt, knocking him out. This is how the streak ends? This is how the title reign ends? Now those damn crows have the FGA Championship. This makes me sick!

Drake and Pool hold up Harter on their shoulder. Harter then raises the FGA Championship belt with a smirk on his face to a chorus of “MURDER SUCKS!” chants from the crowd.

PLYMOUTH, MA - 6.19.13

Q picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter knocks him down with a running yakuza kick. He then picks up Q, hooks his arms and plants him with Spin The Black Circle. He turns Q over and makes the cover.

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THRE-NO! Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: How does he do it!?

Enraged, Harter gets up and immediately gets uncomfortably close to the ref. He barks at the ref that that was a three count. When the ref holds up two fingers, Harter slaps the ref's hand away from him. He grabs the ref by the collar with one hand and presses up three fingers against his face. Bond takes exception to this bullying of the ref. So he gets up on the apron and yells at Harter. This causes Drake to go over and yank Bond down to the floor. He then shoves Bond. But Bond shoves him back. Drake then comes back and shoves Bond hard, sending him stumbling back into Karma. Everyone begins shoving each other at ringside. But the pushing and shoving turns into an all out brawl amongst the lumberjacks as the crowd cheers.

Clement: The lumberjacks have turned on each other! The ringside area is pandemonium!

Dom looks on at the madness that has engulfed the ringside area. Suddenly, a commotion can be heard in the crowd. A different camera angle shows the crowd parting as someone makes their way through them. The fans scream and jump up and down with excitement as this person passes them. As the camera focuses in, it's revealed to be none other than Kevin Hardaway.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: Kevin Hardaway! It's Kevin Hardaway! KEVIN HARDAWAY IS HERE!!!

After dropping Carruthers with a right hand, Chandler turns around and sees his worst nightmare. His skin turns pale as he look as if he's almost seen a ghost. He slowly shakes his head from side to side. But his shaking gets faster as Hardaway approaches the barricade. After climbing over the barricade, Hardaway rips off the cast and throws it down to cheers from the crowd. Chandler is freaking out as Hardaway heads towards him. But he's quickly grabbed by the arm by Drake, who spins him around. But Hardaway decks him for his troubles. Chandler sees the opportunity to escape and takes it, slipping his way through the ruckus before taking off up the aisle. Hardaway tries to go after him, but he's jumped by Pooler. Both he and Drake then begin to double team Hardaway. But Kidd and PGJr make their way back over to them and even up the odds.

Back in the ring, Harter can't take his eyes off the action as he looks at his fellow Crows and then Halliwell fight among the lumberjacks. As he turns around, he sees Q slowly getting back up to his feet. So Harter charges over and goes for a lariat. But Q ducks. When Harter turns around, Q scoops him up across his shoulders for The Compactor. But Harter is able to wiggle free. After slipping down from behind, he shoves Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. After picking Q up, Harter knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. He then lifts Q up for the Goodnight To The World. But Q kicks his legs, causing Harter to lean back. Q then reverses as he now has Harter up across his shoulder. He then repositions Harter before planting him with The Compactor. Q makes the cover.

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As the ref calls for the bell, the lumberjacks stop fighting among themselves and look to see who won.

"The Earths Rotation Around the Sun" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!

The lumberjacks look on with varied looks of disgust, annoyance and anger as Chris Q gets handed the FGA Championship belt.

Clement: Chris Q has done it!! He's regained the championship!!! He's become FGA Champion again!!!!

Q staggers over into the corner. After pulling himself up onto the middle ropes, he slowly raises his FGA Championship belt to a downpour of boos. He then turns and looks down at Chris Bond, who stares back up at him. Bond points to the FGA Championship. But Chris Q smirks, shakes his head and raises the belt to another downpour of boos.

TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANANDA - 10.26.13

Dom Harter: You see, back in June I suffered one of only two of my defeats here in FGA, when Chris Q beat me for the FGA Championship! And, back then, I didn’t invoke my rematch clause. Back then, I wasn’t given the option of having another shot at the belt. No! Instead Malcolm and I were entered in the Dynamic Duos tournament. Instead of being given my rematch, they devised the Frontier Lions Cup … to name a number one contender.

