Plymouth DVD Taping (5.3.14)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Plymouth DVD Taping
Plymouth Memorial Hall
Plymouth, MA

Optimus Wolfgang Bird vs. Gousuke Okada

OWB comes through the curtain, surprised by the cheers. He nods and gets a half smile, while trying to keep a straight face. He reaches out his hands as he walks down the aisle and fans reach for them. His eyes are wide with excitement, he's feeding off their energy.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Gurdon, Arkansas! Weighing in at 235 pounds... OPTIMUS WOLFGANG BIRD!

He gets to the end of the ramp and drops his hands and glares into the ring, the smile is gone...he slowly walks up the steps, gets to the apron and jumps up, sliding his legs between the top and middle rope, he sits on the middle rope with his arms draped over the top, he survey's the scene and slides into the ring. Pops his neck and is ready to fight.

Kevin Clement: Welcome everyone to another FGA DVD Taping! I am Kevin Clement and joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson! Evan, we are coming off of a huge iPay Per View with Only The Strong Survive. Riley Owens was finally able to defeat Jimmy Page and become the Pride Champion! Then, later on in the night, Dom Harter won the Gold Rush Rumble for the second year in a row, becoming a two-time FGA World Champion!

Evan Grayson: Two titles changed hands. Chaz Holiday was able to successfully retain his championship. And the Super Mario Wrestling Bros are looking at eight teams that are vying for a shot at their gold.

The harmonic sound of violins begin to play as the crowd already begins to stir. As the synchronized string instruments of Antonin Dvorak's new World Symphony gradually build, the crowd erupts into cheers as horns begin to sound, Gousuke Okada bursting from the black curtain with a yell.

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 225 pounds... GOUSUKE OKADA!

As Gousuke takes down the small ramp, Gousuke leads the crowd into a "GO! GO! KADA!" chant, pumping his fist with every word chanted. Reaching the ring, the hearty young lion quickly hopped up onto the apron and into the ring, placing himself in the center where he pointed a defiant finger down the barrel of the camera before taking his corner.

Clement: That's right, tonight the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament kicks off. Three of the four First Round matches will take place tonight. The last first round match will take place in two weeks.

Grayson: We've got teams that have never teamed before. We've got teams that haven't been together in a long while. We've got best friends and a team that, allegedly, can't even stand each other right now. Any of the six teams tonight could not only advance, but potentially win the entire tournament.

Both Okada and Wolfgang Bird get ready to square off, the PA system starts up as guitars fill up the Memorial Hall. As both competitors are looking around to see what's going on, "Violence (Enough is Enough)" starts playing and out from behind the curtain walks none other than Kevin Hardaway, dressed to the nines in jeans and one of his new t-shirts as the Plymouth faithful in the crowd start booing like mad. Hardaway hears this with an absolute smirk however as he walks down to the ring. Both Okada and Bird are angry at this interruption as Kevin walks up the apron and enters the ring.

He immediately goes over to the timekeeper and grabs the microphone off the table as the music dies down, Hardaway going to the newcomers in the ring.

Kevin Hardaway: You guys are new here, correct?

(Okada and Bird both nod at him.)

Kevin Hardaway: Then I hope you guys will understand that...if you both want to be walking again, I suggest that you go to the back right now so that I can talk. Okay?

(Okada and Bird immediately start jaw-jacking with Hardaway and he is quick to respond.)

Kevin Hardaway: You saw what I did to Chris Bond at Only the Strong Survive, right? Then I highly recommend you both leave MY ring before I show you both that what I did to Bond wasn't just a one-time thing.

(It's these words that give Bird the light bulb in his head to grab Okada and tell him that it's probably in their best interest to leave before anything happens. To which they both do. The fans are outraged at this, as Hardaway now has the entire ring to himself. Not just that, but now he has ruined the opening match of the show.)

Kevin Hardaway: Now, that is all said and done...I could introduce myself, but I've been around the world for 12 years. Either you know my name or you're just watching the wrong sport. But that's not why I'm here everybody. No. I'm here to tell you all a very important announcement for tonight's FGA event here in Plymouth, MA.

(The crowd cheers, because...come on, he just mentioned the town's name. That's a golden rule. You always cheer when somebody mentions their hometown. But the cheers turn quickly to boos once again.)

Kevin Hardaway: I'm here to make the formal announcement that Frontier Grappling Arts and Chris Bond...

(A huge pop when Bond's name exit the lips of Hardaway.)

Kevin Hardaway: ...will not be uttered in the same sentence again.

(That results in a huge nuclear pop of boos from the Plymouth faithful.)

Kevin Hardaway: You see, Chris Bond isn't here tonight...nor will you see him again inside an FGA ring...NOR any ring for that matter because two weeks ago at Only the Strong Survive, I finally put an end to the career of your hero. I finally killed #FGAProud for good, something that I should have done at International Incident a couple months ago, but couldn't, because your hero just didn't want to stay down. NO! He wanted to keep fighting after I told him to stay down, so I did the only thing I had to do. I had to put him down for good.

(He laughs a little bit as the crowd chants for him to...well...shut up. More like "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*)

Kevin Hardaway: What? You're telling that to a guy who hands down ended the #FGAProud movement. I DEFINED THE TERM OF BEING PROUD! My goal in life was "hope never dies" and instead, you cheer for him all because he made a hashtag into a phenomenon? Bitch please. He's done spouting off this and that to all of you. He's never going to be seen here again. As long as I live. As long as FGA lives. The only time you're going to see him is at home...playing with his kid while being stuck in a wheelchair. So don't give me any of that crap. He's done. Chris Bond is done.

(A "Bond" chant starts emanating as Hardaway gives off another smirk.)

Kevin Hardaway: Chant all you want, he's not wheeling himself out here to console all of you. It's only me right here, right now. And you'll see that I'm capable of a LOT more later tonight. This...this is only the beginning. And that's a voice that will be heard of for many more years to come.

(Hardaway drops the mic as Violence starts on the PA system again, him walking through the ropes and back up the curtain, a vicious smile on his face. One that screams violence, no matter the circumstance.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos Tournament (Round One)
#Sparklebuddies vs. The Rebellion

**The lights in the arena slowly dims down in the arena, and the slow melody of Mosh by Eminem begins to play through the sound system. The audiences eyes are glued to the entrance ramp, as emerging from the tunnel is the members of The Rebellion, Giovanni Moriello and Joey Edwards stand on the top of the entrance ramp, their fists high up in the air and are greeted with a disgusted reception as the audience boo the pair as they come down the entrance ramp. Both men wearing gas masks covering their faces and their wrestling attires.**

"Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors, come on!"

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 426 pounds! They are the team of Joey Edwards and Giovanni Moriello... THE REBELLION!

**As they enter the ring both of the men hoists himself up onto different turnbuckles and raise their fists up in the air, receiving boo's from the audience as they watch the two mask men standing on the turnbuckle. They both jump down simultaneously and go over to their corners, where they patiently wait for the match to begin whilst talking tactics.**

Clement: Here we are with the match that is not our opening contest of the evening, as well as the first of four first round matches in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament.

Grayson: And we're starting off with a bang in this one. I know everyone is all "Sparklebuddies" this and "grrface" that. But I look at these two... I look at Joey Edwards and Giovanni Moriello and I see a team that could very well go all the way.

Clement: These two are on a mission to bring pure wrestling back to the masses. They want to expose companies that show favoritism instead of focusing on the real deal. FGA is just the first of many stops. But are they spreading themselves out too thin?

Grayson: If we're to believe the stories that we've heard about their intense training, then I highly doubt it. These two are beyond dedicated to their cause.

“Jager Yoga” by CSS begins to play throughout the arena as pink and purple strobe lights cover the aisleway. From out behind the curtain step Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor to cheers from the crowd. They both make their way down to the ring in their matching ring attires, slapping hands with the fans on either side of the aisle.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 255 pounds! They are the team of Laurel Anne Hardy & Annie Zellor... THE SPARKLEBUDDIES!

Annie runs up the ring steps and vaults over the top rope as Laurel slides in under the bottom rope. They both hop up on opposite corners where Annie raises a fist while Laurel takes a stage bow, flapping her colourful feather boa around. Then they both jump down and hug before taking their corner.

Clement: And here are the crowd favorites, The Sparklebuddies!

Grayson: They may have all these people chanting their name. But these two have never teamed up before. Annie is still young. I don't care how battle tested Laurel is. She's not teaming with Evangelista. She's teaming with someone that doesn't have the experience, the toughness or even the chemistry that she has with her Dragons Unleashed partner. Laurel's got a long road ahead if she wants to make it to the end.

The bell sounds as Edwards and Hardy start things off. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Edward places Hardy in a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. After shifting around, Hardy leans forward and then counters with a hammerlock of her own to cheers from the crowd. She jerks the arm, increasing the pain from the hold. The ref asks Edwards if he wants to give up, but Edwards refuses to quit. He then reaches back, grabs Hardy and throws her down with a jumping snapmare takeover. Hardy gets back up, but Edwards throws her down with a side headlock takeover. Hardy shifts around and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Edwards is able to escape via a kip up. After Hardy scrambles to get back up to her feet, the two lunge forward and lock up. After jockeying for position, Edwards moves Hardy into the corner. After pressing Hardy up against the corner, the ref goes over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both grapplers appear to make the clean break. But Edwards quickly ducks down and delivers a shoulder thrust to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Blatant cheap shot there by Edwards.

Grayson: A shoulder thrust is cheap now? Yeah, okay...

The crowd boos as Edwards delivers a European Uppercut, followed by an elbow strike, followed by another European Uppercut and followed with another elbow strike. He then takes Hardy and whips her into the opposite corner. Edwards runs across the ring and connects with a corner clothesline to boos from the crowd. He then shoves Hardy from out of the corner, sending her stumbling down to the canvas. He then steps through the ropes before quickly climbing up to the turnbuckles.

Clement: Edwards isn't wasting any time as he goes to put this one away early...

Once Edwards reaches the top, he goes for a 450 Splash, but Hardy rolls out of the way. Luckily for Edwards, he lands on his feet. The momentum then sends him rolling forward. Once both grapplers get up, they turn and run at each other. But Hardy knocks him down with a cartwheel into a leaping leg lariat to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Edwards kicks out.

