Birmingham DVD Taping (8.9.14)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Birmingham DVD Taping
Boutwell Memorial Auditorium
Birmingham, AL

Kevin Clement: Welcome everyone to another FGA DVD presentation. I’m Kevin Clement and joining me as always is my colleague, Evan Grayson. We are just two weeks away from FGA’s biggest event of the Summer - Above & Beyond III! But before we get to Miami, Florida, we’re making a stop right here in Birmingham, Alabama!

Evan Grayson: That’s right. Tonight, we’ve got a pretty stacked card. Debuts will be made, statements will be made, retribution will be had and two of FGA’s hottest grapplers go at it in the main event.

Clement: That's right. Riley Owens has been on a tear since turning the page in the spring of this year. He's gotten over the hump, he's gotten big wins over several key figures here in FGA and for nearly four months, he's been the Pride Champion.

Grayson: But there's another man that's on a hot streak. And that man is Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. Ever since losing that match to Camellia D. Magna, he hasn't looked back. Tony's got his sights set on the Lions Cup. But that's done the road. Tonight, he looks to make one hell of a statement by defeating the reigning Pride Champion.

Clement: Also here tonight, The Black Hand makes their FGA debut as a tag team as they take on Sell Sells! That should be a good one. Also, Evangelista goes one on one with Dom Harter. You can bet that Evangelista will be looking for a bit of payback there. We've got all that so much more for you tonight. But right now, let's send it to the back...

[FGA Office]

(The attention shifts backstage, where Jared James stands alone in front of a large black backdrop with a red FGA lion emblazoned upon it. Not on the card for tonight, he is dressed in street clothes: a pair of jeans that fit loosely around his thighs, a tight-fitting black FGA shirt in addition to a pair of black Converse shoes. When the camera initially locks onto him, his head is tilted down and to the left, yet his eyes are looking at the FGA universe as his pupils are just barely visible.)

Jared James: I thought I would make the trip to this week's show, despite having the week off.

(After those first few words, Jared shifts his head directly towards the camera. His smile is kind-hearted, his eyes and body language appear soft.)

Jared James: I guess you could say that I could keep away, no matter what the card said. Or... perhaps... I just wanted to get paid for being on this weeks show.

(A smirk is the precursor to a hearty chuckle from the FGA veteran.)

Jared James: More or less, though, I came to Birmingham tonight because I wanted to take a moment to talk Above & Beyond: where I, Jared mothaf*ckin' James will walk into Miami as the man who could never win a thing and leave the as the man hoisting the Young Lion's Cup above my head.

(For just a moment Jared averts his gaze upwards, his smirk morphing into a hopeful smile.)

Jared James: It is a moment that has, truthfully, kept me up quite a bit lately. You would think that a man who gets to have some down time, a concept that many of us in FGA have trouble grasping when you consider the amount of training we need to put in just to compete around here, would try to put this world in the back of my mind... try to view this time as a vacation. Hell, I should have gone to Chicago or Kansas City. Some place, any place, that would have allowed me to just relax. 'Cause after tonight, when Above & Beyond is all that is looming for the entire FGA roster, I won't be able to escape the rigors of the Young Lion's Cup.

(Jared's face hardens, his eyes squint a bit as his tone becomes increasingly more serious.)

Jared James: But alas, I did not. I did none of those things, in fact. I couldn't sleep: not with glory in the back of my mind. So what did I do? I did what any reasonable underdog would do... I trained. I trained all morning, all day and all night. I allowed my obsession to rule me. I provided my body no chance to rest. That's why Dexter is not with me tonight, ladies and gentlemen... I worked him so hard that he needed the rest. And thus I am ready for all that FGA has in store for me in the next few weeks. (Jared balls his right hand into a fist, thrusting it up with pure passion.) Ready for the long slog that comes with trying to be both mentally and physically prepared for a one-night tournament like the Young Lion's Cup.

And in Miami, it all starts with...

(Dan walks into frame clapping and nodding his head. He notices that Jared has stopped talking and is now staring at him with a blank stare. Dan pats him on the shoulder once before speaking.)

Dan Herrera: Don't stop for my sake Jared. You were on a roll. I mean... it's not anything that any of us other competitors wouldn't say though. This tournament is important. Check. The only way for me to win this thing is to train my ass off. Check. I'm training harder than anyone else. Check. Look out for me because I'm a contender. Check.

Jared James: So I might be a little cliche, it's part of who I am.

(Jared brushes Dan's hand off before taking two steps away.)

Jared James: But all of those cliches serve to help me convey all that I am feeling heading into Above & Beyond. 'Cause no combination of words, Dan, can truly encapsulate what really sets me apart from the rest of this pack: my heart.

(Jared lowers the mic a bit, chuckling to himself. In time he restores the micro his lips.)

Jared James: Another cliche? Yes. Yet it is true Dan. When you really think about it, who else would endure all the nonsense I have had to go through to continually return to this point – especially with my size disadvantage compared to the other men on the roster – over and over again? A man with a lot of heart, that's who.

(Dan shakes his head before he answers him.)

Dan Herrera: You left out the most important thing though Jared. The winner of the Lion's Cup becomes the number one contender to the World Championship. If you remember correctly, I just recently fell short in that role.

Jared James: You could say that again. But here is the thing, Dan... that shot at All-Star Showdown? That was your shot at the big time. You don't just get handed those type of opportunities. Now you have to fall back down with the rest of us mortals, scrapping and clawing for a shot at Jimmy Page and his FGA World Championship.

(A sly smirk overtakes Jared's face as he begins to pace back and forth.)

Jared James: And once I am through with you, you'll fall even farther down the ladder.

(Dan stops and stares at Jared with an angry look in his eyes.)

Dan Herrera: I will get back to that #1 contendership again. I can't leave things the way they ended. If not for the world championship, just to have the chance to take Jimmy Page's head off if he retains the title. He and I have unfinished business and despite what he wants to say, it'd be serendipitous to beat him after the Lion's Cup and take his world title if that's how the cards fall.

Jared James: Now hold on a second Dan, I think you might be getting ahead of yourself. In Miami, I am the first thing in your way... and I am not a push over. I am one feisty son of a gun.

Dan Herrera: Oh, I am fully aware of the level of competitors in the Lion's Cup. But I have a plan for all of that. Just wait and see Jared, you're first on the chopping block.

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Xander Blade

The song begins to play as he steps through the curtain he right away begins to antagonize the crowd getting as much heat as possible as he just walks down to the ring.

Cruz: The following is your opening contest of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 205 pounds… XANDER BLADE!

He walks up the steps as he turns his back to the ropes he begins to flip the crowd off and daring anyone to jump over the rail. He steps through the ropes and stands in the middle declaring it his ring before walking over to a corner.

Clement: The Frontier Lions Cup won't be the only tournament taking place at Above & Beyond III. The Rey del Aire mini-tournament will also be taking place. And one of those participants is none other than Xander Blade's opponent, Camellia D. Magna.

Grayson: I think that Xander couldn't care less about Camellia's plans for the Rey del Aire. He's here to make a statement in his FGA debut. If I were Cami, I'd be less concerned about Miami and getting past this hungry newcomer.

“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. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing in at 145 pounds… CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

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.

The bell sounds as Blade runs over and knocks down Cami with a pump kick to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Xander with the cheap shot to start things off!

Grayson: He's not wasting any time, is he?

Blade picks up Cami, runs into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Blade delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Cami and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Cami stumbles from out of the corner, Blade delivers a fireman's carry into a neckbreaker to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver that was by Xander Blade! He makes the cover...

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Blade picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When she comes Blade throws out a superkick. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Blade knocks her down with a crossbody block to boos from the crowd.

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Cami kicks out.

Grayson: Xander's been having his way with Cami, hasn't he?

Clement: Well it must be easy to control the match after you cheap shot someone.

Blade picks up Cami and goes for an irish whip. But Cami reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Blade comes back, Cami bends over to set up a back body drop. Blade counters with a sunset flip. but Cami rolls through it and follows up with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter by Cami!

Grayson: She just kicked him right in the face!

After both grapplers get up, Cami grabs Blade and whips him into the ropes. When Blade comes back, Cami knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Blade gets back up, but Cami knocks him down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Blade gets back up, but Cami runs over and knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. As Blade gets back up, Cami grabs him and whips him into the ropes. But Blade reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. As Blade gets up, Cami runs into the ropes, bounces back and connects with the Crown of Thorns to cheers from the crowd. She then heads out onto the apron and waits for Blade to get back to his feet. once Blade gets up, Cami connects with the Snapdragon Fire to cheers from the crowd.

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THREE!

“Riptide” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

Cami gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Camellia D. Magna picks up the win! Xander Blade caught her off guard with that cheap shot and controlled the match. But Cami was able to turn the tide and walk away with a win.

Grayson: She won tonight. But at Above & Beyond III, it's going to be a different story when she's in there with not one, not two, but three different opponents...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

[When we return we hear the strains of "When The Levee Breaks" and see Johnny Karma is standing in the ring looking sharp in a black suit with his hair slicked back, while Cherry Baum stands behind him with her hands behind her back looking reverential]

Clement: Johnny Karma's match isn't until later. What is he doing out here now?

Grayson: Are you complaining about having some extra Karma on this show? This is a treat we're getting here!

[Karma slowly raises his hand to call for the crowd to be quiet, before he speaks]

Karma: My fellow FWAans, I have a question for you: does the Frontier Lions Cup make the man, or does the man make the Frontier Lions Cup?

[Karma stands in the ring, giving the audience a moment to answer his rhetorical question]

Karma: Think back to last year's tournament, where they rounded up eight guys they had hopes would become a huge part of FWA's future, yet most of them split, proving themselves to be little more than Frontier Weasels. So I ask you, are you confident that the same won't happen this year, and more than half the field will be gone by this time next year? They all thought that the Frontier Lions Cup would make them, yet it turns out that never happened because they were lacking the right stuff - and when you find yourself lacking when compared to the New Kids On The Block, you know you're lacking.

Clement: Karma is the only man from last year's tournament to qualify for this year's tournament. I'll give him that much.