(Harter scoffs.)

Dom Harter: I mean, to take my rightful place as the number one contender for the FGA Championship. Well guess what, Malcolm and I took what was given to us, we went through The Mid-Atlantic Wrecking Crew, we beat the UK Dragons. We toppled the three teams you decided were worthy challengers to our titles. And in the mean time these fans have had to suffer the inflated ego of a stuck up little prick! An unworthy competitor for a man of Q’s stature. A competitor unable to take that strap from the waist of the Big Bad…

(The fans boo at the mocking words.)

Dom Harter: And I know this because there are only three men able to take that belt from around the waist of Chris Q. Malcolm Drake, Bob Pooler … and myself. And now, I’m coming for that belt, Q. And, once again, I will remove from your possession. I will strip you of your title and become a two time FGA Champion myself. And this time, come hell or high water, Q, you won’t be able to take it back from me. You won’t be able to beat me again. Because once I have become the FGA Champion for a second time, I will be unstoppable. I will be untouchable. Once I have taken that belt from you … I will be the unflinching, unrelenting Tenacious Little Bastard! And I will sit, perched atop this tree forever more…

BATTLEGROUND 1.1

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

(Q pauses for a moment.)

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

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

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

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

Grayson: I can’t wait for that one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Pause. Dom smirks.)

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

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

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

(Dom sneers from behind the microphone.)

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

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

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

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

BATTLEGROUND 1.1

(The show cuts backstage; there's a door which is slightly ajar, a stream of liquid flowing out from within the room. Two members of The Murder, Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler, stumble upon the scene and peek their heads inside the door to see what's going on.)

Bob Pooler: Damn...

(He says as his eyes fall towards the floor, where his friend and team mate, Dom Harter is laid out, unconscious and bleeding from a cut in his forehead. A pool of broken glass and whiskey, now mixed with blood, surrounding him on the floor. Malcolm leans over him and slaps him once across the cheek.)

Malcolm Drake: Wake up, Dominic.

(He demands, but there's no response.)

Bob Pooler: I'll go find the medical staff.

(Pooler says before leaving the room. Drake looks down at the prone Harter, the crimson mask thickening by the second as the scene comes to an end.)

BATTLEGROUND 1.2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BATTLEGROUND 1.3

(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...

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
FGA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Chris Q vs. Dom Harter

The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off the ring as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard”... DOM HARTER!

Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for his opponent.

Clement: Dom Harter has been one of the select few to hold the FGA Heavyweight Championship. He's been the only man to defeat Chris Q one on one. But he's never been given the credit that he feels he deserves because that win was shrouded in controversy. Is tonight the night that Harter gets that definitive win over the Big Bad of FGA? Is tonight the night that Dom Harter ends Chris Q's reign and become a two-time FGA Heavyweight Champion?

Grayson: Well I personally don't hold anything against Dom Harter. As I've said all night... when it comes to championships, you do what you have to do to win. But tonight, Harter's hand has been forced. All members of The Murder have been banned from ringside. So now, he's forced to have to go it alone. But if you ask me, he doesn't necessarily need The Murder to defeat Chris Q.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Lone Oak, Texas! Weighing in at 241 pounds! He is the reigning... defending... FGA Heavyweight Champion! He is “The Big Bad of FGA”... CHRIS Q!

When he gets to the ring, Chris Q slides under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. The fans continue to boo as Chris looks out into the crowd with a cocky smile across his face. Chris Q once again yells at the fans as the music dies down.

Clement: There's clearly no love lost between Chris Q and Dom Harter. Chris Q loves to remind Harter exactly how many people it took to take that FGA Heavyweight Championship from him. He loves to remind Harter of exactly what happened the last time they met when the sides were even. The Big Bad of FGA is looking for a repeat performance tonight. But this time, there will be no Lumberjacks at ringside. It'll be just him and Harter. And you can bet that he is more than confident that he'll walk out with his championship.