Hardy grabs Edwards, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. She then tags in Annie Zellor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: And here comes Kickass Annie!

After Zellor gets in, she delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest to cheers from the crowd. After bringing Edwards from out of the corner, she goes for an irish whip. But Edwards reverses, sending Zellor into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Edwards bends over to set up a back body drop. But Zellor hurdles over him and continues to run into the ropes. After Edwards stands up and turns around, Zellor delivers a headscissors takedown to cheers from the crowd. Edwards gets up, but Zellor throws him down with a Kata guruma to cheers from the crowd. Edwards gets back up, but Zellor kicks him in the midsection and follows up with a sitout jawbreaker, sending Edwards stumbling into the ropes. After getting back up, Zellor runs over to attack. But Edwards connects with a European Uppercut, sending Zellor stumbling back. After delivering an elbow strike to Hardy and then bouncing off the ropes, Edwards runs over and knocks Zellor down with a step-up enzuigiri to boos from the crowd. He turns Zellor over and makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Enzuigiri by Edwards only gets two. We've barely gotten started and the action has been all over the place in this one.

Grayson: The style that these four have lends itself to a fast paced match like this one.

Edwards picks up Zellor, heads into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He then tags in Giovanni Moriello to boos from the crowd. Once Moriello gets in, he delivers a series of backhand chops to the chest. He then brings Zellor from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Moriello throws out a cross chop. But Zellor ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Moriello knocks her down with a cross body to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

Moriello picks up Zellor and goes for an irish whip. But Zellor reverses, sending him into the corner. Zellor then runs into the corner. But she runs right into an elbow to the face. As Zellor stumbles back, Moriello turns around, springboards to the top turnbuckle and knocks her down with the Whisper in the Wind to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Hardy breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd.

As Hardy heads back out onto the apron, Edwards picks up Zellor and whip her into the ropes. When she comes back, Edwards throws out a clothesline. Zellor ducks. But Moriello connects with a springboard dropkick into a reverse STO from Edwards to boos from the crowd. Moriello goes over, turns Zellor over and makes the cover.

Clement: Nice double team move there by The Rebellion! Could this be it...

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Hardy breaks up the pin again to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Laurel Anne Hardy with another timely save!

But the cheers turn to boos as Edwards knocks her down.

Grayson: Yeah, but she's paying for it now.

Edwards picks up Hardy, runs and tosses her over the top rope...

… but Hardy lands on the apron to cheers from the crowd. The Rebellion then run over to attack. But Hardy connects with the Mass Queraid on both men to cheers from the crowd. Hardy then takes Edwards and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. The fans in the front row stand up as Hardy gears up for a dive to the outside.

Grayson: This doesn't look good for Edwards...

As Edwards slowly gets up, hardy runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she runs across the ring, leaps over the top rope and connects with a no hands somersault plancha to cheers & applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver by Hardy to the outside!

Back in the ring, Moriello sees Hardy slowly getting up on the outside. So he runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Moriello goes for a suicide dive to the outside. But Zellor perfectly times the Rough 'n' Tumble, countering the dive to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Rough 'n' Tumble out of nowhere by Zellor!

Zellor's in disbelief over the counter. She then quickly snaps out of it before crawling over and making the cover.

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Edwards drags Zellor to the outside and follows up with a kick to the ribs. The crowd boos.

But the boos turn to cheers as Hardy spins Edwards around and knocks him down with a Capoiera kick to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Edwards and positions him for the “Flower Power Mk. III: Terror From Beneath!” on the outside. But Moriello steps out onto the apron, runs along it, leaps off and knocks Hardy down with a jumping high kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Moriello with the save! If Hardy hit that piledriver, it would have been all but over for The Rebellion here in this one.

Moriello picks up Hardy and whips her into the barricade. After sizing her up, Moriello runs down the ringside area and knocks her over the barricade and into the crowd with a bicycle kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a kick by Moriello!

Grayson: And that spells bad news for Zellor. With Hardy down on the outside, that leaves Zellor to fend for herself against The Rebellion.

Moriello goes over, picks up Zellor and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Moriello bends over to set up a back body drop. But Zellor counters with a facebreaker DDT to cheers from the crowd. While Moriello is down, Zellor steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles.

Clement: Annie Zellor's trying everything she can to win this one for The Sparklebuddies.

Once he she reaches the top, she leaps off, going for a senton splash. But Moriello gets his knees up, causing Zellor to crash down across them to boos from the crowd. While Zellor is down, Moriello gets up and steps through the ropes. After he springboards to the top turnbuckle, Moriello connects with a 450 senton to boos from the crowd. He reaches back and hooks the leg.

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TH-NO! Zellor gets her other leg on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Two and a half there for Moriello!

Grayson: Yeah, but how much more does she have left? Her partner is still out of it on the outside. How much longer can she hang on for?

Moriello gets up, heads into the corner and tags Edwards back in. once Edwards gets in, he goes over and puts the boots to Zellor. He then picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Edwards throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos as Zellor can be seen arching her back in pain. He then gets up and runs into the ropes. When Edwards comes back, he delivers a Rolling Thunder, followed by a corkscrew elbow drop to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Another close call there for Zellor.

Grayson: But she's not going to have many close calls left...

Edwards picks up Zellor and goes to lift her up for a brainbuster, but Zellor blocks the move. So Edwards tightens his grip before trying to lift her up. But again, Zellor blocks the move. So Edwards lets go, turns Zellor around and then drops her with an Inverted DDT to boos from the crowd. After dragging Zellor into position, Edwards climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he goes for an Imploding 450 Splash. But Zellor gets her knees up, causing Edwards to crash down across them to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Edwards lands right on Zellor's knees! Those ribs have to be hurting right now!

Grayson: They may even be broken.

As Edwards is curled up in pain, Zellor pulls herself up using the ropes. She then picks up Edwards and whips him into the corner. After running across the ring, Zellor hops onto Edwards and delivers a monkey flip into a mid-air spear by Hardy from out of nowhere to cheers & applause from the crowd.

Clement: Spear! Spear! Hardy with the spear!

Grayson: I didn't even see her get back in the ring! Where did she come from!?

After rolling back out onto the apron and pulling herself up to her feet, Hardy shakes the ropes as she desperately tries to encourage Zellor to make the tag. Meanwhile, Moriello is slapping away on the top turnbuckle as he stretches his arm out.

Clement: This is anyone's ballgame! Who's going to be the first to tag in the fresh partner!?

Edwards is curled up in pain. But he starts to slowly roll over towards his corner. Meanwhile, Zellor is on all fours and is slowly crawling towards Hardy.

Grayson: It looks like Edwards is going to tag out first...

Edwards performs another roll before reaching over and tagging Moriello in to boos from the crowd. Once Moriello gets in, he makes his way over to Zellor. But Zellor rolls forward, dives over and tags in Hardy to an explosion of cheers. Hardy quickly knocks down Moriello with a slingshot dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Moriello gets up, but Hardy grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Moriello comes back, Hardy delivers an Hadouken, followed by a double knee gutbuster, followed by a bridging dragon suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Edwards breaks up the pin to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Edwards with the save!

Edwards picks up Hardy, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster to boos from the crowd. He then picks a groggy Hardy back up and delivers a spinning sole kick to the midsection. Moriello then delivers a superkick, followed by simultaneous enzuigiri from Edwards/another superkick from Moriello.

Clement: Adrenaline Rush! That's gotta be it...

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Zellor breaks up the pin to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Edwards attacks.

The Rebellion pick up Zellor and whip her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, she delivers a wheelbarrow bulldog to Edwards to cheers from the crowd. As Edwards slowly rolls to the outside, Moriello stomps away at Zellor. He then picks up Zellor and positions her for a DDT to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Hardy connects with a step-up enzuigiri. Hardy then delivers a reverse DDT hold on Moriello, followed by a double foot stomp from Zellor to cheers from the crowd. While Moriello is down, Hardy and Zellor head into opposite corners and step out onto the apron. After climbing to the top turnbuckles, the Sparklebuddies deliver the Sparkle Explosion to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

“Jager Yoga” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE SPARKLEBUDDIES!

Hardy and Zellor get their arms raised by the ref to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The Sparklebuddies get what some would call an upset win over The Rebellion!

Grayson: What a way to not only kick off this show, but the Dynamic Duos Tournament as well! These two teams really tore it up both inside and out of the ring! There were several near falls on both sides. But The Sparklebuddies were someone able to pull away with the win and advance to the semfiinals.

[FGA Office]

(The scene opens up backstage where a young twenty something girl is roaming through the backstage area. She appears to be searching for something but having a hard time finding what she’s looking for. She stops and looks through a folder she is carrying with her. She voices to herself out loud ‘G-73, G-73’. She looks up from her paper and almost slams right into Mid-Atlantic champion Chaz Holiday. She drops her folder and her papers slide everywhere. She sighs and get down to start collecting all her papers again.)

Chaz Holiday: “Oh geez, I’m sorry about that! Here, let me help you.”

(Chaz bends down and starts helping her pick her stuff up.)

Hadley: “It’s ok, I wasn’t watching where I was going. It’s my fault.”

(She continues to gather up papers and stuff them into her folder. Chaz briefly picks up a birth certificate from the pile of papers before Hadley can snatch it out of his hands and quickly stuff it into her folder. She looks up at him and smiles widely trying to distract him with her good looks.)

Hadley: “I’m just having a hell of a time trying to find someone, you know?”

Chaz Holiday: “You must be new around here. I’ve never seen you before. Which if that is the case, then yes, I’m sure it’s hard trying to find your way around.”

(Chaz stands back up, as does Hadley as she shifts her papers around in her folder.)

Chaz Holiday: “I’m sorry. Totally rude of me… I didn’t even get your name. I’m Chaz.”

(He smiles, extending a hand in her direction.)

Hadley: “I’m Hadley. I’m not really ‘new’ here since I’m not really a part of ‘here’.”

(She pulls out a picture from her folder of Dan Herrera. She shows it to Chaz. He smiles and laughs.)

Chaz Holiday: “Why do you have a picture of Dan in your folder there?”

Hadley: “You know him? He’s who I am looking for back here. He’s supposed to be in G-73, but I don’t think it actually exists.”

Chaz Holiday: “Heh… It does exist, dear. Unfortunately you are on the completely opposite side of the building. What do you need with Dan, anyways?”

