Columbus DVD Taping (9.6.14)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

COLUMBUS DVD TAPING
Ohio Expo Center
Columbus, OH

The lights in the arena dim down a bit and take on a purplish hue. All of a sudden, the opening to Chris Brown's "Fine China" begins to blare through the speakers. The crowd pops at the current number one contender to Jimmy Page’s World Champion.

Kevin Clement: Alright! What better way to kick off the show than with the 2014 Frontier Lio… wait a minute! That’s not Cordy Stevenson!

Evan Grayson: You’re right. It’s even better than Cordy Stevenson. It’s Chandler Scott!

The heel heat gets turned up to 10 as Chandler mocks Cordy Stevenson’s walk to the ring. He then stops, pulls off the Sex Sells snapback. He holds it up to the camera and asks, “ who designs this crap? Must be a Chaz Holiday creation.” He then flips the hat over his shoulder, sending it into the crowd where fans in the front row fight over it. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler wipes his feet off on the apron before stepping into the ring. Chandler marches his way across the ring and impatiently asks for a mic. After Manny Cruz hands one to him, Chandler snatches it away.

Chandler: Got your hopes up just a little bit, didn’t you?

(Chandler smiles from ear to ear as the crowd boos. The boos then fade into isolated screams “You Suck” and “Screw You, Chandler” from one of two fans near the front row.)

Chandler: What you’re looking at is someone that didn’t get on a hot streak for one night. What’s you’re looking at is sustained excellence. What you’re looking at, Columbus, is your new number one contender for the World Championship.

See, I didn’t come back here to play second fiddle to anyone. Especially not some famous for nothing female like Cordy Stevenson. Cordy, you can keep your trophy. You can even keep your title shot. But like I said before, you and everyone else are going to have to wait in line because the DNA of FGA is back in the building! I’m not sitting around and waiting for anything. I’m jumping straight to the front of that line. I don’t have to earn my shot. I don’t need to prove my worth. I’m Chandler Scott and I’m worth more than each and every single one of you…

(The crowd boos as Chandler sticks his index finger out and points to different sections of the audience.)

Chandler: Cordy, you came into this company and stole your best friend’s spotlight. Cindy Parker was making a name for herself on her own. She was getting her own following independent of Sex Sells. People were actually taking her as a threat and rightfully so. But that didn’t sit well with you. You were perfectly fine keeping the shackles on Cindy. You were perfectly fine with keeping her in the background. As long as the cameras were on you, everything was all good. But that changed when Cindy came to FGA and slowly worked her way towards becoming one of its brightest stars. After a while, that got to you. That jealousy began to eat away at you. You couldn’t stand the fact that the woman you kept in your rear view mirror had suddenly surpassed you. These wrestling crowds were no longer chanting “Sex Sells”. They chanted “Cyncity”. But you weren’t about to have that. Oh no.

So you weaseled your way into this company under the guise of a Sex Sells Reunion Tour. But anyone with half a brain knows what your true intentions were. This wasn’t about a Sex Sells Reunion Tour. This was your Let’s Derail Cindy’s Momentum Tour. This was a Remember Me, I’m Supposed To Be The Most Famous Member of Sex Sells Tour. You were all smiles in Cindy’s face. But that smile of yours was as insincere as the day is long. The wheels were turning in your head. You were plotting for the day that you would yank the carpet right from out under Cindy and steal her spotlight. Poor Cindy. She was a chronic sufferer of “Dan Herrera Syndrome”, where she thought her best friend was looking out for her. She thought you had her best intentions at heart. She thought you were here to support her. But instead, you were hear to supplant her. All Cindy wanted was her cigars. Yet you stole him right out of her hands.

(Chandler shakes his head, feigning shame towards Cordy’s alleged selfishness. But the crowd is buying it, shouting duel chants of “You’re A Liar!” and “Screw You, Chandler!”)

Chandler: Well surprise, Cordy, because the tables have turned! Just like you stole Cindy’s spotlight, I’m stealing yours! It doesn’t feel too good when the shoe is on the other foot, does it? Well that’s too damn bad. I suggets you learn to deal with it because tonight, you can forget about Cordy versus Page at Capital Combat. It’s going to be CHANDLER versus Page at Capital Combat!

(The crowd really let’s him have it now. They were looking forward to seeing Cordy vs. Page at Capital Combat. They’re not about to sit idly by and watch Chandler take that match from her.)

Chandler: It’s going to be CHANDLER and Page going to war in our nation’s capital! And it’s going to be yours truly, the greatest man that ever stepped foot in an FGA ring, becoming a World Champion… again.

(Chandler closes his eyes and softly bites his bottom lip, relishing at the thought of once again becoming a champion. But Chandler is quickly snapped out of his daydream by the chants of “Chandler Sucks!” Chandler balls up his free fist. He’s ready to punch a member or two of the crowd. But he quickly calms himself. He wags his index finger at the crowd before facing towards the entrance way.)