[Karma holds up his hand to ask for silence again, as Cherry leans in to whisper something into Karma's ear]

Karma: And since I'm talking about members of the FWA roster who lack chutzpah and think the Frontier Lions Cup will compensate, let me remind you that last week that thief, that scoundrel, that...that...

[Karma sighs]

Karma: ...Miss Baum?

Cherry: Jared James.

Karma: ...yes, that, was stood in this very ring so he could run his mouth, because if he ate a bran muffin a day and lived to be 100 he will still lack the moral fibre to call himself a Frontier Lions Anything. Yet when he was here, he didn't say why he deserved to be the Frontier Lions Cupian, instead he ran his mouth about what others have achieved whilst hoping he could hoodwink everyone into ignoring one itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polka dot factini: he hasn't achieved bukpis in FWA. In fact, that...that...

Cherry: ...Jared James...

Karma: ...has achieved so little, he couldn't achieve orgasm even with an American Apparel gym sock and a palm soaked in Lubriderm, so who does he think he is to make out he can win the Frontier Lions Cup? I hate to break it to you...you...

Cherry: ...Jared...

Karma: ...but the fact is you are not a "lovable loser" as you tell us you are, you're just a plain old fashioned loser that everyone who has ever met thinks is both unlikable and irredeemably loserish.

Grayson: You tell 'em, Karma.

Clement: Jared may not be a former Pride Champion like Karma. But Jared's got more integrity than Karma will ever have.

[Karma places his hand over the mic as he talks with Cherry Baum for a moment, before once more holding up his hand to request a little silence]

Karma: Last week I found myself having to do the work of two men having been let down by Kevin Hardaway, another "man" in name only who is equally unworthy of being in the Frontier Lions Cup...which is quite convenient, because he isn't...but this week the Road of Karma gets back onto its route through the Frontier Lions Cup as its construction gets closer and closer towards the FWA Championship, because looking at the field for the tournament I can stand here, hand on heart...

[Karma places a hand on his heart]

Karma: ...and say that I am the man that will make this year's Frontier Lions Cup, while the other seven are hoping that the tournament will make them. So with that in mind, in closing I shall ask you all a second question: do you want to see somebody win the Frontier Lions Cup for what it will do for them, or what it will do for the FWA? I think you all know the answer.

[Karma hands the mic to Cherry and waves to The People in the crowd, before stepping out of the ring and shaking hands with the fans in the front row...whether they want him to or not]

Grayson: I wholeheartedly agree!

Clement: I don't know what a Karma win in tow weeks would do for FGA. But I know for a fact that it will make his ego bigger than it already is!

[FGA Office]

Nico Touza vs. Dean Stark

'Luck be a Lady' by Frank Sinatra tears through the arena, accompanied by a selection of green, white and red strobe lighting, signalling the arrival of “The Young Don” himself. He springs onto the stage from behind the curtain, looking enthusiastic and full of energy ahead of this fight. The mere sight of Nico Touza evokes a positive reaction from the audience here this evening, but the Italian American innovator doesn't seem fazed by it either way.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, New York! Weighing in at 224 pounds! He is “The Young Don,” NICO TAUZO!

The young fighter runs down the remainder of the ramp and slides underneath the bottom rope, only to leap to his feet and strike a confident crucifix pose to the audience in attendance. Touza removes his Aviator shades and tosses them into the crowd, before indulging in some last second stretches.

Clement: Nico Tauzo is making his FGA debut here tonight. He may not have much in the way of experience. But from what I hear, his pedigree is top notch.

Grayson: He can look good in wrestling class all he wants. Wrestling class and fighting live are two totally different things. And unfortunately for him, he's gotten the bad luck of drawing “The Monster Master” in his FGA debut.

As the slow intro of “Harbor” begins to play, smoke fills the entrance ramp. We see a silhouette of a man behind the smoke, standing still.

“Call it a learning process

And I’ve never been that quick

Because I take things as they come

And I respond how I see fit”

The song gets heavier and Dean Stark enters through the smoke, receiving a negative reaction from the fans.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Dayton, Ohio! Weighing in at 228 pounds! He is “The Monster Master,” DEAN STARK!

He marches towards the ring and steps on the apron, where he dusts off his boots and enters the ring through the ropes. In the ring, he takes his place in the corner, without any big theatrics, and prepares for the match.

The bell sounds as both men head towards the center of the ring and begin trading shots.

Clement: And these two are not wasting any time as they go right at it!

Grayson: Look at them go!

The crowd cheers as the two grapplers exchange rights and lefts. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Stark gains the upperhand. He takes Touza and whips him into the ropes. When Touza comes back, Stark knocks him down with a running shoulder block. He then reaches down, picks up Touza, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Stark wants to take this one to the floor, I see.

Grayson: This match is about to get out of control in a hurry.

Stark drops down and rolls to the outside, where he puts the boots to Touza to boos from the crowd. Stark reaches down, picks up Touza and slams his head against the apron. As Touza stumbles around ringside, Stark comes up from behind and nails him with a clubbing shot to the neck. After grabbing a hold of Touza, Stark turns him around and whips him hard into the guard rail. The crowd boos as Touza can be seen arching his back in pain.

Clement: Touza's back just collided with that guardrail and that did not sound good at all.

After sizing up Touza, Stark charges down the ringside area and gears up for a running attack. But Touza ducks and counters with a back body drop, sending Stark over the guardrail and into the crowd.

Clement: Look out!

Grayson: Touza just sent Stark flying into the crowd! I told you this one was going to get wild quick.

As Stark turns over in the crowd, Touza gets back up to his feet. Once Stark turns around, Touza knocks him down with a springboard lariat into the crowd.

Clement: And now he takes out Stark with a lariat into the crowd!

Touza tells a fan to get up out of their seat. After picking up Stark, Touza heads over and slams Stark onto the seat of the chair, sending him stumbling through the crowd. Touza then catches up to Stark, turns him around and blasts him with a right hand. He then reaches back and nails Stark with another right hand… and another… and another. While Stark is dazed, Touza takes a few steps back before charging towards him. Stark ducks the attack by ducks and hoisting Touza over his head. But Touza somehow lands on the top of the guard rail and knocks down Stark with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How did he do that? How was he able to maintain his balance and hit a moonsault off the apron!?

Grayson: I don’t know. But the ref may want to reel this one in. With the way these two are going, I would be surprised if they took this fight out of the arena.

Touza takes Stark, runs and hip tosses him over the guardrail and into the ringside area. After slingshotting himself over the guardrail, Touza turns around, springboards onto the top of the guard and delivers a split-legged corkscrew moonsault on the outside.

Clement: What a maneuver by Touza!

Grayson: Touza is using whatever he can to attack Stark!

Touza picks up Stark and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Stark kicks out.

Touza picks up Stark, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Stark and whips him into the opposite corner. Touza then runs across the ring. But Stark darts out of the corner and spears him down to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Touza kicks out.

Clement: Stark nearly knocked the air out of him with that spear. But Touza was somehow able to get his shoulder up.

Stark picks up Touza and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a running back elbow, followed by a CCS Enzuigiri. After Touza slumps down in the corner, Stark heads back towards the center of the ring… only to turn around, run back into the corner and connect with a cannonball senton to boos from the crowd. After dragging Touza from out of the corner, he makes the cover.

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Touza gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Stark gets two.

Grayson: Barely...

Stark sits up Touza and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the back. As Touza arches his back in pain, Stark runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Touza in the face with a Mafia Kick. He makes the cover.

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Touza gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Nico Touza will not stay down. This young man is showing us something here tonight.

Grayson: Yeah, he’s too stupid to quit. Look at the paint job on Stark’s face. Does that look like the work of a sane man? Yet this is the guy you won’t lay down for? Nico needs to learn to fight another day.

As Stark picks up Touza, Touza pushes him away. When Stark heads back over towards him, Touza throws out a right hook, but Stark ducks. Touza then quickly throws out a left hook. But again, Stark ducks. Stark then counters with a Gamengiri that knocks him down to boos from the crowd. After picking Touza back up, he lifts him up onto his shoulders and goes for a Buckle Bomb. But Touza counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd.

After both men get up, Touza runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Stark throws out a lariat. But Touza ducks, floats over across his back and delivers a crucifix driver to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Stark gets his shoulder up.

Clement: How close was that one?

Touza picks up Stark and whips him into the corner. He then runs into the corner. But Stark ducks and dumps him over the top rope with a back body drop….

… but somehow, Touza is able to land on the apron. When Stark turns around, Touza grabs him and delivers a hangman across the top rope to cheers from the crowd. As Stark stumbles back, Touza climbs back up onto the apron, springboards to the top rope and plants him with a 720 DDT to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver that was by Touza! This could be it...

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Stark gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Touza picks up Stark and goes for an irish whip. But Stark reverses, sending Touza into the ropes. When Touza comes back, Stark bends over to set up a back body drop. But Touza stops, lifts him up and throws him down with the Cosa Nostra Driver to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Right on his head!

Grayson: That might be it for Stark...

Stark turns over and slowly gets up to one knee. But Touza knocks him down with a Buzzsaw Kick that echoes throughout the arena. He then picks Stark back up, puts him in position and plants him with The Wig Splitter to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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“Luck Be A lady” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, NICO TOUZA!

Touza gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a match that was by these two. They brawled all over the ring. They brawled in the crowd. These two really took it to each other. But it was Nico Touza who gets the win in his FGA debut!

Grayson: Very good match from both of these men. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this wasn’t the last time they crossed paths...

[FGA Office]

(Page is seen sitting on the ground staring at the FGA World Championship, almost in a trance. There are footsteps, angry footsteps coming his way. But Page so deep in thought doesn't hear it. Suddenly two pairs of legs come into the frame. )

?: You!

(Page stops his thought and his eyes slowly look up. He’s clearly annoyed that he’s just been interrupted. Page rolls his eyes, going along with it, standing slowly to his feet.)

Max Powers: You’ve got a lot of nerve talking to Cyncity like you did last week! All she was doing was trying to be nice. She only wanted to be your friend. Even after all the horrible things you’ve done, she was still willing to try and be friends with you. Here you are, the guy that was never picked for either team in gym class… the guy that was always the outsider, the social misfit… finally being offered genuine friendship from one of the coolest, most awesomist people on this roster. Yet what do you do? You disrespect her! You trash her! You blame her for everything.