Hadley: “It’s kind of personal. He doesn’t seem to want to believe what I’m telling him. I’m sure telling someone else about it might not be the best way to get to him. He just means a lot to me and I need him to know that.”

(She looks down at the floor and draws a very large breath which in turn releases as a very large sigh.)

Chaz Holiday: “I understand. Would you like me to help you find him? No promises he’ll actually be there but I can at least get you going in the right direction.”

Hadley: “That’d be great if you at least led me in the right direction.”

(Hadley starts walking with her folder in her arms and Chaz leads right beside her.)

Hadley: “So… that’s a bright shiny belt you have on there. Must be pretty proud of that huh?”

Chaz Holiday: “I certainly am. I was looking to possibly add the FGA Tag Team Titles to it too but…”

(Chaz let out a slight sigh.)

Chaz Holiday: “Don’t think that’s going to be in the cards for me now.”

(Hadley could tell there was something to what he was saying. Something that must have happened recently. She felt good about asking him about it. He seemed like a really nice guy and on top of that, he was pretty darn cute too.)

Hadley: “Oh no! Why? What happened?”

Chaz Holiday: “That’s a darn good question. I’m wondering the same thing. I was suppose to be in this tag team tournament that’s going on. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. Dynamic Duos. Winner of the tournament would receive a tag team title match. Well, my partner was this girl named Babs Ryan. And she just kinda… Disappeared. Left me hanging without a word. I have no clue where she is.”

(He shrugged his shoulders.)

Chaz Holiday: “Can’t really compete in something called ‘Dynamic Duos’ when there is no duo, ya know.”

(Hadley gasped. She couldn’t believe anyone would be so rude as to leave him hanging. She hoped there was a good reason, but human nature being how it is she assumed the worst of her.)

Hadley: “That’s terrible. Your duo left you? I’m so sad for you. How long do you have to find a new partner?”

Chaz Holiday: “Not very long. The next show is supposed to be my match. I guess I’m just going to have to drop out of it.”

Hadley: “Oh no!”

(A thought took over Hadley at that very moment. She wasn’t ‘technically’ allowed to be backstage. In fact, if someone found her right now, her only saving grace might be the fact she was hanging out with Chaz. If she had a reason to be at FGA shows, she could definitely get close to Dan with no worries. Not to mention, slapping hands with a hottie wasn’t too big of a problem for her.”

Hadley: “I have an idea for you… if you’re willing to listen.”

Chaz Holiday: “Of course. What is it?”

(Chaz stopped walking, looking at her with curious eyes. She bit her bottom lip looking up at him before speaking.)

Hadley: “Well, I mean, I have wrestling training. I have nothing going on. I wouldn’t mind being your tag partner if you need one. I mean, that’s if you really want to do this.”

Chaz Holiday: “...Okay, sure!”

Hadley: “I understa- Wait, what? Yes?”

Chaz Holiday: “Yeah, why not! You seem like a lovely young lady. I need a partner and you want to wrestle. We can help each other out here.”

Hadley: “That’s great! I’m super excited now Chaz!”

(She jumps up hugging him. He has a confused look at first before hugging her back. She lets go and they keep walking down the hall.)

Hadley: “We’re like totally gonna own this thing Chaz. I mean look at you! You’re a sexy beast!”

(Chaz blushed a bit, waving a hand in her direction.)

Chaz Holiday: “Oh staaaahp. You’re just being nice. But yes, I think we’ll totally rock this tournament!”

Hadley: “Well how about this, after the show you meet at the Holiday Inn and we can talk strategy huh? I gotta find Dan right now. But I totally want to talk about everything with you!”

Chaz Holiday: “That sounds like a plan to me. I think you can take it the rest of the way from here. You just go down this corridor a little further and then take the first left you see. If Dan is where you say he is, you’ll find him there.”

Hadley: “OMG, Thank you Chaz! I’m so glad I ran into you! I’ll see you later tonight. Good luck with whatever you’ve got going on.”

(Hadley stuck her tongue out at him since it seemed a bit rude to not know what he had going on. She waved at him then continued down the hall without him. He turned, you saw a smile spread on his face and he headed the other way. The camera then headed back to the commentator’s booth in the arena.)

[FGA Office]

Joshua Black vs. Camellia D. Magna

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at 145 pounds... CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Clement: After eliminating Thaddeus Grey from the Gold Rush Rumble, Cami is finally looking to put that chapter of her life behind her.

Grayson: For months, she had to deal with Thaddeus Grey. But now, she can finally move forward and who knows what's in store for her. The possibilities are endless.

The lights in the arena start to flicker as the beginning of "This Is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena. A man walks out from the back wearing a black suit and a black shirt with a white tie. He has a thick beard and thick glasses. Obviously, this is Johnny Windham.

## Everything has been said before ##
## There's nothing left to say anymore ##
## When it's all the same ##
## You can ask for it by name ##

Next, wearing a tight black leather mini-skirt, a skin tight white shirt that says "Your Dream Come True" on the front in black lettering, and black go-go boots, Heather Black walks out from behind the curtain. Her shoulder length dark red hair is tied back and her outfit definitely shows off her figure.

## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##

Finally, out from behind the curtain, is the man everyone came to see, Joshua Black. Joshua is wearing his usual black tights that stop mid-thigh, with yellow trim at the waist and mid-thigh, and a black t-shirt with words "Flawless Victory" written on the front in yellow lettering. He stands at the entranceway between Johnny and Heather, looks around the crowd smiling, and starts heading to the ring.

## Babble babble bitch bitch ##
## Rebel rebel party party ##
## Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" ##
## Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely ##
## Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: ##
## Everybody sing along. ##

Cruz: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Heather Black and Johnny Windham! From Phoenix, Arizona! Weighing in at 240 pounds... JOSHUA BLACK!

As the group gets to the ring, Johnny walks up the steps and walks into the ring. Joshua picks Heather up by the waist and places her on the ring apron, as Johnny holds the ring ropes open for her to climb in. Joshua slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the corner of the ring. He jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, with a cocky grin on his face.

## Are you motherfuckers ready ##
## For the new shit? ##
## Stand up and admit, ##
## tomorrow's never coming. ##
## This is the new shit. ##
## Stand up and admit. ##
## Do we get it? No. ##
## Do we want it? Yeah. ##
## This is the new shit, ##
## Stand up and admit. ##

Joshua jumps off the turnbuckle and holds the ropes open for Heather to climb through the ropes. Johnny exits the ring and walks down the steps to the floor, then holds Heather's hand as she does the same as the music dies down and Joshua takes off his shirt and tosses it to Johnny.

Clement: Things weren't going all that great in Camp Black after the fallout from Only The Strong Survive. Joshua Black all but blamed Johnny Windham for his loss.

Grayson: Sometimes, you get angry and you say things that you don't mean. I'm more than positive that everything has been smoothed over between these two since then. Now that everyone is on the same page, they can work towards getting Joshua Black some gold.

The bell sounds as both grapplers head to the center of the ring to lockup. But Black cheap shots Cami with a kick to the midsection to boos from the crowd. After a series of right hands to the face, he then takes Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black goes for a back body drop. But Cami lands on her feet before running into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black throws her down with a powerslam to boos from the crowd. He hooks the leg.

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Cami kicks out.

Black picks up Cami, moves her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to boos from the crowd. He then takes Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. Black runs across the ring. But Cami nails him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Black stumbles back, Cami hoists herself up onto the middles ropes and goes for a flying hurricanrana. But Black counters with a powerbomb to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Black with another big counter, but it only get two.

Grayson: It doesn't matter. Every time Cami starts to gain a little momentum, he's right there to knock her back down.

Black picks up Cami and goes for a vertical suplex. But Cami slips down from behind and rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll...

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Black kicks out.

After both grapplers get to their feet, Cami rolls him up in a small package...

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TWO!
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Black kicks out.

After both grapplers get up, Black runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Cami ducks and rolls him up with a school boy...

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Cami gets yet another nearfall!

Grayson: Black better slam on the brakes quick. This is getting a little too close for comfort...

After both grappler get up, Black kicks Cami in the midsection, followed by a knee lift to boos from the crowd. He then picks Cami back up and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black goes for a back body drop. But Cami counters with a sunset flip to cheers from the crowd...

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Black kicks out.

Clement: Another pin attempt by Cami, but it only get two. Forget Joshua Black. It looks like Cami is trying to position herself in line for a Mid-Atlantic Legacy title shot.

Grayson: She's got a lot of people to jump over if she wants a shot at that title. Mainly, the man that's right across the ring from her.

As Black gets up, Cami runs over and knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Black gets back up, but Cami knocks him down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Black gets back up, Cami grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Black reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Black lifts her up, spins and throws her down with a spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Cami, grabs her around the waist and delivers the Succession of Greatness. The crowd boos as Black gets up, stands over Cami and yells out, “Greatness, Bitch!”

Clement: Joshua Black, classless as always.

Grayson: He's not being classless. He's simply telling the truth.

Black picks up Cami, hooks her leg and delivers And Boom Goes The Dynamite to boos from the crowd...

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TWO!
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THREE!

"This Is The New Shit" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOSHUA BLACK!

Heather Black and Johnny Windham get in the ring and raise Joshua's arms to boos from the crowd.

Clement: He might have lost at Only The Strong Survive. But Joshua Black bounced back with a strong performance over Camellia D. Magna.

Grayson: That he did. Black came so close to winning that belt. He wants to capture that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship so badly. Now, it's all about finding a way to get Chaz Holiday back into the ring.

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

(At the exact moment that the show started to become insanely boring, the sound of a thousand people snoring is broken up by John Bonham’s intro to “When The Levee Breaks” that wakes the crowd up in the manner that can only be done by the man, the myth, the Johnny Karma himself…Johnny Karma, as he saunters down to the ring, mic in hand and with Cherry Baum by his side, resplendent in a sports jacket, a crisp white shirt, and a pair of jeans.)

Clement: Here comes Johnny Karma, who's fresh off his loss to Jared James at Only the Strong Survive. Oh, and let's not also forget him losing yet another Gold Rush Rumble.

Grayson: There were 22 other grapplers that lost that match, too. Why are you singling out THE greatest technical wrestler in FGA today?