Chandler: So Jimmy Page, I don’t have all night. The sooner we can get this over with, the sooner I can get to Dan Herrera. The sooner I can get to Dan Herrera, the sooner I can leave this dump of a city.

(Chandler smirks as he continues to wait for Jimmy Page.)

Chandler: So come on out, Jimmy Page. Let’s make this thing official.

(Chandler rests his hand on his hip as he looks on at the entrance way. But after a good 10-12 seconds, Page is nowhere to be found.)

Chandler: I said let’s go, Jimmy. I don’t got all night.

(Chandler begins to grow impatient. He begins to circle the ring. After 15 seconds have gone by, there’s still no Page. Chandler then throws his arms up in frustration.)

Chandler: Now look here, Jimmy. I know you’ve been eating good since you started getting those World Title checks. But I need you to push yourself away from the table, put down the Ring Dings, put down the 2-Liter of soda and waddle your fat ass on down to this ring!

(Chandler crosses his arms and is visibly upset over being ignored by the World Champion. But Chandler’s demeanor quickly picks up as 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. But instead of “Born of a Broken Man” kicking in, “Feel it All Around” shoots out of the PA speakers. Chandler curls up his mouth as out walks Jared James to a strong reaction from the crowd.)

Clement: Not so fast, Chandler! Here comes Jared James!

(Jared slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He looks over at Chandler and smiles while shaking his head at him. Chandler responds by shouting at Jared to “get out!” But Jared just ignores his old rival as he continues to round the ring area. After climbing up onto the ropes, Jared steps into the ring.)

Chandler: W-wait a second. I could have sworn that I called out Jimmy Page. But you definitely don’t look like Jimmy Page. All I see standing in front of me is someone with a hipster hairdoo, a bitter look on his face and no championship around his waist. Hmm, horrible hair, bitter, and not a champion? You must be Jared James!

(Chandler laughs in Jared’s face. But Jared finds nothing funny and neither does the crowd.)

Chandler: What in the hell do you want, Jared? Can’t you see I’m out here trying to make my championship match at Capital Combat official? At least Cordy won the Frontier Lions Cup. You couldn’t even make it out of the quarterfinals like a Lo--

(Jared snatches the mic away from Chandler, garnering an “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” from the crowd. Chandler looks down at his hand and rapidly blinks his eyes. He cannot believe that Jared just did that. He then slowly looks up and turns to Jared)

Jared: You're a hoot Chandler. A real comedian. I mean, when I saw you out here demanding a title shot from Jimmy Page... well, I just had to come out here and congratulate you on this new sense of humor before. It's a nice change of pace from the undeserved entitlement you and your buddy Preston used to walk around with.

(Jared begins to slowly pace back and forth, keeping his eyes on Chandler the whole time.)

Jared: Though I have to say, I feel like the joke fell a little flat with the crowd here. I don't think they notice the humor, like I did, in a scrub like you walking in from some secondary promotion and demanding a title shot. I don't think they caught the joke that is any man, or woman, on this roster coming out and saying they deserve something based off past successes. You'd think FGA would be accustomed to those types of jokes, what with Johnny Karma reminding us all of how he saved some money on his car insurance by switching to Geico. In fact I'll admit it, I didn't get the joke right away either. I thought you were serious. But then I actually thought about it...

(Jared ceases his pacing, facing Chandler head on.)

Jared: ... And I realized something: he has to be joking. Who would seriously think they deserve a shot at the FGA World Championship despite not having wrestling for this company in over a year? What reasonable person would believe that their past accomplishments earned them a shot over the Frontier Lions Cup winner, Cordy Stevenson? Or Riley Owens? Or any of the other hard-working wrestlers who bust their butts each and every week to scratch and claw their way up that metaphorical ladder I always talk about. The answer? Nobody.

(Jared turns around and begins to pace again. This time he keeps his back to his old rival.)

Jared: No reasonable human being would think they could come into FGA – where hard work, blood, sweat and tears are the currency we use to dictate success – and run this place. Not without a fight.

(The FGA veteran faces Chandler once more, a devilish smirk dancing across his face.)

Jared: Thankfully for you, Chandler, I'm here... I'm ready... and I don't have a match tonight.

(The crowd goes crazy at the idea of an unannounced bout between the long-time rivals.)

Chandler: Is that what you want, Jared? You want to go?

(The crowd cheers as Jared nods his head.)

Chandler: You people want to see me and Jared go?

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

(Chandler then begins to nod as he unbuttons the sleeves on his cuffs.)