(Max gets up in Page’s face. He begins to point his finger on Page’s chest as he continues to rant. Jimmy blinks a few times, glaring into Max's eyes.)

Max: You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that? Let me make something very clear to you. Cindy wasn’t the one who got us cancelled. It was your running buddy, Chris Q, that decided to punch a freaking network executive. That is what got us cancelled, genius!

(Page is in disbelief that Max Powers is either ballsy enough, or stupid enough, to get in his face.)

Jimmy Page: ....Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are, and honestly I don't care...? So...I suggest you walk away...please.

Max: Who am I? I’m Max Powers, one half of the Super Mario Wrestling Bros! One half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions! One half of the team that did what you and your ally Chris Q couldn’t - run off The Murder! You know, you should be lucky that I was never entered into this Frontier Lions Cup. ‘Cause if I was? Not only would I win the Lions Cup, but I’d win that very title off of you, too! So if I were you, I’d be counting my blessings!

(Jimmy rubs his face in an irritated manner. He forces a grin on his face and gives a nod of the head.)

Jimmy Page: Now I know who you are...thanks...thanks a lot.

(Jimmy looks Powers up and down and then slowly peels himself from the wall and looks to walk away. Max looks at him for a moment, then turns away to walk off. Suddenly he's swung around and two hands crossed together slam into his throat. Max folds over, clutching his throat as he coughs up air. Page comes up, dropping the belt down and squatting over him for a moment.)

Jimmy Page: So tell me, do you think I care...? Huh? Do you--

(Page stands up and begins to stomp down on Powers ferociously. He mounts him and begins to rain down rapid right hands, which then turn into a punching flurry. Max tries to fight back, but Page continues his attack. Page picks Max up and rams him head first into the brick wall. Max drops, he tries to stand but Jimmy runs and punts him in his ribs. Max groans in pain and holds his ribs. Page continues to kick him in his side, causing Powers to roll on the ground in agony. Page paces back and forth, he leans down over the fall Max Powers.)

Jimmy Page: DO YOU THINK I CARE?!? HUH?! DO YOU THINK I FUCKING CARE?! You wanna play the hero?! You wanna be her knight and shining armor?! Don't do it at my expense you piece of shit!!! YOU WANTED ME TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE NOW!!!! YOU HAPPY?!

(Page's breathing is rough, he picks his title belt back up. Page calmly begins to walk off, like nothing had happened. Max is trying to get up. Page squats down, looking Powers over. He claws his hair out of his eyes, his nonchalant glance resurfacing.)

Jimmy Page: I don't have time for little pieces of shit like you. I don't have time to deal with people with empty little revenge plots; I don't have time to be ridiculed by a no-name son of a bitch who thinks he's got enough balls to step to me. So Max...if I were you...I would be lucky I'm not in the Lion Cup; Because if you did get in the ring with me you'd end up just...like...this.

(Page smacks Powers hard on the jaw. Max crumbles back on the floor. When he tries to get back up, he ends up on his knees. Page comes back into the scene, cracking Max in his jaw with Trauma Symphony. Max is out cold and Page stands over him with the FGA World Championship.)

Jimmy Page: King...of the FUCKIN' World.

[FGA Office]

Chaz Holiday vs. Manny G

The beat slowly starts to pump and Manny G rips through the curtain followed by Joey Valentino. Standing at the foot of the stage looking down at the ground with Angelo to his right Manny lowers his hand to the floor raising it up slowly with the beat. Fist pumping like a maniac and raging down the ramp Manny G looks primed for action.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toms River, New Jersey! Weighing in at 225 pounds… MANNY G!

Bro Jackson slides into the ring and stands at the top of the turnbuckle continuing to fist pump like a champ as Angelo points at Manny G hyping him up to the crowd. Angelo walks along the barricade talking Manny up still as Manny hops down prepared for WAR.

Grayson: Looks like the SWOLDIER is here reporting for duty!

Clement: Manny G got a win over Carter Hayes in both of their FGA debuts two weeks ago in Salem. Now, Manny’s been matched up against Chaz Holiday. A win over the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion in on-title action could do a lot to advance him here in FGA.

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

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Hollywood, California! Weighing in at 221 pounds! He is the reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, CHAZ HOLIDAY!

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

Clement: And here comes the champ, Chaz Holiday!

Grayson: Chaz knows that he’s a marked man. FGA has seen nearly a dozen people kick down the front door and enter FGA in recent weeks. It’s only a matter of time until one of these newcomers eyes Chaz and his championship.

The bell sounds as Chaz and Manny go to lock up. After jockeying for position, Manny shoves Chaz back to boos from the crowd. Chaz then circles the ring before heading back over to Manny. The two lock up. After jockeying for position, Manny shoves Chaz into the corner to boos from the crowd. The boos then grow louder as Manny taunts Chaz by posing.

Clement: Chaz is one heck of an athlete. But I don’t think he’s winning a test of strength with Manny G.

Grayson: You got that right. There’s no way that some fashion designer is stronger than Manny G. Just take a look at him. He’s hard body!

Chaz runs out of the corner. But Manny throws him down with an arm drag. Chaz gets back up, but Manny throws him back down with another arm drag. He quickly transitions into a shoulder lock to boos from the crowd. The ref asks Chaz if he wants to give up. But Chaz refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he moves Manny into the ropes. Chaz then shoves Manny off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Manny comes back, Chaz throws him down with a Japanese arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Manny gets back up, but Chaz knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Manny gets back up, but Chaz throws him down with an arm drag and follows up with a shoulder lock of his own.

Clement: Just as quickly as Manny gained the advantage, Chaz has taken it right back.

Grayson: Manny won’t be in this hold for long. He’ll power out of it...

The ref asks Manny if he wants to give up. But Manny keeps yelling at the ref that Chaz is pulling his hair. After battling his way back up to his feet, Manny moves Chaz into the ropes. He then shoves Chaz off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Chaz comes back, Manny knocks him down with a standing shoulder block. The crowd boos as Manny once again flexes. Manny then heads into the ropes. When Manny comes back, Chaz turns over onto his stomach. So Manny skips over him and runs into the ropes. When Manny comes back, Chaz gets back up and goes for a hip toss. But Manny blocks it. So Chaz tries for another hip toss but again, Manny blocks it. Manny then throws out a clothesline. But Chaz ducks, grabs him from behind and delivers an inverted DDT to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Manny kicks out.

Clement: How about that counter there by Chaz?

Grayson: What about it? Did it win the match? No? Okay then...

Chaz picks up Manny and whips him into the corner. Chaz runs into the corner, but Manny nails him with a boot to the face to boos from the crowd. As Chaz stumbles back, Manny hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and knocks him down with a diving shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chaz kicks out.

Grayson: I’m surprised that boulder shoulder of Manny didn’t cave Chaz’s chest in!

Manny picks up Chaz and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Manny scoops him up and holds him over his head to boos from the crowd. After a good 10 seconds, Manny throws him down with a gorilla press slam. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Great display of power there by Manny, but it only gets two. A win over Chaz Holiday here could very well mean a title shot in the near future of Manny G.

Manny picks up Chaz and nails him with a Fist Pump, sending him stumbling into the corner. After heading into the corner and nailing Chaz with a haymaker to the midsection, Manny knocks him down with vicious stomps in the corner. He then reaches down with his foot and chokes Chaz to boos from the crowd. The ref quickly gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Manny lets go. He reaches down, pulls up Chaz and whips him into the opposite corner. Manny then runs across the ring and goes for a clothesline. But Chaz moves out of the way, causing Manny to collide with the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nobody home there!

As Manny stumbles back, Chaz connects with a dropkick, sending Manny stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Once Manny gets up and turns around, Chaz knocks him down with a plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: What a dive to the outside by Chaz Holiday! He just wiped out Manny G!

Chaz picks up Manny and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chaz climbs the turnbuckles. Once Manny gets up, Chaz stands up, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Manny gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Chaz picks up Manny and goes for an irish whip. But Manny reverses, sending Chaz into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Manny bends over to set up a back body drop. Chaz tries to take advantage by going for The Party Starter. But Manny moves out of the way, grabs Chaz form behind and delivers a snap German Suplex to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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

Clement: So close...

Manny picks up Chaz and goes for an irish whip. But Chaz reverses, sending Manny into the corner. Chaz then runs into the corner and connects with a flying forearm smash to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Manny and whips him into the opposite corner. Chaz runs across the ring and connects with another flying forearm smash to cheers from the crowd. After leading a dazed Manny from out of the corner, Chaz delivers the Downward Spiral to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: face-first into the canvas goes Manny G!

Grayson: He’s got Manny right where he wants him: face down.

Clement: OH STOP IT!

After getting up, Chaz heads into the corner as he points to the top turnbuckle. He then climbs the turnbuckles as Manny gets up. When Manny turns around, he turns right into a moonsault from Chaz to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: The high risk pays off as Manny goes down!

Chaz then gets up, lifts up Manny’s legs and turns him over in The Glamour Lock to cheers from the crowd. Manny groans as he tries to fight through the pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Manny tries to will himself to the ropes. But he can’t take anymore of the pain, so he taps out to cheers from the crowd.

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

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHAZ HOLIDAY!

Chaz gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chaz Holiday withstands the test of Manny G and walks out with a victory.

Grayson: He won the match. But the road only gets harder from here. If Chaz wants to win that Frontier Lions Cup, he’ll have to go through three grapplers. But he may not even make it past the quarterfinals since he’s got Tony Carmine!

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where The #Sparklebuddies are standing by. Laurel Anne Hardy, wearing vibrant turquoise skinnies and a Kandinsky-print T-shirt and Annie Zellor, dressed in her white muscle tee and jeans are stood side by side.)

Annie Zellor: Heyyy guys! As I’m sure you all remember we recently issued a challenge to the Super Mario Wrestling Bros and…

(She pauses for a second before punching the air, narrowly avoiding Laurel’s chin.)