(Karma reaches ringside and climbs the ring steps, lifting Cherry onto the apron before allowing her to hold the ropes open for him, and he steps into the ring before he looks out towards his adoring public)

Karma: Ladies and…

(Karma hands the mic to Cherry for a moment, as he pauses to fix his hair, and after a couple of minutes Cherry passes the mic back to him.)

Karma: …ladies.

(Karma smirks)

Karma: It has come to my attention that I, the Battle Royal God of FWA, can claim something that nobody else in the Gold Rush Rumble can. You see, looking back at the match, something came to my attention: everyone else in the match was easily eliminated by one competitor, like the Battle Royal Nobodies they are, whilst Dan Herrera and Jimmy Page managed to be one step lamer by technically being eliminated by half a person, as Dom Harter eliminated the two of them with one hand at the same time. On the other hand…no offence to Page or Herrera, there was one man who was so dominant, so superior and so goshdarned amazing that it took two “men” to eliminate me, and they had to do it like a pair of thieves in the night running up behind me while I was distracted by winning the whole thing easily.

Cherry: That’s true, so true.

Karma: So with this in mind, I am here to issue a challenge to Dom Harter: as the single most dominant force in the history of the Gold Rush Rumble, I am entitled to a shot at the FWA World Championship, because when I set foot in that ring I come, I see, and I conquer.

Clement: He does know he didn't win, right?

Grayson: You do know that he doesn't care what you think, right?

Karma: Most of all, though, for the second year running I was the undisputed, undefeated Iron Man of the Gold Rush Rumble, a feat nobody has ever managed before and will never be bettered…until next year, when I make it three in a row!

Grayson: Three in a row? I can't wait!

Clement: Oh please.

Karma: So with the challenge laid out, what is your response Harter?

(The fans patiently wait for the music of the FGA World Heavyweight Champion. A few seconds go by with no sign of Harter, but instead, Hannah Montana's "Nobody's Perfect" hits the PA system, the crowd cheering loudly for the arrival of Cyncity. The 2014 Gold Rush Rumble Iron Woman skips onto the entrance ramp wearing her "Sex Sells" ring gear. With a microphone in one hand, her other hand held a trophy that read "2014 Gold Rush Iron Woman" on it. Cyncity held the trophy high in the air, staring down at the ring at Karma.)

Cyncity: Oh, Johnny. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Such a cute little thing you are. It's adorable how you come out here each and every show and come up with these... Accolades to cover up your short comings. But, heck... I'm not out here to take anything away from you, Johnny. Last year... You were the Iron Man of the FGA Gold Rush Rumble.

(The Plymouth crowd applauds Cyn's kind words, Johnny not seeming too interested in anything she has to say.)

Cyncity: But this year... There's a new chica who holds that crown, and it's not Iron Man... It's Iron Woman...and her name is Cyncity!

(The crowd pops again, Cyn licking her lips, never taking her eyes off Karma.)

Cyncity: Now ya know, I may not be Dom Harter, and I may not have walked out with the FGA World Championship, but at Gold Rush I proved that I'm one of the biggest threats to anybody on this roster, and tonight... Me and my partner Cordy Stevenson are going to prove why we're the best tag team in the industry!

(She pauses, taking a few steps toward the ring.)

Cyncity: But I have a problem, Johnny. I have a problem with you. You mention every single last somebody in the Gold Rush Rumble who stood out. You mention Dan, Page, Harter... But you forgot to mention the person who took the title that you speak so proudly of.

(She continues her steady pace toward the ring, holding out her trophy for the fans to touch it, her eyes on Karma.)

Cyncity: And as impressive as your performance last year was...

(She shines off a bright smile.)

Cyncity: I just happened to do it better. You want your stinkin' title match with Dom, then by all means...Get it, but I won't stand for you disrespecting what I managed to do, and that's break your record, buster!

(Karma looks to Cherry, and they exchange a few words before Karma turns to face Cyncity and raises the mic to his lips)

Karma: That was a real pretty speech, Chinkitty, but there's an itty bitty problem with what you say: you admitted it yourself, you are no Iron Man, so whatever you think you achieved in the Gold Rush Rumble is nothing more than a consolation prize.

Grayson: You tell her, Karma!

Karma: By all means, I'm all for equality, but your record of Chick That Was In The Gold Rush Rumble The Longest doesn't hold a candle next to the Iron Man trophy. The trophy that I've won. Twice.

(Cyn smirks, mouthing bravo sarcastically.)

Cyncity: Oh, you mean the Trophy that I have in my hand right now?

(She holds it high in the air, big pop from the crowd.)

Cyncity: Face it, Johhnyboy. Your time as FGA's Iron Man is over. If you want to live in the past, well... That's your own silly decision. But me? I live in the present. I live for the now. And at this moment, right this very second... You're not Iron Man anymore, Ozzy. You're not even Tony Stark. You're simply Johnny Karma. A guy with a couple cute t-shirts, and absolutely nothing else going for him.

(She glances at Cherry, biting down on her lip, staying in her spot on the entrance ramp.)

Cyncity: It's a new age in FGA, Johnny. And we've all seen that with the emergence of Dan Herrera, Riley Owens, and me, Cyn-friggin-city. And you, Johnnyboy? You're just a thing of the past, holding onto whatever you have left. Sadly, I took the last thing you had and that's the title of Iron Man. You want to prove that you're still this companies undisputed Iron Man? Okays.

(She licks her lips, pacing back and forth on the ramp.)

Cyncity: I has an idea! How about you beat me, and prove to these fans that you are in fact still what you say you are. Besides... We do still have unfinished beeswax, don't we?

Karma: Okay, first of all, I think everyone here knows that I have a lot of things going for me, amirite?

(Karma looks towards Cherry, who nods enthusiastically)

Karma: But most of all, you don’t seem to understand who you’re talking to. You see, I am here…

(Karma holds his hand level with his pec, to indicate his level)

Karma: …while you are…

(Karma slowly moves his hand down)

Karma: …wait a minute…

(Karma starts to lean over, continuing to move his hand towards the floor)

Karma: …almost there…

[Karma drops to a knee, before holding his hand a couple of inches above the canvas]

Karma: …here, and I think it’s fair to say there’s a long distance between the two. But since you issued a challenge, and I’m Iron Man enough to accept it…

(Karma gets back to his feet)

Karma: …you’re on.

(Cyn smiles, and bounces on her heels, ecstatic over the news. She tosses the microphone down onto the ramp and raises the Iron Woman trophy high in the air to the delight of the crowd.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos Tournament (Round One)
Riley Owens & Blake Jones vs. Casey Black & Lance Murphy

The opening sounds of Nyan Cat hit the speakers. The music is allowed to play until the opening Nyan are heard and Casey explodes through the curtain with a rambunctious expression on his face and questionable growth in the front of his tights. Lance then Lance busts through the curtain with an energy that is questionable for a man of his age.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 460 pounds... CASEY BLACK and LANCE MURPHY!

Making their way down the ramp, Casey & Lance slap hands with all of the fans that they are able to (even those who do not have their hands out). Casey pauses to sample their beverages and pose for selfies with them before sliding into the ring. Meanwhile, Lance jumps onto the ring apron and entering the squared circle over the second rope.

Clement: And here we are with match two of four in the first round of the Dynamic Duos Tournament!

Grayson: We've had one guest team advance already. Now Black & Murphy are trying to go two for two and advance to the semis. The winner of this match will face the winner of the Super Funtime Adventure League versus Chaz Holiday and his tag partner.

"Tonight Is The Night" by Outasight blares throughout the arena and through the curtains steps out Blake Jones, a smile on his face. He is wearing his regular wrestling trunks and a black jacket as he stands atop the ramp, pointing at a few fans who are hoisting up signs in support of the superstar out of Philly before making his way down the ramp.

Cruz: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 188 pounds! He is the "Philly Young Gun"... BLAKE JONES!

Blake slaps hands with the fans on the first row before jumping on the ring apron. With one jump, he gets over the top rope and lands safely on his feet before making a move towards a nearby corner and climbing to the middle turnbuckle. Jones looks out at the audience and shoots at fans of his, winking as he does so. Blake removes his jacket and tosses it to a nearby ring crew member before backflipping off of the corner and landing right on his feet. Blake yells out "Tonight is the night" before heading off to the corner and awaiting for the bell to ring.

Clement: Blake Jones is no stranger to tag team action. Some would call him a tag team specialist. But will he be able to work his magic once more with Riley Owens?

Grayson: Well he's not teaming with Sylar Drake anymore, so he's already made an upgrade there.

Clement: Oh stop.

"De(v)tails" by A Bullet for Pretty Boy begins to play over the speakers. Owens walks out onto the entrance ramp and look at the crowd. He adjusts his wrist tape and then slowly walks down the ramp.

Cruz: And his partner, now residing out of Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 200 pounds! He is the reigning Pride Champion... RILEY OWENS!

Owens walks around the ring once and wipes his boots before sliding into the ring. Owens climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises a fist. He hops off, adjust his kickpads, and waits for the opening bell.

Clement: And here is the new Pride Champion, Riley Owens!

Grayson: Riley is still riding the wave of that tremendous match he had against Jimmy Page at Only The Strong Survive. But Riley's a singles wrestler. He's not a tag team wrestler. He's never even teamed with Blake until now. He readily admits that these two don't know each other all that well. How is that going to factor into tonight's match?

The bell sounds as Riley and Black start things off. They lock up. After jockeying for position, Black places Riley in a side headlock. But Riley shoves Black off of him and into the ropes. When Black comes back, Riley drops down to the mat. Black then skips over him and then runs into the ropes. When Black comes back, Riley throws him down with a hip toss to cheers from the crowd. Black gets back up, but Riley throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Black gets back up, but Riley knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Riley picks up Black and places him in a side headlock. But Black shoves Riley off of him and into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he knocks down Black with a running shoulderblock. He then runs into the ropes as Black gets back up to his feet. When Riley comes back, Black leap frogs over him as Riley continues to run into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Black goes for a hip toss of his own. But Riley steps through it and tries to counter with another hip toss. But Black blocks and punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping his leg across the back of Riley's neck, Black performs a back flip. Once he lands on his feet, he throws down Riley with an arm drag. Riley gets back up, but Black throws him back down with another arm drag. Riley gets back up, but Black knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd.. Black motions for the cover, but Riley rolls out of the way. The two grapplers then size each other up as they step back towards their respective corners.