Grayson: Chris Q has every right to be confident. He's earned that right. No one has his track record. No one else has held that FGA Heavyweight Championship more than once, let alone twice. You could say that Chris Q is arguably on a tier of his own when you're talking about the greatest wrestlers to ever compete in FGA. The man has never coasted. He's never been complacent. Tonight, he will give Dom his best. But will Harter be better than his best?

The bell sounds as Harter and Q lock up. After jockeying for position, Q uses his strength advantage to move Harter into the ropes. After pressing Harter against the ropes, Harter turns and pushes Q against the ropes. Q then turns and pushes Harter into the ropes. Harter then turns and pushes Q into the corner. After getting pressed up against the corner, Q uses his strength advantage to move Harter out of the corner. He then moves Harter across the ring. The two men continue to jockey for position inside of the collar & elbow tie-up. The two push each other back and forth until they both take a spill through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: The action literally spills to the floor as neither man could gain a definitive advantage after that lock up...

Q is the first to his feet. He quickly knees Harter in the midsection before slamming his head onto the apron. After shoving Harter back into the ring, Q rolls himself back in. He then gets up, picks up Harter, heads into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Harter puts his hands out, blocking the move. After an elbow to the midsection, Harter takes Q and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. He quickly places Q in a side headlock and rakes his eyes along the top rope, sending Q stumbling into the corner. While Q still has his back turned, Harter comes up from behind and delivers a kidney punch, dropping Q down to one knee. Harter reaches down, picks him back up and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Q around, Harter unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then stands up, grabs two handfuls of Q's hair and then lunges forward, nailing him with a headbutt. Q stumbles from out of the corner. But Harter doesn't let him go too far. He quickly reaches out, spins Q around and decks him with a right hand, sending Q stumbling into the ropes.

Clement: I've heard of "Harter Hits Harder." But we're really seeing it right now.

Grayson: Harter is really letting him have it. But Chris Q knows how to brawl with the best of them. He can quickly turn the tide with one punch of his own...

As Harter approaches, Q connects with a kick to the midsection. He quickly grabs Harter switches positions and pushes him up against the ropes. Q delivers a series of left hands to the midsection, doubling Harter over. He then delivers an elbow to the back of the head, sending Harter stumbling towards the center of the ring.

When Q marches over and turns Harter around, Harter cheap shots him with an eye rake. As Q covers his eyes in pain, Harter delivers a kick to the midsection. He then unleashes a series of clubbing shots to the back that send Q down to one knee. While Q is down, Harter runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Q with a high knee lift to the face. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q kicks out.

Clement: Harter with the first nearfall of this match. With The Murder banned from ringside, what does Harter need to do to win?

Grayson: Simple. Be the last man standing.

Harter picks up Q, grabs two handfuls of hair and nails him again with another headbutt. After Q stumbles into the ropes, he bounces off and comes back with a right hand that blasts Harter in the face. He reaches back and nails Harter with another right hand... and another... and another... and another. Before Q can drop Harter with a haymaker, Harter again rakes him across the eyes. He then grabs Q, runs across the ring and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Q gets up on the outside, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he runs as fast as he can before connecting with a baseball slide to the back, sending Q flying face-first to the floor.

As Q slowly pulls himself up using the barricade, Harter runs into the ropes. When Q turns around, Harter runs forward and leaps through the ropes for a suicide dive. But Q catches him in mid air and counters with a powerslam into the barricade. Q smiles as Harter can be heard groaning and cussing up a storm.

Clement: What a move by Chris Q!

Grayson: Dom's back has to be killing him after that.

Q picks up Harter, only to ram him back-first into the barricade. Harter immediately arches his back in pain. Q mockingly asks him where Drake is now before slapping him across the face. He mockingly asks Harter where Bob is now before slapping him with his other hand. He then mockingly asks Harter where his crows are before nailing him with a punch to the midsection. Q then takes a doubled over Harter and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Q gets to his feet and puts the boots to Harter. He then kicks Harter over onto his back so he can start stomping away at his chest, stomach and face. Q reaches down, picks up Harter, lifts him up with a double leg pick-up and then rams him back first into the corner.