Annie Zellor: ...two weeks ago in Salem they accepted our challenge. Which means in two weeks time at Above & Beyond III, it’s gonna be the Super Mario Wrestling Bros versus The #Sparklebuddies for the FGA World Tag Team championship. And, like, we don’t have matches tonight ourselves but we’re right here in Birmingham, Alabama to support our friends…

Laurel Anne Hardy: To my delectable Dragon-in-arms Evangelista, who’s gonna give the whole world a little sneak preview tonight of how she’s gonna claim that Lion’s Cup at Above & Beyond when she gives the one and only Dom Harter a beating nobody’s ever even come close to giving him before.

(Annie tries to keep the smile on her face throughout Laurel’s speech, unflinching in the face of her internal conflict.)

Annie Zellor: And to our favourite girls, Sex Sells, in their big match against the Black Hand. We know you have what it takes to do it. And they’re both gonna be really tough competition for Leanne in the Frontier Lion’s Cup.

Laurel Anne Hardy: And congratulations to #Sparklebuddy Purple himself, yet another of our buddies in the most epic tournament FGA has yet seen - minus the one we ourselves were in, of course - mister Chaz Holiday! Seriously, folks. Where else you gonna see Evangelista, Cordy, Cyncity and Chaz all competing in the same one-night tournament, the same night as a dedicated trophy for high fliers makes its debut, the same night Dom Harter and Jimmy Page beat each other to bloody pulps, and most importantly the same night that #Sparklebuddies and Super Mario Wrestling Bros put on one of the greatest displays of tag team wrestling you will ever see in your entire life!?

Annie Zellor: And that Pride title match looks like it’s gonna be a really, really hard hitting contest. Like, I may have to look away it’s gonna be that brutal.

Laurel Anne Hardy: No doubt. I’m looking forward to seeing what new magics an’ mysteries Riley an’ K-Hard pull out for that one! All that… only at Above & Beyond III, 23rd of this month, main evented - card position notwithstanding - by the mighty Max Powers, by the awesome Landon Knight, by the amazing Annie Zellor, by the reality-defying Laurel Anne Hardy!

Annie Zellor: That’s right. And we’re coming for those titles, so we hope you’re ready for the toughest match of your reign as the FGA World Tag Team champions, and we hope all you fans are ready for what we promise will be an amazing match!

(Laurel puts an arm around Annie’s shoulders.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Get ready, FGA faithful, for a match and a show that are gonna knock your socks so far off they’ll end up on your neighbour’s hands.

[FGA Office]

(The scene opens with Riley Owens standing in an open area backstage.)

Riley: Tonight I’ve got a match against Tony Carmine; it’s a match that a lot of people have been clamoring for. It’s something that the fans are excited for; and as usual, I’m not going to disappointment. But quite frankly, I’ve said all I’ve needed to say to Tony.

(Riley nods his head, thinking about what he is about to say.)

Riley: No, tonight I’m here to address Kevin Hardaway. Kevin, at Above & Beyond III, you and I are going to go to battle. You asked for this match; you called me out. Well, be careful what you wish for sir!

(He composes himself before continuing.)

Riley: Kevin to you believe in Destiny? I know that I do. I believe that with enough hard work, you can shape your own Destiny. I was never supposed to make it big here in FGA. But I put my nose to the ground, and I worked hard.

And well, here I am—the FGA Pride Champion!

I shaped and formed my own Destiny.

You did the same thing too, didn’t you Kevin? Before FGA, you were over in PW FRONTIER; then you transitioned here. You snaked your way through the system, and somehow, here you stand.

(Riley readjusts the Pride title on his shoulder.)

Riley: Kevin, my main goal in professional wrestling is to become the best; that’s the main reason why I wrestle. And ever since coming to FGA, I’ve proven myself to be one of the best. If you ask the fans who is the best wrestler in FGA right now, well, my name is going to come up in the conversation.

I fully understand why you decided to come after me Kevin.

(Riley pats the Pride Championship.)

Riley: This little beauty here used to be yours; in fact, you were the first ever to hold it. You came after me, partially, because you want to try and re-live those glory days. But Kevin, those days are long gone.

Oh, but there is another reason why you called me out. Ha, I’m not going to talk about that now; you’ll hear about in a week or two. But let me just say this Kevin; fear is a crippling feeling isn’t it?

(Riley shakes his head.)

Riley: I shouldn’t even ask you that question; because, honestly, I don’t know what fear feels like. Chris Bond is an amazing wrestler; he did a lot of things here in FGA. But, Kevin, I’m not Chris Bond. My name is Riley Owens, and I’m like no other that you’ve ever faced.

I don’t fear you—I don’t fear anyone.

(A smirk is heard in the distance, and suddenly who else walks into the picture, than Riley's challenger at Above and Beyond III...Kevin Hardaway. Looking like he just walked out of bed in normal street clothes, Riley clutches his Pride Championship as Hardaway looks on...to the title and him)

Hardaway: You don't fear anyone?

(Hardaway just laughs it off.)

Hardaway: You SERIOUSLY haven't watched any tapes of mine, have you. Aren't you supposed to be this all-around athlete, right? Because I don't see that one bit. All I see is somebody who takes this a *little* too seriously.

And who has NO idea what he's even getting himself into...

You don't fear anyone, do you? Well, look at it this way...where the hell has Chris Bond been since All-Star Showdown? Because I haven't even seen a trace of him since I broke his back. And yeah, he did a lot of things here. But it doesn't matter. Because he's only known as the person who couldn't win the big one, couldn't hold on to that precious Pride Championship you're carrying, and the one who is now paralyzed at home with his son.

To me...that's fear.

(Hardaway once again gives off an evil smirk. Riley though is having none of it)

Hardaway: You see, that belt you're carrying...it means more than "trying to re-live the glory days" or what nonsense is spewing out of your mouth these days. No...it's about taking back what was mine to begin with. Not just that, but causing a little chaos to go along with it. Does the precious FGA and it's new "golden boy" want to deal with that? Of course not.

You're the kind of people I can't stand. Who think this business is supposed to be a sport and nothing else. Who don't realize the pain and the agony that goes along with it. You're riding on a golden ticket to the stars and I'm just sitting here. I don't care if I ride anything up to the stars. I'm just here to cause a little anarchy.

(Riley laughs on his own, adjusting the title on his shoulder.)

Riley: Oh yeah?

Hardaway: Yeah.

Riley: Then why are you challenging me for this title?

(Kevin gets a sarcastically scared look upon his face before he answers...)

Hardaway: One thing. Just one thing. You know that whole "This is my destiny" crap that you spouted off earlier? I'm here to show you that reality is right behind it to kick you square in the teeth. That this train that you're riding on to the top is about to derail...and crash...and that "reality"...or in this case, myself...is the conductor.

(Kevin really breaks down in laughter this time)

Hardaway: You say you don't fear anyone? That's...that's fucking hysterical. Because you need to. You need to see that fear is looking directly in front of you.

(Riley simply smirks.)

Riley: What is there to fear Kevin? A beating? I've taking beatings all my life; and yet, I'm standing here before you. A little blood? Legacies in this business are paved through hard work and blood; I welcome the opportunity to leave it all in the ring.

And since you brought it up, lets talk about "reality." The "reality" of the situation is this; your time in the spotlight is over. This isn't your championship anymore Kevin; this is MY belt. By the time you and I met in the ring, I will have held on to this belt for a record number of 126 days. That's long than Jimmy Page's reign, that's longer than Chandler Scott's reign; and it FAR surpasses your reign.

You're stepping into MY ring.

(Riley takes a step closer to Kevin.)

Riley: I'm a better wrestler than you were in your prime; and, I'm a better man than you. That's "reality" Kevin. And after our match, I'm going to have a greater legacy here in FGA than you.

(Riley mockingly pats Kevin on the shoulder.)

Riley: Take care of yourself, challenger.

(Riley walks out of the shot as the camera fades out.)

[FGA Office]

(The familiar eerie cue up from, "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle begins, it continues for ten seconds, the lights die down. Suddenly, a guitar plays, the lights strobe red. Suddenly guitars and drums kick in, signalling "Born of a Broken Man" by Rage Against The Machine, the lights become wild, flashing red. A silhouette of Jimmy Page blasts through the curtains, his controlled stagger and all. He slowly raises his head, the camera zooms in and captures his stoic expression is seen through the flashing red lights. Page holds the FGA World Championship up to a chorus of boos as he walks through the red.)

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, your FGA World Champion, "The King of the F'N World" JIMMY PAGE!

(Page walks down the ramp, goes to his left and walks up the steps. He climbs on the turnbuckle, holding the World Championship high and lets out a primal shout.)

Clement: Jimmy Page is our world champion, and he's made it known that the one he wants to defend his title against is one Dom Harter. But then if he DOES retain the World Championship at Above and Beyond III he has to worry about the winner of this year's Lion Cup. And I don't think he LIKED being reminded about that by Max Powers who looked to give the champion a piece of his mind about his recent comment to Cyncity.

Grayson: Listen, Max Powers is one half of the tag team champions, good. But you don't step up to the WORLD CHAMPION, point your finger at him and think he won't bite it off. Page can be savage, and that's what won him the belt, and if people aren't careful he'll be champion for a very, very long time.

(Page demands a chair and a microphone. He gets both, placing the steel chair down in the middle of the ring, then sitting it in. Jimmy drapes the World Championship down on the ground. He looks around the Birmingham crowd, the boos flooding in. Jimmy shrugs it off, places the mic to his lips.)

Jimmy Page: Y'know something? A lot of people like to talk to me about my past. They like to be condescending about what my life has been like since childhood. All of these people, all of these new faces, they come to me and go, "Jimmy, you're bitter." "Jimmy, just because your life sucks doesn't mean you have to be angry all of the time.", "JIMMY, get over it!"

(Jimmy pauses, clawing his hair, scoffing at the notion.)

Jimmy Page: And these people, the Cyncity's, the Dan Herrera's, the MAX POWERS's, the DOM HARTER's...who are they? Who are these people, and who do they think I am? What do they think they know about me?! THEY are the minority, the 1% of this generation of self-righteous zealots and naive storybook heroes, who think they can step up to the king and take his crown. And these people, the people who want me gone as champion, these people who see ME as the problem, who want to blame ME for their failures and then want to tie the albatross around MY NECK; THESE PEOPLE ARE WEAK!!!!