Clement: Things appear even thus far in the early goings of this match. And now it looks like Blake and Murphy are going to get involved in this one...

Riley tags in Blake Jones as Black tags in Lance Murphy. Once Blake and Murphy are in, they circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Murphy uses his strength advantage to move Blake into the corner. As Murphy presses Blake up against the ropes, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make the clean break. Murphy then goes in for a clothesline, but Blake ducks. When Murphy turns around, Blake delivers the Jones Combo to cheers from the crowd. He then places Blake in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog. But Murphy shoves Blake off of him and into the ropes. When Blake comes back, Murphy goes for a clothesline. But Blake ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Murphy down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Murphy kicks out.

Blake picks up Murphy and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Murphy hangs onto the ropes. So Blake runs over to attack him. But Murphy ducks the oncoming attack and tosses him over the top rope...

Grayson: Murphy dumps him over the top with a fireman's carry...

… but Blake lands safely on the apron. When Murphy turns around, he runs at Blake. But Blake grabs the top rope and drops down, sending Murphy tumbling over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd. As Murphy begins to get up on the outside, Blake gets back in the ring and then runs into the ropes. When Blake comes back, he runs across the ring, leaps through the ropes and connects with Jones, Jones and Away to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Jones with a dive to the outside!

Blake picks up Murphy, rolls him back into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Murphy kicks out.

Blake picks up Murphy, wrings his arm, drags him over towards his corner and tags in Riley. The crowd cheers as Riley gets back in. He delivers a roundhouse kick to the arm. Riley then delivers a series of alternating shoot kicks to the midsection, followed by a forearm smash. He then takes Murphy and whips him into the ropes. Black reaches over and makes the blind tag. When Murphy comes back, Riley bends over to set up a back body drop. But Murphy counters with a knee lift that knocks him down. As Riley gets back up, Black connects with a springboard leg lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Riley and Blake have been solid in this one. But Black & Murphy continue to hold their own.

Grayson: Exactly. These two aren't pushovers. It wouldn't surprise me if these two were able to use their tag team experience to gain control of this contest.

Black picks up Riley and connects with a European Uppercut. Riley then comes back with a forearm strike. Black delivers another European Uppercut. But Riley comes back with another forearm strike... and another... and another. After turning Black around, Riley grabs him around the waist, runs into the ropes, rolls back and goes for the Chaos Theory. But Black elbows him in the face. He then performs a standing switch, crosses Riley's arm and delivers a Straightjacket German Supex to cheers from the crowd. As Riley slowly gets up on one knee, Black runs into the ropes. When Black comes back, he connects with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Black picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. Blake makes the blind tag. When Riley comes back, he slides through Black's legs. When Black turns around, Riley gets up and connects with a spinning backfist. The backfist turns Black around, sending him right into a jumping DDT from Blake to cheers from the crowd. He turns Black over and makes the cover.

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Murphy breaks up the pin.

As Murphy heads back out onto the apron, Blake picks up Black and whips him into the ropes. Blake then goes for a hurricarana. But he goes for it too early as Black hangs onto the ropes. Blake then falls back, hitting the back of his head against the canvas. As Blake slowly gets up, Black runs over and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He then picks Blake back up and plants him with a double arm DDT to cheers from the crowd. Black turns him over and makes the cover.

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Blake gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Black picks Blake back up, lifts him in the air and holds him in place for a good ten seconds. He then plants Blake with a brainbuster before floating over for the cover.

Clement: Casey Black drops Blake right on his head with a brianbuster!

Grayson: I think that's it right there...

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Blake gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Black picks up Blake, lifts him up across his shoulders and goes for a Torture Rack flipped into a facebuster. But Blake lands on his feet and counters into a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. After stumbling over into the corner, Blake then springboards up to the top turnbuckle. Once Black gets up and turns around, Blake flips off, knocking him down with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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

Blake begins to move around on the canvas while Black is still on his back.




FOUR...




FIVE...





SIX...



Black reaches up and tags in Murphy as Blake dives over and tags in Riley. The crowd cheers as both men rush towards the center of the ring.

Grayson: Both partners are in!

Clement: Here we go!

But Murphy knocks Riley down with a running shoulderblock. As Riley gets up, Murphy grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Murphy throws out a clothesline. But Riley ducks. When Murphy turns around, he turnings into a rolling solebutt kick to the midsection. After placing Murphy in a cravat, Riley delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. He then turns Murphy around and delivers an Everest German Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Black breaks up the pin.

Black picks up Riley and goes for an irish whip. But Riley reverses, sending Black into the ropes. When Black comes back, Riley drops down to the canvas. Black jumps over Riley. But Blake connects with a running single leg dropkick in mid air, turning Black inside out to cheers from the crowd. He then heads to the outside as Riley picks up Murphy. After grabbing Murphy from behind, Riley delivers a Sleeper Suplex to cheers from the crowd. Blake then springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with The Equalizer to cheers from the crowd. As Riley runs into the ropes, Blake sits up Murphy. When Riley comes back, he connects with Unnecessary Roughness to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"De(v)tails" blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Cruz: Here are your winners, RILEY OWENS and BLAKE JONES!

Riley and Blake get their arms raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: They've done it! Riley and Blake get their first win as a tag team!

Grayson: Riley and Blake are established singles wrestlers. But we didn't know how they'd fair as a team. If this was a sign of things to come, then all the remaining teams in the Dynamic Duos may need to be on the lookout.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Dan Herrera vs. Jack Reynolds

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

...Spoken...

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

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 215 pounds... DAN HERRERA!

(As Dan makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with the fans on either side of the entrance-way. He gets to the ring and walks up the ropes. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Once in the ring he walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.)

Clement: Dan Herrera's fresh off of a dominating performance in the Gold Rush Rumble. He was spearing grapplers right and left and was one of the last three men standing in the ring.

Grayson: Yeah? But what did that give him? Did that win him the title? No, he took his eyes off the ball, Dom Harter took advantage and now, he's stuck on the outside looking in and wondering, "what if?"

The bell sounds as both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Reynolds moves Herrera into the corner. The ref then goes over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Both men make a clean break. Reynolds then throws a haymaker, but Herrera ducks. When Reynolds turns around, Herrera grabs him and whips him into the opposite corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then delivers a knee strike, followed by a knife-edge chop, followed by an elbow strike, followed by a forearm strike to the face. He then takes Reynolds and whips him hard into the previous corner. As Reynolds stumbles out, Herrera delivers a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Reynolds gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with a running shoulderlbock to cheers from the crowd. Reynolds gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. As Reynolds gets up and stumbles back, Herrera goes for another running clothesline. But Reynolds side steps, grabs Herrera and tosses him over the top rope...

Grayson: There goes Herrera flying to the outside...

… but Herrera lands on his feet to cheers from the crowd. He quickly reaches back into the ring, grabs Reynolds by the ankles and yanks him down to the canvas. After dragging Reynolds to the outside, Herrera lifts him up for the Wit's End to cheers from the crowd. But Reynolds reaches out and grabs the bottom rope with both hands.

Clement: Herrera's trying to throw him down with the Wit's End! If he hits that, especially on the outside, then this match is over!

Grayson: But look at Reynolds! Look at him hanging onto the ropes for dear life.

After Herrera lefts him down, Reynolds delivers a kick to the midsection to boos from the crowd. After slamming Herrera head against the apron, Reynolds knocks him down with an STO. He then picks up Herrera and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Reynolds climbs the turnbuckles. Once Herrera gets up and turns around, Reynolds knocks him down with a missile dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Reynolds picks up Herrera, grabs his arm, wrings it and heads into the corner. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, Reynolds goes for a rope walk along the top rope. He then jumps off and knocks Herrera down with a clubbing shot to the back. The crowd boos as Reynolds turns him over and makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Clement: Another near fall there from Reynolds.

Grayson: Reynolds is trying to stop this slide that he's on and get a win over FGA's newest "Flavor of the Month."

Reynolds picks up Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Reynolds into the ropes. When Reynolds comes back, Herrera scoops him up across his shoulders and delivers a Samoan Drop to cheers from the crowd. He then gets up, walks across the ring and crouches down, waiting for Reynolds to get up. Once Reynolds gets up and turns around, Herrera darts over and spears him to cheers from the crowd. Herrera gets up, picks up Reynolds, lifts him up and throws him down with the Final Word to cheers from the crowd. After bringing Reynolds into the corner and sitting him up on the top turnbuckle, Herrera grabs him, walks from out of the corner and drops him with the Walking Papers to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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"Dangerous Business Since 1979" blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Cruz: Here is your winner, DAN HERRERA!

Herrera gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Just like than, Dan Herrera picks up the win. Herrera came close to winning the Gold Rush Rumble. He came so close to becoming the next FGA World Champion. After having the FGA World Championship within reach, Herrera isn't going to stop until he comes back and claims that championship as his own.

[FGA Office]

Saturday, June 28
2300 Arena
Philadelphia, PA

[FGA Office]

("De(v)tails" by A Bullet for Pretty Boy plays over the speakers. Riley Owens comes out from behind the back. He hold the Pride Championship up in the air as the fans cheer. He then makes his way down to the ring. Riley slides into the ring and is handed a mic.)

Owens: You know, I signed with FGA in November of last year. I was excited; but I was also nervous. FGA has been around of a while, and the company is known for having some of the best wrestlers on the planet. I wanted to come in and prove myself; I wanted to prove that I compete with the best. So, like the cliché says, ‘I started from the bottom.’ I wasn’t really concerned with anything except for having good matches. Eventually, I began to climb up the ladder. Ha, I climbed so high that I eventually bumped my head on Jimmy Page’s boot; the next thing I knew I was getting a title shot and entering the rumble. It was…it was a hard road. Say what you want about Jimmy Page, but he is a fighter, just as I am. And at Only the Strong Survive two fighters entered that ring and battled.

Riley looks down at the title belt in his hands.

Owens: And in the end, I pulled it off; I won. Or, should I say “we” won! I told you all before that match that I was fighting for you. I may be the one carrying this title belt around; but fans, please know that this is just as much yours as it is mine. The truth of the matter is; I’d be nothing without your support!

The fans cheer.