Grayson: Like I said before, Chris Q can easily punch his way back into this match. And right now, he's got Dom right where he wants him.

Q unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts, followed by a series of knee thrusts, followed by a series of elbow strikes. He then sizes Harter up before unleashing a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection. As Harter begins to cover up, Q switches to delivering a series of clubbing forearm strikes to both sides of the head. As Harter slumps down in the corner, Q begins to stomp away at his face. He then reaches down, chokes Harter with his foot and pulls down on the top ropes for leverage. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q lets go. He reaches down, grabs Harter and pulls him back up to his feet. He then whips Harter into the opposite corner. Harter can be seen arching his back in pain upon impact. After sizing up Harter, Q runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After shaking off the elbow, Q runs right back into the corner. But Harter gives him anther elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After shaking off the second elbow, Q runs right back into the corner. But this time, Harter gives him a boot to the face. After Q stumbles back, he shakes off the attack and charges right back into the corner. But Harter takes a few steps out and then delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckles.

Clement: Great counter there by Harter. Between that and the powerslam into the barricade, I don't know which one was worse.

As Harter crawls towards the center of the ring, Q turns over and begins to pull himself up using the ropes. But before he can turn around, Harter runs into the corner and connects with a double high knee to the back, sending Q down to the canvas. He then drags Q away from the corner and makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Q and sets him up for a piledriver. But Q counters with a back body drop. After Q drops down to both knees, he gets back up to his feet. He slowly walks towards the ropes before turning around towards Harter. Once Harter turns around, Q runs across the ring and goes for a clothesline. But Harter pulls down on the top rope, sending Q tumbling hard to the floor.

Clement: The champ takes a hard fall to the outside. And he may have just had the wind knocked out of him.

As Q curls up in pain, Harter slowly rolls to the outside. He goes over and begins to kick Q along his spine. Once he's no longer satisfied with that, Harter steps over Q and proceeds to stomp away at his ribs. Q can be seen cringing in pain with each blow. Harter then gets down on one knee over Q and hammers away with right hands to the face. He then gets off of Q, picks him up and slams his head onto the apron. After shoving Q back into the ring, Harter rolls himself back in. After getting up and picking up Q, he sends the Big Bad of FGA into the corner. Harter runs across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick. He then takes Q and whips him into the opposite corner. Harter runs across the ring and connects with another yakuza kick. After leading a groggy Q out of the corner and towards the center of the ring, Harter gains the ref's attention. He points out to the crowd and asks him if that's Malcolm Drake. Once the ref turns to look, Harter turns around and low blows Q with a mule kick, doubling him over. When the ref turns back to Harter, Harter lifts up Q and plants him with a pulling piledriver. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Blatant low blow there by Harter. But I guess when he doesn't have his buddies around, he has to resort to any cheap tactic possible.

Grayson: Neither of these two are choir boys. So I don't know why you would expect anything less.

Harter picks up Q and whips him into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Q counters with a facebuster.

Clement: Dom telegraphed that move and Chris Q quickly countered. He turns Dom over for the cover...

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Harter and delivers a snap suplex. He then heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and delivers an elbow drop. He makes the cover.

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Harter kicks out.

Q picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. Q runs across the ring and connects with a forearm strike to the face. He then takes Harter and whips him into the opposite corner. Q then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline. After placing Harter in a side headlock, Q runs from out of the corner and delivers a bulldog. While Harter is still face-down on the canvas, Q gets up and heads into the corner.

Clement: Chris Q may be going for that moonsault of his.

Grayson: If he hits it, that could spell trouble for Dom...

Q climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Once he reaches the top, he holds his arms out before flipping back, connecting with a moonsault across the back. He turns Harter over and makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Harter, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Q throws out a clothesline. But Harter ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Q scoops him up from the side and delivers a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Q picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. but Q stops, lifts up Dom and throws him down with a folding powerbomb.

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Harter kicks out, but Q quickly transitions into a Boston Crab.

Clement: Chris Q has the Boston Crab locked on. And he's got it applied right in the center of the ring.