(Jimmy points to the back, his eyes filled with rage as the fans continue to boo. chants begin, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" begins to ring through the center. Page keeps his poise however, ignoring their spite.)

Jimmy Page: They are weak, and they wish for me to share their weakness. They wish for me to come out here, wear a smile, and tell you fat, drooling, redneck that you're only in FGA to have great matches. They want me to PAINT these beautiful landscapes for you all, give you everything, BLEED myself dry for you; They want me to BEND my back and kiss the feet of a company that made me dance in a circle like a common DOG to get my title shot!! These people that you see in this ring, are nothing but refurbished BULLSHIT! But me?! I'm my OWN PERSON! I'm ME, I'm a somebody, back when I didn't have anything to eat, no new clothes on my back; When people would rather SPIT on me than give me a dollar for a cup of coffee during those hard winters back in Flint, I SURVIVED!! I'M RIGHT HERE, TELLING YOU, THAT NO MATTER WHAT THESE ASSHOLES THINK...this is who I am!!

(Page keeps his eyes glued forward, the crowd continuing to berate him with negative feedback.)

Jimmy Page: I am a fighter, that's what I do, and at Above and Beyond III, Dom Harter will see that. Dom Harter will see that all those times he ducked me, those times where he mocked me, all of it will come back to haunt him. Because I know deep down Harter can't stand the sight of me, that I know for sure; But me being champion...? Makes him SICK! And it makes the MANY fine people in the Lion Cup sick too, and I know they would LOVE to win that little tournament to get to me, and I WELCOME IT!!! I welcome all challengers, you could be a CROW, A BRO, A HOE, you can SPARKLE, you can be the best technical wrestler, the best BRAWLER, HELL you could be a HARVARD GRADUATE; NONE OF IT...AND I MEAN...NONE OF IT...MATTERS TO ME!!! I AM THE KING OF THE F'N WORLD, and as YOUR KING...I demand your unjust admiration. Because I've deserved it, I deserve to be champion, for the last year and a half I've come up from the bottom of FGA and I've come out on top. And you people can try and deny my ascension, if it makes you feel any better, you could say I got lucky. Anything to make you sleep better am I right? But at the end of it all, I will still be your champion. I will still be the one who you will look at.

(Page pauses for a moment taking in the jeers.)

Jimmy Page: I am Jimmy Page...

(He kicks the chair away, snatching the FGA World Championship from the ground and holding it up so everyone can see.)

Jimmy Page: STILL...your FGA WORLD CHAMPION!!!

("Born of a Broken Man" plays, Page walks around the ring, still spewing his hate and truths to the crowd. he leans against the ropes, holding the belt up at a couple of people in the crowd. He gets out of the ring, getting in the face of a guy who shakes his head and tells Page he sucks. Page forms a grin and heads up the ramp. He stops at the top of it...)

Jimmy Page: KING...OF THE FUCKIN' WOOOOORRRRRRLLLD!!!!!

(He holds the belt up with two hands, proclaiming his absolute reign.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Johnny Karma vs. Ash

[The arena lights flash a myriad of different colours in tune with John Bonham’s epic drum intro to “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, and at the exact microsecond that the flawless combination of Robert Plant’s harmonica and Jimmy Page’s riff starts The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma swaggers out onto the top of the ramp to greet his adoring public, coming to a stop on top of the ramp to blow a kiss to all his fans in attendance who paid to see him and only him this evening and stands there with his hands on his hips to bask in their adulation as Cherry Baum stands by his side to present him to the crowd]

[Karma struts down the ramp towards the ring, making sure not a single hair is out of place on his head, waving and chatting to the members of his adoring public that surround him whilst he walks down to the ring]

[The pair reach ringside, as Cherry climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her man. Karma waves to the luckiest fans of all, those at ringside as he performs, before bounding up the ring steps and stepping through the gap Cherry has created for him into the ring]

Clement: Johnny Karma was out here earlier tonight. He actually had the nerve to say that while the other seven participants in the Frontier Lions Cup are trying to win that tournament to boost their careers, he’s the only one that will in it for FGA. I guess he’s Saint Karma now. Give me a break.

Grayson: He’s the only man from last year’s tournament that was able to qualify for this year’s tournament. With the exception of Chaths, he’s the only one that still left of all the people that actually qualified for last year’s tournament. Say what you want about Karma. But the man is committed.

[Karma briskly walks across the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and raises an arm into the air, holding up one finger to remind us all of one simple truth – He’s #1]

[Karma climbs down, then walks across the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckles, looking out into the crowd who have paid for the privilege of watching him wrestle, before unzipping his track top to reveal his chiselled physique. He removes his dark glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, before climbing down]

[As he stands in the ring, Cherry Baum takes the house mic]

Cherry Baum: Introducing first, the person in this match who didn't choke when offered the chance to qualify for the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup...weighing in at a prime, fine, should be a crime 233lbs, he hails from Sweet Home Queens, NYC - he is soon to be crowned the 2014 Karmic Lion, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

[Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K strolls to the centre of the ring, before Cherry hands him the microphone]

Johnny Karma: Cousins and...

[Karma peers over the top of his sunglasses, briefly recoiling at the sight of the Alabama crowd]

Johnny Karma: ...sisters.

[Karma makes sure his sunglasses stay on]

Johnny Karma: Tonight I stand before you as Johnny Karma, and that alone makes this night historic because in the very near future I won't merely be the highlight of the night, I won't merely be the reason you bought a ticket, and I won't merely be the past, the present and the future of FWA - I will be the Frontier Lions Cup winner, I will be the #1 Contender for the FWA Championship, and I will be the Champion Elect. So enjoy seeing me wrestle my very last match as a hovering contender, because very soon...

[Karma slaps his waist]

Johnny Karma: ...I'll be floating above the rest of the FWA roster.

[Karma removes his sunglasses and passes them and the microphone to Cherry Baum, before doing a few lunges against the turnbuckles]

The arena lights dim ever so slightly and turn to a mix of pink and purple as "Make a Move" by Icon for Hire begins playing.

Somebody make a move
Somebody make a move
Please Somebody

Test my reality
Check if there's a weak spot
Clingin' to insanity
In hopes the world will ease up

Ash comes bursting out from behind the entrance with a skip to stand out on the stand for a few seconds.

Try to make it look like it's all somehow getting better
'Cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measure
Everyone started out a little insane
But we learn pretty quick how to fake it for the game
But some of you never learned to drop the act
So under that skin of yours: a heart attack


Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring.

'Cause everybody's so scared
We don't wanna go there
We don't wanna make a move
We got all our lives to lose
Screaming in the dark while we just play our part out
I play along
Like I don't know what's going on

Somebody make a move
Somebody make a move
Please somebody make a move
We all know
We all know what's going on

Cruz: And his opponent, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 115 pounds… ASH!

Reaching ringside, Ash slide in under the bottom rope towards the middle of the ring and picks herself up with something of a flip to her feet.

And if I had the answers I'd have written them out
So I can tell you what to do and what this thing is about
But all I've ever learned comes second-hand
And I dare not preach what I don't understand

You and I; we share the same disease
Cover up; compromise what we grieve
I've let more than my share of revivals die
This isn't pretty but it's what I am tonight

Ash moves to a nearby turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, shaking a fist into the air.

'Cause everybody's so scared
We don't wanna go there
We don't wanna make a move
We got all our lives to lose
Screaming in the dark while we just play our part out
I play along
Like I don't know what's going on

Somebody make a move
Somebody make a move
Please somebody make a move
We all know
We all know what's going on

Ready and waiting for her match, Ash jumps down from the middle turnbuckle finally.

Clement: Ash is coming off of three tough losses. Will tonight be the night that she finally putch a mark in the win column?

Grayson: …… nope.

The bell sounds as Ash and Karma lock up. Karma quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. Ash tries to shove Karma off of her. But Karma keeps the hold locked on. After delivering four forearm strikes to the ribs, Ash tries to shove Karma off of her. But again, Karma keeps the hold applied. Ash then moves Karma into the ropes. She then tries to shove him off of her into the opposite set of ropes. But Karma drops down to one knee as he keeps the hold applied.

Grayson: She’s not going anywhere, Kev!

After battling her way back up to her feet, Ash tries to pry Karma’s arms from around her neck. She slowly pushes Karma’s arms from around her to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turns to boos as overpowers her, reapplying the side headlock. He then performs a standing switch and follows up with a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks Ash if she wants to give up. But Ash refuses to quit. She then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of her own to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn back to boos as Karma reaches back and elbows her in the face. He then performs a standing switch, places her in a hammerlock and then quickly delivers Instant Karma to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Ash kicks out.

Karma picks up Ash and places her in yet another side headlock. But this time, Ash is able to shove Karma off of ehr and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he knocks her down with a running shoulder block. He then runs into the ropes as Ash gets back up to her feet. When Karma comes back, Ash leap frogs over him. Karma then continues to run into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Ash goes for a hip toss. But Karma blocks it. So she knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping her leg across the back of his neck, Ash performs a back flip. But after she lands on her feet, Karma grabs her and delivers the Bum Trip to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Ash kicks out.

Clement: Karma’s controlling things in the early portion of this match.

Grayson: You sound shocked. Karma is The Leader of the Pride. He is FGA’s Iron Man. And soon, very soon, he will become the 2014 Karmic Lion. What is Ash? Someone that does a bunch of flashy moves that will get the crowd to cheer? But at the end of the day, she isn’t clutch enough to get the job done?

Karma picks up Ash, grabs her by the hair with one hand and then points to the outside. He then runs over towards the ropes, leaps over the top and delivers Macho Karma to boos from the crowd. As Ash stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying double ax handle smash. But Ash side steps and nails him with a punch to the midsection on the way down. The crowd cheers as Karma drops down to his knees, then all fours. Ash quickly rolls him up in a la magistral for the pin.

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Karma kicks out.

Both grapplers get up, but Ash quickly rolls him up in a small package.