Owens: You know, after the iPPV, the landscape here changed a bit. Dom Harter is on top, but that isn’t really a surprise. But now you’ve got the rise of Cyncity. She has been nothing short of spectacular since joining the company. Then you have got Jared James. Mr. James was signed here once before. Months ago he came back with a mighty vengeance. He came back to prove just how great he really is; and so far he has. And then you’ve got people like Chaz Holiday, a fellow champion. He’s an overall good dude and one hell of a wrestler.

The crowd cheers for the other stars.

Owens: I recognize that I’ve got a target on my back on; that’s just one of the challenges of being a champion. But I want to let you all know that you shouldn’t worry. You see, I’m going to be a fighting champion. I’m not going to be ducking and dodging; I’m going to face each challenge head on. Now, I mentioned Cyncity and Jared specifically because there is a good chance I could be facing one of them soon. I’ve tagged with both of them in the past; I know how good they can be. To be perfectly honest, I’d like to face both of them someday; it would be a great honor. Or who knows, FGA might decide to pick someone else. All I’m saying is this; I’m going to defend this title with honor, no matter who comes my way. And if it is Cyncity or Jared, then I’ll look forward to the challenge.

Thank you all!

(Riley’s music hits. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Dynamic Duos Tournament (Round One)
Sex Sells vs. Pure Excellence

"Starin' Through My Rear View" by 2Pac plays as Randal Williams and Jeffrey Alexander step through the curtain. They stand where they are as the chorus plays. They then march down to the ring like two men on a mission.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 492 pounds! They are the team of Randal Williams and Jeffrey Alexander... PURE EXCELLENCE!

“Let’s Go” by Calvin Harris & Ne-Yo begins to blast throughout the arena, as the duo of Sex Sells make their way from behind the curtain. They stop atop the ramp, and strike a pose; Cordy dropping to a knee, and Cindy standing behind her, both with their arms outstretched, giving the fans the perfect photo op. After a few seconds, Cordy pushes back up to her feet, and the two energetically make their way down the ramp, dancing to the music and livening up the crowd, slapping hands along the way as they move towards the ring.

Clement: Here is the third and final Dynamic Duos Match of the evening as Pure Excellence takes on Sex Sells. Jeffrey Alexander and Randal Williams haven't teamed in quite some time. Will they be able to come together to defeat the opposition?

Grayson: I think you're asking the wrong team those questions, Kev.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 273 pounds! They are the team of Cindy Parker and Cordelia Stevenson... SEX SELLS!

Cordy stops and gives her hat away to a fan before they finally hop onto the apron, and climb teasingly slow through the ropes much to the delight of the crowd. They then make their way to opposite turnbuckles and climb up raising their hands into the air before hopping down and making their way to their corner.

Clement: The Sex Sells Reunion Tour is live and in full effect! Listen to this crowd, Evan! Look at these two best friends! They look to be on the same page to me.

Grayson: Fake.

Clement: What!?

Grayson: They're two phonies. Oh yes, they've got their game faces on right now. They're doing all the right things for the camera. But I bet these two hate each others guts deep down...

The bell sounds as Alexander and Williams attack from behind to boos from the crowd. Alexander knocks down Cordy with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck as Williams knocks down Cyncity with a clothesline.

Clement: And this match is underway as Pure Excellence is wasting no time going after Sex Sells!

Grayson: They know what's on the line. The know what's at stake. It's win or go home!

Alexander brings Cordy into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He then delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Williams then takes Cyncity and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. Williams heads to the outside, picks up Cyncity and drops her across the barricade with a snake eyes, sending her falling down to the canvas. The crowd continues to boo as Williams chokes Cyncity while pulling down on the barricade.

Clement: Randal Williams is having his way with Cyncity after catching her off guard.

Grayson: Instead of singing and dancing, maybe she should have been focused on, you know, the competition.

Back in the ring, Alexander drags Cordy from out of the corner. He proceeds to stomp away on her ankle to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Look at Alexander! He's stomping on the same ankle that Cordelia injured last year.

Grayson: Sounds like a smart idea to me. She can't flip around when she can't walk.

Alexander takes Cordy and whips her hard chest-first into the corner. As Cordy stumbles back, Alexander delivers a high angle belly to back suplex to boos from the crowd. Back on the outside, Williams grabs Cyncity and delivers a leg hook saito suplex to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Pure Excellence has dominated the early goings of this contest. If this is a sign of things to come, then Sex Sells is in deep trouble.

Grayson: I told you this would happen. I told you they weren't on the same page.

Clement: They were attacked from behind!

After Williams rolls Cyncity back into the ring, he rolls himself back in. Pure Excellence then pick up Cyncity and whip her into the corner. Williams runs into the corner. But he runs into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. Alexander then runs into the corner. But Cyncity nails him with an elbow to cheers from the crowd. Pure Excellence then run back over towards the corner. But Cyncity springboards to the top turnbuckle and knocks them down with the Emphatic Whispers to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cyncity takes out both members of Pure Excellence! This is the break Sex Sells needs to get back in this one.

Cordy picks up Williams and whips him into the ropes. When Williams comes back, Cordy delivers a dropkick to the leg, knocking Williams down to one knee. She then gets up, applies a front facelock and then plants Williams with a kneeling snap DDT to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity takes Alexander, delivers a kiss to the cheek and then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she turns Alexander inside out with Beauty and the Knee.

Clement: Sex Sells with the rally! They've taken control of this match and aren't looking to give it back!

After Sex Sells tosses Alexander through the ropes and to the floor, Cordy takes Williams and snapmares him over as Cyncity runs into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity picks up a dazed Williams and connects with a superkick. The superkick knocks Williams over towards Cordy, who delivers The Allure to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity then comes off the top turnbuckles and connects with the Standing Ovation to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Super Sexy One Night Stand! That's got to be it...

As Cyncity makes the cover on Williams, Alexander climbs up onto the apron. But Cordy runs into the corner, springboards onto the middle turnbuckle, jumps back and knocks Alexander off with The Beautiful Nightmare to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

“Let’s Go” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Cruz: Here are your winners, SEX SELLS!

Cordy and Cyncity get their arms raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Sex Sells pick up the win! Cordy and Cyncity advance, prolonging the Reunion Tour!

Grayson: It's just one match. It means nothing. They are a long ways away from that World Tag Team title shot. The road to the end only gets harder from here.

[FGA Office]

(We flash to the backstage area in Plymouth, Massachusetts, where Jared James and Dexter Wolfe are seen warming up on the concrete walkways: performing a variety of stretches. A few moments pass before Jared jerks up and looks at the camera, his trademark grin flashed as he inches closer and closer to the FGA audience.)

Jared: Well ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad that I – Jared James – can stand before you in Massachusetts with one thing to say to each and every one of you: I told you so.

(Jared lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head a little arrogantly.)

Jared: My ego aside, though, I am proud to be able to put Johnny Karma in his place. He’s antics possessed a little too much sizzle for my blood, and I showed the FGA just what can happen if you keep your nose to the grindstone. I scratched and clawed my way to that victory at Only The Strong Survive. No extra flare. No assistance from my good friend Dexter Wolfe. Just blood, sweat and tears.

(Jared’s playful demeanor slowly dissipated through that small rant of his, a more solemn expression now plastered across his face.)

Jared: I did not get any added perks by beating Johnny Karma. No trophies. No medals. No bonus in my bank account. Just an inflated ego for a couple of weeks, before I put my moral victory aside and return my focus to my job: wrestling.

Which is exactly why I stand before you today. I have had my fun with Johnny Karma. Our little feud will brought some great memories – I have a whole scrapbook at home filled with them. But I am looking to move onward and upward. That’s what you have to do in FGA, in order to survive. That is why Riley Owens – who earlier proclaimed his desire to be a fighting champion – peaked my interests. Owens is a class act, folks, a true challenge inside the ring: I would know, I have seen him up close and in person. And I, Jared James, want to take a swing at that challenge. A battle not only for respect, but for the FGA Pride Championship: the only belt that would be adequate enough for a match that possessed two technically skilled performers like Riley and I.

So kid, what do you say? Mind giving the old FGA veteran a shot? I’ll be waiting, Riley. The ball is now in your court.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Kevin Hardaway vs. Jared James

The familiar riff of Washed Out's "Feel It All Around" permeates through the arena as Jared James, joined with Dexter Wolfe at his side, slowly waltzes out from the backstage area. A slight grin on his face, James paces his way down to the ring with Wolfe slightly trailing. During this short journey, he periodically stops to high five fans in attendance.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, now residing out of Portsmouth, New Hampshire! Weighing in at 187 pounds... JARED JAMES!

Once at the ring, he rolls onto the mat and in one motion hops up onto his feet before running into the far corner -- jumping up to the second rope. He throws both arms into the air, enthusiasm plastered across his face, before jumping down to the mat once more and heading into his corner where he sits on the bottom rope in anticipation for his upcoming bout.

Clement: Jared James got the big win over Johnny Karma at Only The Strong Survive. Jared continues his impressive run since returning this past January and looks to continue to prove himself as one of the best.

Grayson: Well that's all fine and good. He's defeated Karma. He's yet to be pinned during his return. But tonight, he's going up against a whole different animal in this man...

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

Cruz: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland! Weighing in at 229 pounds! He is "The Voice of the Violence"... KEVIN HARDAWAY!

A few hands get kicked away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the top buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring before backing into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Clement: Kevin Hardaway turned his back on his fans and Chris Bond with his actions at the Hershey DVD Taping last month. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. His actions at Only The Strong Survive were reprehensible.

Grayson: Were they really? I still fail to see how Hardaway is the bad guy in all of this. Bond was the one that lied. Bond was the one that pulled the wool over everyone's eyes. So Hardaway, feeling betrayed, attacks Bond and now he's the villain?

The bell sounds as Hardaway walks up to Jared. He gets right in Jared's face and tells him that he should have ran when he had the chance. The crowd cheers when Jared shoves Hardaway back.

Grayson: Oh Jared. That was probably the worst thing you could have done...