Grayson: You've got to imagine how much pain he's in right now. He was powerslammed into the barricade. He's been powerbombed. Chris hit the moonsault across his back...

The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But Harter refuses to quit. So Q pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold. Harter can be seen biting his knuckle as he groans in pain. The ref again asks Harter if he wants to give up. But Harter refuses to submit.

Clement: You've got to wonder how much longer he can hold on for. You can only take so much punishment...

Harter begins to push himself up off the canvas. He then begins to scratch and claw his way towards the ropes. Q can be seen shaking his head in disbelief as he tries to keep Harter away from the ropes. But Harter reaches out... and grabs the bottom rope. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Q reluctantly lets go. He then picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Q throws out a clothesline. But Harter ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Q goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Harter ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, he knocks down Q with a lariat. Q gets back up, but Harter knocks him down with another lariat. When Q gets back up, Harter kicks him in the midsection and then plants him with Spin The Black Circle. He makes the cover.

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Q and lifts him up for Goodnight To The World. But Q slips down from behind and counters with the Cracker-Jack. Harter arches his back in pain before Q makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Clement: After everything that he's been put through, how does he get his shoulder up?

Grayson: It's because he wants that championship, Kev, even if that means getting carried out of this building.

Q picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Q into the ropes. When Q comes back, Harter lifts him up with a tilt-a-whirl maneuver. Q's legs inadvertently hit the ref on the way up in the process, knocking him down. Once Dom's got Q in position, he plants him with Goodnight To the World. He turns over and makes the cover. But there's no referee.

Grayson: He's got Chris Q covered! We should have a new champion!

Clement: But the ref is down!

Harter can be seen screaming at the ref to make the count. He then starts slapping the canvas.

Grayson: Quick, Kev, grab that pitcher and splash the ref real quick...

Harter gets up and goes over to the referee. He nudges the ref with his foot. But the ref appears to be out of it. Harter then kneels down and starts to shake the ref. Suddenly, the ref starts to move around.

Clement: It looks like the referee is coming to...

Once Harter gets up and turns around, Q turns him inside out with a lariat. He then picks up Harter and scoops him up across his shoulders for The Compactor. But Malcolm Drake slides into the ring and nails Q from behind with the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. The ref sees this, so he immediately calls for the bell.

Clement: I thought The Murder was banned from ringside!? What is Drake doing?

As Harter recovers in the corner, Drake begins to stomp away at Q. He then motions for someone to head to the ring. Bob Pooler can be seen running down to the ring. Once Pooler gets in, he and Drake stomp away on Q. Suddenly, “They Are Lost” blares throughout the building.

Grayson: Wait... isn't that... isn't that Jimmy Page's music?

Clement: What in the world...

Through the curtain bursts Jimmy Page, he runs down to the ring with a bottle of Crown Royal in each hand.

Clement: What is going on here!? Jimmy Page is rushing down to the ring!

As soon as he slides into the ring, Pooler goes over to attack him. But Page smashes one of the bottles over his head, knocking him down. Page then immediately runs and goes to attack Harter. But Harter quickly slithers to the outside. On the other side of the ring, Q turns Drake around, scoops him up across his shoulders and plants him with The Compactor.

Grayson: Malcolm Drake just got dropped with The Compactor! The match is over! We've got bodies on the canvas! We've got a broken glass of liquor! This is out of control!

Clement: Why does that bottle look familiar?

Page untwists the cap and tags a few swigs from the other bottle. He never takes his eyes off of Harter. As Q approaches with his championship belt in tow, Page hands the bottle over to Q. Q raises the bottle, giving a sarcastic toast to Harter before taking a few swigs himself.

Clement: Wait a second! That bottle! That's the same type of bottle that was used to hit Pooler before! That was the same bottle that was used to hit Do-

Grayson: Wait... are you saying... no... it can't be...

Clement: I think it is! I think it is!

The two champions smirk as Harter's eyes widen with shock. He begins to shake his head in disbelief. But despite Harter's refusal to face the facts, reality is right there in front of him in the ring.

Winner by DQ and still the FGA Heavyweight Champion, CHRIS Q