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Karma kicks out.

Clement: She almost got him again, Evan!

Grayson: She did no such thing...

After both grapplers get up, Karma nails her with a knee to the midsection to boos from the crowd. He then lifts up Ash and delivers three knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Karma then connects with three snapping jabs. He goes to throw out a right hook. But Ash ducks and counters with a backslide to cheers from the crowd.

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Karma escapes.

Once both grapplers get back to their feet, Ash grabs Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Ash comes back, she knocks Karma down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Karma picks out.

Clement: Yet another nearfall for Ash!

Grayson: Yet surprise, surprise, she still can’t win the match.

After picking him back up, Ash moves Karma into the corner and delivers a series of forearm strikes to the head. She then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. After sizing him up, Ash runs across the ring and connects with a corner dropkick to cheers from the crowd. While Karma is dazed, Ash picks up Karma and places him in a Tree of Woe. The crowd cheers as Karma struggle to escape. Ash then runs back into the corner and connects with a baseball slide, knocking him down.

Clement: Baseball slide right to the face!

Ash then rolls to the outside, makes her way around ringside and picks up a steel chair to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: We’re about to get a little extreme, Evan!

Grayson: Ref, get that weapon out of her hand! This isn’t a hardcore match!

But the cheers turn to boos as Cherry goes over and grabs a hold of the chair.

Clement: Now what in the world is Cherry doing?

The two begin to have a tug of war with the chair until Karma blindsides Ash with This Is For The Front Row, knocking her down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: She never saw it coming, Kev!

Karma picks up Ash and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Ash kicks out.

Karma picks up Ash and whips her into the ropes. When he comes back, he scoops her up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. But instead of letting go, Karma stands back up and tosses Ash through the ropes and to the floor.

Grayson: Look at Karma tossing her out like she’s yesterday’s trash. You know what he just did there? He just told her to get out of his ring!

As Ash slowly pulls herself up using the edge of the apron, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But Ash side steps, jumps up and delivers a hurricanrana to the outside. She then picks up Karma, rolls him back into the ring, grabs the steel chair and tosses it into the ring.

Clement: The chair’s in the ring!

Grayson: Quick, ref, kick it out before she gets back in!

Once Ash gets back in, the ref warns her about hitting Karma with the chair. But Ash pays him no mind as she goes over, picks up the chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. She then goes back over, picks up Karma, runs and delivers a one handed bulldog onto the seat of the chair to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Karma goes face-first into the chair!

Cherry sheiks in horror as Karma appears to be all but out of it. After dragging the chair into position, Ash runs into the ropes. When she comes back, he jumps onto the chair, leaps over onto the ropes and connects with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Karma gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Ash picks up Karma and delivers a side russian leg sweep. While Karma is down, Ash steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once Karma gets up and turns around, Ash leaps off from the top. But Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets in mid air to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Karma nails her right in the kisser! That’s gotta be it...

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THRE-NO!

Ash gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Karma then picks up Ash, moves her over towards the ropes and delivers a slingshot suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Ash gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Karma picks up Ash and throws her down with a scoop slam. He then heads over towards her legs and tries to apply the Karmic Crab. But Ash is able to roll him up in a modified small package.

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Karma kicks out.

After both grapplers get up, Karma knocks her down with Sugar Ray Karma to boos from the crowd. He then steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Karma crouches down, stands up and then goes for the Kickass Angel. But Ash gets her knees up, causing Karma to crash onto them to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: She got her knees up! Ash got her knees up!

After both grapplers get up, Ash runs over and knocks him down with a flying spinning back elbow to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets back up, but Ash knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Karma gets back up, but Ash knocks him down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. She then picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. Karma reverses and whips her towards the ropes. But Ash uses the momentum to deliver Just A Dream to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Beautiful handspring back elbow by Ash!

Ash then heads over, grabs the steel chair and folds it back up. She raises the chair high to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Cherry gets on the apron. Ash then runs over and tries to hit Cherry with the chair.

Grayson: Cherry, look out!

But Cherry hops down, just barely escaping a chair shot. As Ash clutches the chair, Karma gets up from behind. When Ash turns around, Karma goes for Check Your Chiclets into the chair. But Ash evades the attack. When Karma turns around, Ash throws the chair right at his head. Karma quickly catches the chair. But Ash follows up with a jumping roundhouse kick, kicking the chair into his face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Karma just got ASH’D!

After kicking the chair away, Ash steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. When she reaches the top, she flips off and connects with the Sunset to cheers from the crowd. She reaches back and hooks the leg for the cover…

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THREE!

“Make A Move” plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, ASH!

Ash gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Ash picks up the win! She finally gets that elusive first win! The monkey is finally off her back!

Grayson: This was highway robbery! She should have been disqualified for using that chair! She’s a cheat! What she did was against the rules and she shouldn’t be rewarded with a win! As far as I’m concerned, she’s 0-4! And when she loses out in the Rey del Aire, she’ll be 0-5!

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER DURING THE TAPING ]

We open up backstage where we see one half of Sex Sells, Cyncity, already dressed in her gear and staring down at her iPhone in her grasps. Cyn runs her fingers through her hair and continues staring down at her phone, and leans back against the designated locker room door of Sex Sells.

Cyncity: Cooooooooorrrrdddyyyyy. Please hurry! I need to eat something at least thirty minutes before our match so I don’t get crampies!

Cyn pauses, looking up from her phone to stare blankly at the wall in front of her.

Cyncity: Or is that only swimming? I don’t know, but I don’t wanna be like Lebron in the finals and start cramping up out there no matter what. I’m getting old ya know.

Cyn frowns, realizing she wasn’t far off from hitting the big 3-0.

Cyncity: Wow, that totally stinks. I should probably start looking at Lifealerts. Wonder if I can get it in pink?

A few seconds later, after having switched into her Sex Sells ring attire, her tag team partner Cordelia Stevenson saunters up, shaking her head as she looks at her older friend.

Cordelia Stevenson: A life alert Cyn? Really? You are far far FAR away from those days, my friend.

She offers with a slight smirk. Even with the playful comment, Cordy’s demeanor seems to be a bit more serious than usual. The smile that she normally dons just isn’t there; something that doesn’t go unnoticed by her tag team partner.

Cordelia Stevenson: You’re just hitting your prime chica.

Cordy affirms, patting Cindy on the shoulder.

Cyncity: I hope so. I don’t wanna fall down my steps and not be able to get up. That’d be terrible!

Cyn brings her phone down and looks up at Cordy with a smirk, noticing that Cordy wasn’t her usual self. Not in Cindy’s eyes, at least.

Cyncity: You okay? You seem a little… Gear grinded to say the least. Like you wanna punch someone in the throat or something.

Cordelia simply nods.

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s because I do.

Her answer is curt and as she looks at her partner she can tell her response has caught her off guard a bit.

Cordelia Stevenson: But yeah, I’m fine chica. Just ready to put in work.

Cindy squints, wondering if she should ask what was bothering Cordy, but decides against it.

Cyncity: Hmmm, sounds like a plan to me! As long as I’m not the one grinding your gears then I’m happy.

She pauses, thinking what she said over in her head.

Cyncity: I’m… not the one grinding your gears, am I?

A look of shock crosses Cordy’s face at the question. She quickly shakes her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: No, no. Not at all Cynderblock. It’s definitely not you chica. It’s N--

She stops herself.

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s nothing.

She drapes her arm around Cindy’s neck and pulls her down a bit, placing an endearing kiss on the side of her forehead.

Cordelia Stevenson: We’re good Cyn. We always are. Now let’s go out there and punch some throats… well… after we find you a snack.

Cyncity: Yeah, def-def-definetly need a snack.

Cyn looks at her phone once more to check the time.

Cyncity: Eeeeeek! It’s the final countdown too! Thirty-five minutes left while I still can eat! Lets go!

Cindy grabs Cordy by the wrist and pulls her down the hall as the two go in search for food just a little while before their match with the Black Hands.

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts away from the action to nothing but static. A few moments pass before it clears up to a black and white view of a dim locker room. Sitting in the distance, Chris Madison wraps his hands with tape as a light illuminates him slightly. Laughing is heard, but not from Madison as his attention remains focused on himself.

"Tap"

"Tap"

"Tap"

The view shakes with each tapping sound as hair drops into the view. Backing away from the camera slowly, it becomes apparent that Tommy Knox is at the controls. He kneels down, in plain view, with Madison still in sight behind him. Smoke rolls over his face as a cigarette hangs from his mouth. He takes one last drag and flicks it aside, before looking into the camera and exhaling slowly.

KNOX: "The time approaches, the Black Hand has come to collect. A reckonin' awaits for Frontier, just on the other side of the hill. We are that reckonin', we are the Black Hand! The tag division in FGA is headed straight for a downward spiral into chaos with the two of us at the reigns. There's no denyin' it, there's no escapin' it. It's inevitable. Every team in the locker room is along for the ride. Like it or not, love it or hate it, you all have your parts to play, puppets dancin' from the strings as the Black Hand uses each and every one of you to our advantage. We don't just come here for gold, glory hounds greedy to add another championship to their resume. We fight for pride. We fight for honor. We fight for respect. The straps just come with the territory of bein' at the top. As your fate is inevitable, it's the same for us. It's only fair to say that it's inevitable for the championships to fall at our feet, in plain sight, there for the pickin'."

"Two weeks ago, the two of us made our debuts here in this company on the verge of change. We proved that we are here to make a statement, an undeniable one at that. Alone, we handle ourselves in the ring like no others. Together, you people have no clue what we're capable of. Saul Weaver was the first in line to get a taste of what the American Highlife is capable of. Pierre J. Harris was the first to fall short to the technical, mechanical breakdown that was masterminded by Madison. The proof is there for everyone to see. Hell, I haven't even heard a peep out of Weaver since he was knocked down for the pin. Let that be a lesson to everyone watchin'. You cross us, we'll put you in your place and make damn sure you don't step out of line again."

Tommy spins the camera back in and slowly zooms it in on Madison as he finishes wrapping his hands. Madison punches the palms of his hands to pack down the wrap job. He leans forward with his elbows pressed down onto his knees and slightly turns his head towards the camera.