Hardaway comes back at Jared. But Jared throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. As Hardaway gets back up, Jared places him in a side headlock. But Hardaway quickly shoves Jared off of him and into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Hardaway knocks him down with a shoulder block. The crowd boos as Hardaway stomps away at Jared's chest. He then reaches down, picks up Jared and moves him towards the corner. As Hardaway moves him into the corner, he delivers a series of alternating knee strikes to the midsection. Once Jared is in the corner, Hardaway unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Jared and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway then runs across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Hardaway stumbles back, Jared runs from out of the corner. But Hardaway catches him with a spinning back kick to the midsection, followed by an ax kick to the back of the head. The crowd boos as Hardaway turns Jared over and makes the cover.

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Jared kicks out.

Hardaway picks up Jared and whips him into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Hardaway goes for a back elbow to the face. But Jared ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Hardaway goes for the Decap Lariat. But Jared ducks under, floats over across Hardaway's back and brings him down with a crucifix to cheers from the crowd...

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up.

After both men get up, Hardaway nails Jared with a forearm strike. But Jared comes back with a right hand. Hardaway delivers another forearm strike to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers when Jared comes back with another right hand. Hardaway goes for another forearm strike. But Jared delivers another punch before Hardaway can connect. Jared then delivers another punch... and another punch... and another punch. After a kick to the midsection, Jared grabs Hardaway and goes for an irish whip. But Hardaway reverses, sending Jared into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Hardaway bends over to set up a back body drop. But Jared stops, lifts up Hardaway and plants him with a cradle piledriver to cheers from the crowd. But before Jared can make the cover, Hardaway rolls to the outside.

Clement: Big piledriver there by Jared! He's more than holding his own in there against "The Voice of the Violence."

Grayson: Which is a surprise to me. I figured Hardaway would be flinging him around the ring like a rag doll by now. But Jared is showing some toughness by going blow for blow with Hardaway. I'm not sure how smart that's going to be in the long run, though...

As Hardaway tries to take a breather, Jared runs into the ropes. When Hardaway turns around, Jared baseball slides head-first out of the ring, grabs Hardaway in mid-slide to the outside and plants him with a DDT to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver by Jared!

Grayson: Hardaway looks to be on Dream Street, Kev...

Jared picks him up, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Hardaway gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Jared picks up Hardaway, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Jared climbs up onto the middle ropes and begins to punch Hardaway as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SE--

Hardaway grabs Jared, heads from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop to boos from the crowd. He then grabs Jared, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. After reaching through the ropes, Hardaway grabs Jared and drags him into position across the middle rope. Hardaway looks around and smirks as the crowd is really letting him have it.

Clement: Oh come on!

Grayson: Ah ha ha! This is great!

Hardaway laughs before planting Jared with Bond's “Rejection” DDT. The crowd erupts in boos as he makes the cover.

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Jared gets his shoulder up.

Hardaway picks up Jared and brings him into the corner. He unleashes a series of shoot kicks to boos from the crowd. He then takes Jared and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring and connects with a corner Shining Wizard. Hardaway then goes for a running bulldog out of the corner. But Jared shoves Hardaway off of him and into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, he goes for another Decap Lariat. But again, Jared ducks. When Hardaway turns around....

Clement: PELE! Pele Kick from Jared!

Jared picks up Hardaway before bringing him back down with The Dagger to cheers from the crowd. Jared gets back up and points to the top turnbuckle. He heads to the outside as the crowd cheers.

Clement: Jared's got Hardaway right where he wants him. If he hits this, this could be it.

Grayson: Roll out of the way, K-Hard. Roll out of the way. get your knees up. Do something...

As Hardaway gets up, Jared climbs the turnbuckles. When Hardaway turns around, Jared leaps off from the top and connects with a flying cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

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TH-NO!

Hardaway gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Jared picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Jared bends over to set up a back body drop. But Hardaway counters with KTFO~! to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: BAM! Lights out! It's academic from here, Kev...

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THR-NO!

Jared gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: No it's not! Jared's still got some life left!

Hardaway picks up Jared and knees him in the midsection. After positioning himself behind Jared, Hardaway goes for a belly to back suplex. But Jared rolls over Hardaway's shoulder, lands on his feet and counters with a jumping reverses bulldog to cheers from the crowd. After Jared gets back up, he goes over, lifts up Hardaway's leg and signals for the Cedar River Leg Lock to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Hardaway kicks Jared in the face with his free leg, sending him stumbling into the corner. As Hardaway gets up, Jared runs from out of the corner and goes for another Dagger. But this time, Hardaway rolls through it and counters with a bridging northern lights suplex to boos from the crowd.

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Jared gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a match between these two!

Grayson: Jared is still hanging around. How, I don't know...

Hardaway picks up Jared and throws him down with a scoop slam. After stepping out onto the apron, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Hardaway shouts out “ALL HOPE IS DEAD!” before leaping off for a Frog Splash. But Jared rolls out of the way, causing Hardaway to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: ... and nobody's home!

After both wrestlers get up, Jared runs over and knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway gets back up, but Jared knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Jared goes for a third dropkick. But Hardaway side steps and swats him down. As Jared tries to get up, Hardaway delivers a punt kick to the ribs to boos from the crowd. Hardaway then picks up Jared and goes for an irish whip. But Jared reverses, sending Hardaway into the ropes. When Hardaway comes back, Jared takes him down with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Hardaway gets up, but Jared knocks him back down with a spinning roundhouse kick to cheers from the crowd. Jared picks Hardaway up before throwing him down with a scoop slam to cheers from the crowd. After stepping through the ropes, he begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Jared is near the top, Hardaway runs over, grabs him and slams him off to boos from the crowd. As Jared turns over and slowly gets back up, Hardaway runs across the ring and connects with a Rolling Koppu Kick to the head. He then picks up Jared, lifts him up and throws him down with the William Driver to boos from the crowd. Hardaway then picks up Jared, lifts him up and delivers The End of Heartache to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Violence (Enough is Enough)" blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner, KEVIN HARDAWAY!

Hardaway gets his arm raised in victory to boos from the crowd.

Clement: A good back and forth match there by both men. But Hardaway gets the win.

Grayson: Jared gave K-Hard all he had. I was even nervous there a few times. But Hardaway was just that much better. And that was all the difference here tonight. Though if I were Jared, I'd be thanking my lucky stars that I got off easier than Bond did.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(The main event of the evening is over, Kevin Hardaway and Jared James have made their way backstage as some of the fans begin to head towards the exit. They are, however, interrupted by the opening chords of ‘Superunknown’ by Soundgarden. Those who were still seated immediately break out in a chorus of boos as the new FGA World Champion, the ‘Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter appears from behind the curtain. He’s not dressed in his ring attire, obviously, instead opting for a pair of jeans and a black #HarterHitsHarder t-shirt.)

Grayson: Looks like the night isn’t over yet, Kevin.

Clement: Harter wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight, but it looks like he’s …uh, gracing the fans with his presence.

(With the title belt slung over his shoulder and a smug smile on his face, Harter makes his way slowly down the aisle, mocking the fans as he goes as he points to the title belt. One fan gets particular vocal, telling Dom he got lucky again, but Harter just laughs and flips her off before continue his slow walk towards the ring.)

Clement: That wasn’t necessary.

(The champion climbs up the ring steps, pausing before he steps through the ropes to soak in more of the boos from the Plymouth fans. The crooked grin on his face grows wider than usual as he enters the ring and lifts the microphone to his lips.)

Dom Harter: Hello Plymouth…

(He says with a smirk. The fans boo.)

Dom Harter: Is that any way to treat your new FGA World Champion? I mean, I bother to come all the way to the ass end of Massachusetts so you can all see me, so you can all see your World champion. So you can congratulate me on winning the Gold Rush Rumble for a second year in a row. So you can all congratulate me for fulfilling my destiny of becoming the FGA World Champion…

(A “you got lucky” chant starts up, but Harter just chuckles as he begins to pace around the ring, looking out across the fans as he talks.)

Dom Harter: …kid, I’m not getting lucky until I meet your mom after the show. 

(Dom says to one over zealous fan in the front row. The teenager throws his empty cup into the ring, only to watch it land limply at Dom’s feet. He kicks it out of the ring casually.)

Dom Harter: You see, last time we were in Plymouth – as some of you may remember – was one of the lowest points of my career. That night, last June, was the night I lost the FGA Championship to Chris Q.

(The fans pop hard. Harter shakes his head.)

Dom Harter: Which makes this my grand return, because now I stand before with that belt back in my possession. As the man who has ran rough shod over this promotion ever since that day, and I can stand here and tell you all … I did it! I did it ON MY OWN! Without help or interference, I BECAME THE FGA WORLD CHAMPION! And not one person in the back can dispute that. Not one person can claim I don’t deserve to hold this belt. And not one of you…

(Dom points out across the audience.)

Dom Harter: …can repeat the same shit you have spewed for the last year. Is that all my critics silenced? Do I hear those nagging voices any more, telling me I cheated to win, that I took the easy way? Does anybody want to tell me that I’m nothing without the help of Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler now? How about, Jared James? Do you want to come out here and tell me anything? That I’m not fit to be champion, maybe. Maybe you want to congratulate me for my performance, my victory…

(Harter pauses.)

Dom Harter: I mean, you were so quick to congratulate Holiday for retaining his title. And Owens for winning the Pride championship. What about me, James? No congratulations Dom. No way to go, champ. How about you two, Super Mario Wrestling Brothers. Do you want to boast about eliminating Malcolm – because we all know it took both of you to do it. Or do you want to snipe at me some more, tell me again that I’m nothing without the help of The Murder.

(Another pause as Harter stops pacing, resting his arms across the top rope as he looks up the aisle.)

Dom Harter: Or do you guys all want to stay silent? Prove yourself to be hypocrites of the worst kind. You’re pathetic. You’re worthless. But at least you had the decency not to degrade yourself – you didn’t get on your hands and knees and beg me–BEG ME–for a title shot. Let me say this one more time to be clear, Jimmy Page. You don’t DESERVE anything. The score as it stands is Dom Harter 2, Jimmy Page 0! And all those cheap shots you took at me, attacking me with a bottle of Crown Royal, attacking Bob backstage. The after match attack. The glee you felt, the delight you had when you interrupted me a few weeks ago to tell me that I wouldn’t be granted the FGA World Championship…

(Harter pauses.)