MADISON: "Maybe I am just a grumpy old veteran who's never going to be satisfied with the way things are going. But fourteen years in the industry will do that to a man. It takes a toll on not just your body but your mind. Two weeks ago everyone wrote me off to be Yung Czar's first career win and in doing so spit in my face. As if everything I had accomplished was worth nothing to their standards. Well where is your beloved hero now? Where is Pierre J Harris? He's laid up in his loft that his uncle paid for him licking his wounds like a beaten dog!"

"Tommy and I are not here to play nice with everyone. We are here to prove that we are the best tag team going in wrestling today! Now I know there's a title match going down at Above & Beyond III. Let this be your warning. Whomever comes out with the straps better be ready for a fight because we're coming! We're coming to disrupt the balance of the FGA tag team division and to sit atop of the mountain as the true kings of tag team wrestling!"

Madison looks down, taking his eyes away from the camera and concentrates for the upcoming match, preparing mentally. The view cuts back to Knox, who's staring into the lens, close up. Grinning, he holds the camera up while standing...

KNOX: "Sex Sells, don't think that we have overlooked you. That's not the case, by any means. Big picture, we're lettin' everyone, including you two, know what we're here to do. We painted the picture two weeks ago but declare war tonight on anyone who dares to stand in our way. Action speak louder than words, there's no doubt about that. Action is exactly what you're goin' to get, You two aren't bein' taken lightly either. Business is business and that's exactly what this is. You're a means to an end and our end game is set on whoever walks away from that tag team championship match comin' just around the corner. You're more than welcome to put us in our places if you think you can, I welcome the challenge with open arms. The Black Hand isn't goin' to take it easy on you just because of the curves you have that we don't. When you step in the ring with us, gender is irrelevant. Winnin' is the only thing that becomes relevant and that's exactly what we intend to do."

Knox sets the camera down as it flickers a bit with static before his hand reaches down. A moment passes and the screen cuts to black...

[FGA Office]

Sex Sells vs. The Black Hand

The heavy intro to "I.M.Sin" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to roar over the arena's PA system as the lights dim. Smoke begins to fill the stages as a bright light shines from the entrance way outward. Tommy Knox slowly walks out from the back with his arms out to his side. Following behind, Chris Madison walks out with both of his fist clenched and held out in front of him. At first the two appear as only silhouettes with the bright beam of light behind them. The two stop in the center of the ramp and look over the arena as the music continues to play.

Cruz: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 455 pounds! They are the team of Chris “Mayhem” Madison and “The American Highlife” Tommy Knox… THE BLACK HAND!

The two then look at each other and nod before stepping forward and marching down to the ring with cockiness, avoiding the outstretched hands of the fans at all cost. As they approach the ring, Madison walks to the steps and ascends. He opens his fists and slaps himself with both hands before entering the ring under the top rope. Knox rolls under the bottom rope and quickly pops up to his feet. The two then walk to opposite corners and climb up. They look over the crowd and raise their arms in the air before hopping down and walking to their corner as the music slowly begins to fade.

Clement: The Black Hand have called their shot. Chris Madison and Tommy Knox have let it be known that they are going after the FGA World Tag Team Championship.

Grayson: These two are dead set on tag team gold. I would surely hate to be a team that’s standing in their way. Individually, Knox and Madison are two of the most talented guys around. Collectively, they are a human wrecking machine.

“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.

Cruz: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 273 pounds! They are the team of Cyncity and Cordy 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: Here are Sex Sells. People are calling their match against the #Sparklebuddies a Tag Team Classic. They may not have won the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament. But they are still one of the best teams around. Cordy and Cindy may be focusing on winning the Frontier Lions Cup. But don’t think that these two ladies won’t jump right back into the tag team scene when the opportunity presents itself.

Grayson: That’s all well and good. But The Black Hand is here to establish themselves as the premier team in FGA. They have no qualms about making an example out of Sex Sells.

The bell sounds as Madison and Cordy start things off. The two grapplers inch towards each other before locking up. Madison quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Cordy is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock. After shifting around, Madison leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Cordy then reaches back, grabs Madison and brings him down with a jumping snapmare to cheers from the crowd. She then runs into the ropes as Madison gets back up to his feet. When Cordy comes back, Madison knocks her down with a standing shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Cordy turns over onto her back. When Madison comes back, he skips over Cordy and heads into the ropes. Cordy then pushes herself back up to her feet. When Madison comes back, Cordy knocks him down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Madison kicks out.

Cordy picks up Madison, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops to cheers from the crowd. She then takes Madison and goes for an irish whip. But Madison reverses, sending Cordy into the opposite corner. Madison then runs across the ring. But he runs into an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Madison stumbles back, Cordy runs out of the corner and takes him down with a headscissors to cheers from the crowd. Madison gets back up, but Cordy throws him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Madison gets back up, but Cordy takes him down with a drop toe hold. She quickly hops across Madison’s back and applies a grounded side headlock. The ref asks Madison if he wants to give up. But Madison refuses to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, Madison moves Cordy into the Black Hand’s corner. While trapping Cordy in the corner, Madison quickly tags in Tommy Knox to boos from the crowd.

As soon as Knox gets in, Cordy is able to break free and get out of the corner.

Clement: Cordy wisely breaking away there before Tommy Knox could get at her. Cordy was able to get the better of Chris Madison during that previous exchange. let’s see how she fairs against the American Highlife…

Cordy heads over and tags in Cyncity to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Or not...

After Cyncity gets in, her and Knox circle the ring before locking up. Cyncity gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Knox quickly shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Knox throws out a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Knox down with a crossbody to cheers from the crowd.

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Knox kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Knox and goes for an irish whip. But Knox reverses, sending Cyncity into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she slides through Knox’s legs. When Knox turns around, Cyncity gets up and throws out a kick. Knox catches her foot and then spins her around. When Cyncity comes back, Knox throws her down with a side headlock takeover. Cyncity quickly reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Knox is able to escape with a kip up. As Cyncity scrambles back to her feet, Knox places her in a side headlock. But Cyncity shoves Knox off of her and into the ropes. When Knox comes back, Cyncity leap frogs over him. Knox then continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Cyncity knocks him down with a running front dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Knox kicks out.

Clement: Another near fall for Sex Sells. It’s still early, but these ladies have gotten the better of The Black Hand thus far.

Grayson: It’s just like you said. “it’s still early.”

Cyncity picks up Knox and connects with a standing dropkick, sending him stumbling into the corner. While Knox is dazed, Cyncity heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along…

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SI--

Knox grabs Cyncity, runs across the ring and rams her back-first into the opposite corner. The crowd boos as Knox unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then brings Cyncity from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Knox scoops her up and delivers a spinning backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Knox picks up Cyncity, throws her down with a scoop slam and then tags Madison back in.

Madison gets in, picks up Cyncity, places her in a Muay Thai Clinch and delivers a series of alternating knee strikes to the head. While Cyncity is dazed, Madison follows up with a wrist clutch exploder suplex to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Madison practically dumped her right on her head. But Cyncity still had the wherewithal to get her shoulder up.

Madison picks up Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Madison throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Madison picks up Cyncity and whips her into the Black Hand’s corner. While Knox holds her arms back, Madison runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline to boos from the crowd. He then tags in Knox. When Knox gets in, The Black Hand take Cyncity and whip her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, The Black Hand deliver a double flapjack to boos from the crowd. Knox turns her over and makes the cover as Madison heads out to the apron.

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Cordy breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Clement: The Black Hand desperately want to be the next FGA World Tag Team Champions. And even though Cordy and Cyncity are in the Frontier Lions Cup, you know that loss in the Dynamic Duos still eats at them. You just know that those two would love to go all the way and claim another set of Tag Team Titles.

Knox picks up Cyncity and delivers a snap suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Knox picks up Cyncity, grabs her from the side and delivers a russian leg sweep. He rolls over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Clement: The Black Hand’s really starting to work over Cyncity now.

Grayson: Yep. Move after move causes Cyncity to land hard on her back. She won’t be able to do any of that high flying if her back is hurt.

Knox picks her up and whips her into the ropes. When Cycnity comes back, Knox goes for a clothesline. But Cyndity ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Knox goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Cyncity ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cycnity comes back, Knox lifts her up and holds her over his head. The crowd boos as Knox continues to hold her up high. He then throws her down with a military press slam to boos from the crowd. While Cyncity is down, Knox steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles.

Clement: What’s Knox doing?

Grayson: He’s not climbing the ropes to change the lightbulbs, I can tell you that much….

Once he reaches the top, Knox leaps off and goes for a guillotine leg drop. But Cyncity rolls out of the way, causing Knox to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd. As Knox holds his thigh in pain, Cyncity rolls over and begins to crawl her way over towards her corner.

Clement: Knox tried to end it right there. But Cyncity was able to move out of the way.

Grayson: Who is going to tag out first?

As Knox slowly turns over, Cyncity continues to crawl her way over towards her corner. Once Knox is finally back on all fours, he goes over to grab Cyncity by the ankle. But Cyncity dives over towards her corner and tags Cordy back in to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: here comes Saint Sexy!

Cordy springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks down an oncoming Knox with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. After Knox and Cordy get back up, she delivers a series of knife-edge chops; each chop knocks Knox back. She then runs towards the ropes and connects with a handspring enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Knox kicks out.

Cordy picks up Knox, grabs him from the side and delivers a russian leg sweep to cheers from the crowd. After rolling back up to her feet, Cordy runs into the ropes. But Madison nails her with a knee to the back to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cordy turns and nails him with a dropkick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. Cordy then bounces back into the ropes and connects with a rolling senton splash, followed by a standing moonsault knee drop to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a series of moves by Cordy! This may just put Knox away...

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Madison drags Cordy off of Knox to boos from the crowd.

Madison takes Cordy and goes for an irish whip. But Cordy reverses, sending Madison into the corner. She then goes for a handspring back elbow. But Madison catches her in mid air.

Clement: Uh oh...

While holding Cordy in the air by her waist, Madison walks out of the corner as Knox runs into the ropes. When he comes back, The Black Hand delivers a clothesline/German Suplex combo to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Did you just see that? That’s it! This one’s over!

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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Cyncity dives over and breaks up the pin.

Cyncity picks up Knox and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Knox hooks his arms around the ropes. So Cyncity runs over to attack. But Knox ducks and dumps Cyncity over the top rope with a back body drop…

… but Cyncity lands on her feet. Tommy turns around and sees this. So he heads over to the ropes to attack. But Cyncity leaps up onto the apron, connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes and follows up with a slingshot DDT to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity gets up, hoists herself up onto the middle ropes and waves Knox up.

Clement: You know what’s coming next!?

As Knox slowly gets up to his feet, the crowd cheers, sensing that a Blockbuster is coming next. But before Cyncity can flip off the ropes, Madison runs across the apron and delivers a hard shove, sending Cyncity tumbling over the top rope, bouncing off the apron and falling to the floor.

Clement: Did you just hear that thud? She could be hurt!

Grayson: Could be!? I’m surprised she’s not broken in half!

Back in the ring, Knox goes to pick up Cordy, but Cordy shoves him away before nailing him with a series of soccer kicks to the leg. After a forearm strike, Cordy runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she hops onto Knoxs shoulders and goes for a hurricanrana. But Knox blocks the move. As he pulls Cordy back up onto his shoulders, Madison gets in the ring, runs over and helps Knox deliver a powerbomb, lungblower combo to boos from the crowd.

Clement: My God, what a move by The Black Hand!

Grayson: NOW it’s over, Kev!


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Cordy gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: WHAT!? HOW!?

Clement: Cordy got her shoulder up! She’s not done yet!

Knox heads over and tags Madison back in. Madison gets in, runs over and puts the boots to Cordy. He then picks her up, runs into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cordy around, Madison climbs up onto the middle ropes and lunges down, nailing Cordy with a 12-to-6 elbow. He then nails her with another 12-to-6 elbow… and another… and another… and another. Madison goes for another elbow, but Cordy moves out of the way, grabs Madison by the leg and yanks him off the ropes. Madison slips, falls and hits his head on the top turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. As Madison stumbles back, Cordy runs over towards the ropes and goes for the Beautiful Nightmare. But Madison catches her foot in mid air and counters with an ankle lock to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh yeah!

Clement: Ankle lock! Madison’s got the ankle lock applied!

Cordy can be seen screaming in pain as Madison cranks away on the ankle. The ref asks Cordy if she wants to give up. But she frantically shakes her head no. After pushing herself up using her arms, she rolls forward. But the counter fails as Madison keeps hold of the ankle, stands right back up and cranks away to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Nice try, Cordy!

Knox can be heard yelling at Cordy to tap out as Madison continues to try and snap her ankle. The ref asks Cordy if she wants to give up. But again, Cordy refuses to quit. She rolls forward and this time, the counter succeeds as Madison stumbles face-first into the top turnbuckle. As Madison turns around, he turns right into a spinning heel kick from Cordy to cheers from the crowd. After Madison slumps down in the corner, Cordy gets up and stumbles towards the center of the ring. After regaining her balance, Cordy turns, runs back into the corner and connects with a slingshot corner dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She then drags Madison from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Knox drags Cordy off of Madison, picks her up and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Oh come on!

Grayson: “Oh come on” what? As if she had the match won...

As Cordy gets up on the outside, Knox heads into the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. Once Cordy turns around, Knox leaps off the top and takes her down with a flying cross body to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Knox wipes out Cordy with a huge crossbody off the top!

Grayson: Sex Sells is done after that one, Kev!

Knox picks up Cordy and rolls her back into the ring. Madison then crawls across the ring, drags Cordy away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I don’t get it.

Clement: Cordy’s got a huge amount of heart! No matter how much punishment gets inflicted on her, she still manages to get her shoulder up!

Madison gets up and tags Knox back in. Once Knox gets in, The Black Hand pick up Cordy and whip her into the ropes, where Cyncity makes the blind tag. When Cordy comes back, The Black Hand go for a double clothesline, but Cordy slides underneath it. Cyncity then connects with a springboard clothesline of Knox to cheers from the crowd. Before Madison can even react, Cordy comes from behind and brings him down with a leaping reverse bulldog to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: This doesn’t look good for The Black Hand...

As Madison slowly gets back up, Sex Sells run into opposite set of ropes. When they come back, Cordy dives into the back of his legs while Cyncity connects with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity makes the cover.

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Madison gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Cordy picks up Madison and whips him into the corner. She then runs towards the corner and connects with a handspring back elbow to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity then grabs Madison and follows up with a running bulldog to cheers from the crowd. She turns Madison over and makes the cover.

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Madison gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Cyncity goes over and tags Cordy back in.

Once Cordy gets in, she picks up Madison and whips him into the ropes. When Madison comes back, Cordy delivers a drop toe hold, followed by a springboard leg drop from Cyncity to cheers from the crowd. Cordy then turns him over and makes the cover.

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Madison gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Just as Cordy showed how resilient she was earlier, Chris Madison is showing us what he’s made of right now. Sex Sells is really taking it to him, yet they can't put him away yet.

Cordy picks up Madison and whips him into the corner. She then runs over towards the corner. But Madison nails her with an elbow to the face. As Cordy stumbles back, Madison comes from out of the corner, kicks her in the midsection, hoists her up and delivers his Chaos Theory into the turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. He turns her over and makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How close was that!?

Grayson: Too close!

Madison gets up, grabs Cordy by the wrist, drags her across the ring and tags Knox back in.

Once Knox gets in, he places Cordy in a full nelson from behind. The ref asks Cordy if she wants to give up. But Cordy shakes her head no. So Knox lifts her up and throws her down with a release full nelson suplex to boos from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Knox goes over and tags Madison back in. Once Madison gets in, The Black Hand take Cordy and whip her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, they deliver a double northern lights suplex to boos from the crowd. As Madison gets up and steps through the ropes, Knox drags Cordy into position. After Madison climbs to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off and connects with a diving double foot stomp to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: How much more can one person take!?

Madison lifts up Cordy for the Backiotomy, but she counters with a hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Desperation counters pays off for Cordy!

Grayson: But can she build off it?

After both grapplers get up, Madison runs over and throws out a clothesline, but Cordy ducks and runs into the ropes. When Madison turns around, he turns into the Beautiful Nightmare to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Madison just got nailed right in the face!

Both grapplers get up on all fours and begin to crawl to their respective corner. Madison is still the fresher of the two. So he begins to move a little bit faster. He gets up to his feet, stumbles into the corner and tags in Knox to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cordy rolls forward, dives over and tags in Cyncity to cheers from the crowd.

Cyncity springboards onto the top turnbuckle and knocks down the oncoming Knox with the Emphatic Whispers to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Madison drags Cyncity off of Knox to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Madison with yet another save!

Madison picks up Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Madison kicks her in the midsection and then plants her with the Paralyzer to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: It’s all but over now, Kev.

Madison then grabs Cyncity and locks her up in the Peruvian Necktie to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Cordy breaks up the submission with a guillotine leg drop.

Clement: Cordy with the huge save!

Grayson: Where did she come from!?

Cordy picks up Madison and sets him up for The Allure to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Knox grabs her by the arm from behind, spins her around, kicks her in the midsection and then plants her with the Sativa Spike.

Grayson: Knox just planted her right on her dome!

Knox then steps through the ropes and makes his way up the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off and goes for the American Highlife. But Cordy rolls out of the way, causing him to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nobody’s home! Knox misses the American Highlife!

As Knox gets up clutching his torso in pain, Cyncity grabs him from behind and delivers the Glitter Driver to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Madison dives over and breaks up the pin.

Madison picks up Cyncity, runs and throws her over the top rope…

...but Cyncity is able to grab onto the ropes and hang to cheers from the crowd. Madison turns and sees this so. So he runs over to knock off Cyncity. But Cyncity pulls herself up, wraps her legs around Madison’s head and pulls him over the top rope and down to the floor.

Clement: What a move by Cyncity!

Madison slowly gets up on the outside as Cyncity continues to dangle from the top rope. As Madison turns towards her, Cyncity nails him with a double front kick, knocking him into the guard rail. While Cyncity continues to hang from the top rope, Cordy gets up and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she dives over Cyncity and connects with a suicide plancha to the outside.

Clement: Cordy takes out Madison with that huge dive to the outside!

Cyncity then “skins the cat,” pulling herself over the top rope and back into the ring. The crowd cheers.

Clement: What athleticism shown by Cyncity there!

Grayson: But guess what’s lurking right behind her...

Knox turns her around, kicks her in the midsection and sets up for a Sativa Spike. But Cyncity counters with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a step-up enzuigiri that sends him flipping down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

As Knox gets up, Cyncity connects with a superkick to the back of the head, sending him stumbling across the ring. Cordy then kicks him in the midsection and delivers The Allure to cheers from the crowd. While Knox is down, Cyncity steps through the ropes, springboards to the top turnbuckle and connects with the Standing Ovation to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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

Cruz: Here are your winners, SEX SELLS!

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

Clement: They’ve done it! Sex Sells get the win! What a match!

While Sex Sells embrace after a hard fought victory, Madison rolls back into the ring. Once The Black Hand regroup, they make their way over to Sex Sells.

Grayson: Oh boy...

Clement: What’s the meaning of this?

After looking at each other, Madison and Knox turn their attention back to Sex Sells... and offer their hands.

Clement: What in the…?

Cyncity and Cordy look at each other, then back at the crowd. The Sex Sells members look at each other and then take up The Black Hand on their offer of a handshake.

Clement: How about tha--

Grayson: Not so fast!

The Black Hand motion to walk away, only to turn back and yank the Sex Sells members to them. After exchanging cold glances at them, The Black Hand lets Sex Sells know that “this isn’t over.” before letting go of their hands. Madison and Knox then step away before exiting the ring to boos from the crowd.

Clement: The Black Hand have just sent a message to Sex Sells loud and clear. They may have won the battle. But the war is far from over.

Grayson: Sex Sells may have won tonight. But The Black Hand are the ones that are still prioritizing the Tag Team Titles, not Sex Sells.