Dom Harter: That I’d have to go through twenty other superstars–THAT I’D HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOU–to win this belt. And you have the gall to ASK ME, to BEG ME for a title shot. You have the sheer audacity to question my decision, to call for my head … No! You want a title shot, Jim, you’ll take what is given to you. And you will do well to thank me–THANK ME, JIMMY–for throwing you a bone. For giving you yet another chance to fall at my feet. Because if you want a title match, Jim, then at All Star Showdown III, it’ll be Dom Harter versus Jimmy Page … versus Dan Herrera…

(Suddenly someone bursts through the curtains. The grungy appearance and the brooding strut towards the ring, it's pretty obvious it's Jimmy Page. No music, no warning, just Jimmy Page, marching down towards the ring. He makes a B-line for the announcer, snatching the microphone away, and then rolling into the ring. He's pacing back and forth, fuming...)

Jimmy Page: No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!! NO!!! NO, you are NOT going to do this. You aren't going to weasal out of our match, WE ARE NOT THROUGH!!! See, I knew it, I knew, somewhere inside of my head I knew Dom Harter didn't have the sack to answer my pleads. Dom Harter wasn't man enough, even though I BEGGED HIM, ON MY HANDS AND KNEES, I BEGGED HIM to be a man. But in Dom Harter fashion, if a challenge stands RIGHT in front of him, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM...he backs down. Are you happy? You got your little "HarterHitHarder" T-shirt on you're going on this long winded rant about how you've FINALLY gotten the belt you deserve...

(Jimmy spits near Dom's feet, he glares him down, Dom flashing his smug grin as he holds the belt up in Page's face. Jimmy wipes his mouth and continues to pace the ring in a frantic manner.)

Jimmy Page: See, I can stand a lot of people. I can stand murderers, I can stand prostitutes, drug addicts, drug PUSHERS, but what I cannot stand...is a thief. You w-w-wanna BRAG--what was it-- D-Dom Harter 2 Jimmy Page 0? TWO TIMES HARTER, TWO TIMES YOU NEEDED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOUR HAND!!! TWO!!! TWO FUCKING TIMES!!!! There's a REASON you can't look me straight in the eye and say you're a clear winner. That's why you came out here, that's why you came out here in front of ALL these people to gloat. You can't gloat in my face, you can't say you beat me fair and square and you sure as Hell can't say you're a champion. I stood in this ring and I BLEED, I HURT, I PUT MY BODY ON THE LINE HARDER!!! I DEFENDED MY CHAMPIONSHIP--

(Jimmy gets down on his knees, he pounds the mat as hard as possible. The fans are stirring a bit at Jimmy's meltdown.)

Jimmy Page: RIGHT HERE!!! NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, THEY THROUGH EVERYTHING AT ME AND I BEAT THE ODDS!!!! EVERYTHING I DO, EVERYTHING I'VE ACCOMPLISHED HARTER...ALL...ME...!!! ALL ME!!! NO ONE HELD MY HAND WHEN I CAME THROUGH THOSE FUCKING DOORS A YEAR AGO, NO ONE HELD MY HAND WHEN I HELD THE PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP; WHEN PEOPLE THOUGHT THAT THE PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP COULD ONLY BE DEFENDED ONCE, I PROVED THEM ALL WRONG!!!!! ALL ME, MY HEART, MY GRIT, MY CARNAL DESIRE TO BE THE BEST, ME!!!!

(Page gets in Harter's face, spitting and screaming in rage...)

Jimmy Page: ME!!! NO ONE ELSE, and it gets under your skin, and it makes your blood boil when I mention it, and it gives you a sick feeling to know that in my one year alone I was dominant. And it irks you that I want to fight you, it irks you that the only way to beat me is to set up some bullshit match to have a chance to win. Dan Herrera is a clueless thick headed son of a bitch who should have died along with whatever company he came with. EVERYTHING...AND I MEAN EVERYTHING--

(Page leans against the ropes talking to the crowd.)

Jimmy Page: EVERYTHING HE TOUCHES WILL DIE!!! He KILLED the chances of FGA having a legitimate champion, he has KILLED my chances of finally getting my hands on you, and if he holds that belt which you think you'll hold for so many YEARS to come Harter, he will kill this company from the inside. Dan Herrera doesn't know SHIT about what I've had to go through. NOTHING AT ALL, all he is, is a face. A face you want to try and step on to retain. A face that is going to be a walking human shield for YOU, if he gets put into this match. I am done, I am done...jumping through this company's hoops, I am done having to take detours to get to you, I am done having to be on a 1 year waiting list just to get my hands on you...I...AM...DONE!!! I want my one-on-one title shot, I want your blood underneath my fingertips, I wanna split my knuckles on your teeth when I try OVER and OVER and OVER to SMASH them out of your head!!! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT FGA!!! GIVE ME MY TITLE SHOT, BECAUSE IF I DON'T GET IT, I'LL BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN WITH EVERYONE IN IT!!! MARK MY WORDS!!!

(Page climbs on the ropes, leaning towards a camera, embracing the microphone in both hands as his eyes are puffy and his face is red with anger.)

Jimmy Page: YOUR DVD TAPINGS, YOUR SUPERSHOWS, YOUR TITLE MATCHES, ALL OF IT GONE JUST LIKE THAT!!! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, RIGHT NOW!!!!

(Page glares into the camera, breathing slowly and staggered. His head darts to the side as he hears familiar music playing, his clawing his hair back in an intense manner as he goes to a corner, slides down inside of it and sits, knowing what's going to come next.Out of the curtain on cure comes Dan Herrera still wearing his ring gear from earlier in the night. He walks out and stops at the top of the walkway.)

Dan Herrera: “You really should calm down Jimmy. If that blood vessel next to your temple that’s already popping about an inch out of your head gets any bigger, I’m afraid for your safety. If you think you can take it though, allow me to intervene.”

(Dan takes a second to walk back and forth at the top of the ramp.)

Dan Herrera: “You really think that you’re that much better than me Jimmy? Perhaps it’s time for us to discuss the finer points of how we’ve arrived here. You have been wrestling here for over a year, while I’ve only been here since the beginning of the year. Now, with that big of a time difference, can we really assume that it was ‘luck’ that I’m here like you keep trying to say it is? I don’t think so. You may have the experience edge Jimmy, but fact is that you don’t have the same capacity for greatness as I do. You’ve been wrestling for a long time and look how long it’s taken for you to get here. I just start wrestling, and my natural ability carries me to the situation we find ourselves in now. You only hate me because you wish you could be me Jimmy. You wish that you could be the man with the skill and talent to beat Dom Harter, like me.”

(Dan turns his attention to Dom as he keeps walking along the part of the walkway near the curtain.)

Dan Herrera: “Now, as for the way the Gold Rush Rumble finished. I can admit that I felt betrayed when it ended. I didn’t expect for Dom to take advantage of me the way he did. I left the arena stunned two weeks ago, despite my post show interview, I still did not understand how you could do that Dom. But then I realized, when it comes down to it, I would have done the same thing to you. You bested me two weeks ago by never taking your eyes off the prize. You taught me something that night Dom, and I believe that you will be a great FGA World champion all the way leading into All Star Showdown…”

Jimmy Page: STOP, JUST, STOP...OKAY...?!

(Jimmy brings his knees up towards his chest and sits there, his eyes glued on Herrera. His points at him, seething as he blinks a few times in frustration.)

Jimmy Page: This isn't a JOKE, this isn't something to take lightly this is REALITY. The REALITY is you're so busy trying to bend over and let him FUCK you like he during The Rumble, you don't understand the situation. This doesn't CONCERN YOU, it never did CONCERN YOU, and he's throwing you in so he can take you from behind because that's what "BROS" do best and screw you over again. You like to romanticize over your friendship, you w-wanna CLING to this idea of Dom Harter actually liking you. Dom Harter sees everyone as a small little NOTCH up this small little ladder. And each time he climbs up a notch, the people who fool themselves into believing his BULLSHIT end up getting stepped on. And believe me, I don't wanna be either of you gutless bastards because I have the balls to fight my own battles, and I don't need friends like this backstabbing piece of crap that you wanna blow right here in this ring. So SPARE me, SPARE me this justification, SPARE these people these long winded, ego-driven speeches about how YOU beat the odds. 

(Jimmy slithers up to his feet. Walking towards the ropes that separated him from Dan who stood near the ramp. He leans on the ropes, glaring daggers through the man who costed him his chance. He points behind him at Dom Harter, the source of his angst.)

Jimmy Page: You can kiss his ass later, in fact, hey, by all means...let'em FUCK you some more because you just know how to lay there and take it like the little SLUT that you are Herrera. You can do ALL OF THIS...once I get my one-on-one title match against him. So...

(Page turns around, eyes stuck on Harter.)

Jimmy Page: What's it going to be "CHAMP"? Are you going to be the man you claim you are, or are you going to hide behind your fuck-toy of a "BRO"?! BE A MAN, BE A FUCKING MAN AND DO THE RIGHT THING!!! BE A MAN HARTER!!!!!!

Dom Harter: Be a man?!

(Harter repeats the words before chuckling to himself, a sly smirk on his face.)

Dom Harter: Says the 'man' who got down on his knees and BEGGED for a match against me, who BEGGED LIKE A FUCKING DOG for a title shot. Like the pathetic little mutt you are, Jim, I threw you a bone and you would do well to accept it, say "thank you, Mr Harter" and be on your way...

(Dom steps closer, getting right up in the face of Jimmy Page.)

Dom Harter: Because you're in no position to make demands, Jim. You're not getting a one-on-one match with me at All Star Showdown, considering how you couldn't beat me one-on-one, considering how I WENT THROUGH YOU--that's the phrase you used in Syracuse isn't it? I went through you - eliminated you myself - to win the Gold Rush Rumble and become the FGA World Champion. You want a match against me, Jim, you want a title shot? Then you will gratefully accept the bone we have tossed you...

(Dom sneers.)

Dom Harter: Because I have no problem making it a one-on-one match versus Dan Herrera instead.

(Page and Harter are mere inches apart; the champion wears a smirk as he stares into the eyes of an irate Jimmy Page. Page is chomping at the bit as he speaks out of range of the microphone. Before long, however, he leaves the ring as 'Superunknown' by Soundgarden begins playing again. In the ring, Harter lifts the belt high above his head to a chorus of boos. Meanwhile, Page has stormed past Herrera who casts a glance back towards the ring where The Tenacious Little Bastard is stood, gloating.)