Chandler: IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, JARED? YOU WANT ME? YOU WANT TO GO? YOU AND ME? ME AND YOU? ONE ON ONE? HUH? WELL TO THAT I SAY THIS…

(Chandler looks Jared up and down and then curls his mouth.)

Chandler: … Nah…

(Chandler drops the mic before heading out of the ring to boos from the crowd. Jared places his hands on his hips and shakes his head as Chandler walks back up the ramp throwing out all types of trash talk.)

Clement: Chandler’s scared! He’s scared to get in the ring with Jared James! All this talk. All this bravado. But it turned out to all be false because Chandler has ran away from Jared James!

Grayson: Chandler didn’t run away from him. He’s got much bigger fish to fry.

Clement: You can make all the excuses in the world for him. Chandler ran away from this fight. But there might come a day when Chandler will have nowhere to hide and face Jared James once again.

[FGA Office]

[The scene shifts to the back, where for an unknown reason, probably without anywhere to go, sits Kevin Hardaway...just messing around on his phone, texting, playing a game, who the hell knows. Without warning, Hardaway is tapped on the shoulder, and when he looks up he’s faced with Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum, and looks mildly disinterested about the interruption]

Karma: Kevin Hardaway, I’ve got a proposition for you.

[Hardaway continues to look unimpressed]

Karma: Since you managed to, quite literally, choke in your attempt to win the Pride Championship, you’re obviously at a loose end, and because I’m a charitable man I was thinking that, rather than ask you to dump a bucket of ice water over your head and post the video on YouTube, how about you and I have a match?

[Hardaway rolls his eyes and smirks as he just gets up and walks away]

[As he walks down the hallway, Hardaway feels a tug at his arm, and then a couple of slightly more forceful pokes in his arm, causing him to turn around]

Karma: You seem to be a little confused, Kevin: this isn’t a six-man tag and Miss Baum is not Larkyn, so rather than walk away the decent thing to do would be to answer my challenge and, when you do, if you could be so kind as to suggest a date for the match so we can both move forward in our lives.

[Hardaway just lifts a finger and...he has no idea what to say. He just laughs it off once again and finally speaks up. Maybe just so somebody can leave him alone.]

Hardaway: No, I'm not confused. I just...don't want a match with you. It's nothing personal. I mean...I hate your guts and all, with your stupid Karmic TV segments being the only trick up your sleeve, so if you want to go out of your way, put a doppelganger of yours truly in female clothing and say how much I love to trout around getting hit in the nuts...go right ahead.

I got bigger fish to worry about right now, so if you excuse me...I'm not going to lie, I'm just going to get out of your hipster face and your plastic chick, okay? Deuces.

[Hardaway walks away again...and a moment later feels a couple of fingers prod him in the arm hard, causing him to turn around again]

Karma: Not so fast, bubbe. You seem to have missed the fact that, when I set my mind to something, I make darn sure it happens. So if you're going to duck my challenge and walk away now, go ahead...but I'll come back, again and again, and all you'll hear is me asking for a match. And if you keep saying "No", you'll hear something else: you'll hear the entire FWA roster calling you a chicken.

[Karma steps back and brushes down Hardaway's sleeve for creases]

Karma: Ciao.

[Karma winks to Hardaway, before he and Cherry walk away. Hardaway just stands there with the weirdest look on his face.]

Hardaway:: Umm...KAY?!

[FGA Office]

Seth Lawless vs. Camellia D. Magna

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. 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: The following is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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.

Clement: Camellia D. Magna was so close to advancing to the Rey del Aire finals at Above & Beyond III. It was another chance at an accolade that slipped through her hands.

Grayson: It was another missed opportunity for her. Cami has never been one to let those losses keep her down. But will she be able to bounce back tonight?

Seth Lawless comes out and he has sunglasses on and he just slowly walks down the ramp not interacting with the fans or anything. He slides into the ring and waits for his match to start.

Cruz: And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds! He is “The Lawless One” SETH LAWLESS!

Clement: Seth Lawless is fresh off his dominating performance at Above & Beyond III. He wasn't the only man in that Battle Royal. But he mind as well had been as Lawless eliminated every single grappler in the match!

Grayson: I think Johnny Karma may have some competition when it comes to being a Battle Royal God.

The bell sounds as Cami and Lawless lock up. Cami quickly places him in a side headlock. But Lawless pushes her off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she slides through Lawless’ legs. When Lawless turns around, Cami gets up and throws out a kick. But Lawless swats her foot down and counters with a punch to the face. The crowd boos as Lawless connects with another punch… and another. He then kicks Cami in the midsection and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Lawless throws out a clothesline. But Cami ducks and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks Lawless down with a crossbody block to cheers from the crowd.

ONE!
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Lawless kicks out.

As both grapplers get up, Cami kicks him in the midsection and follows up with an arm wringer. The ref asks Lawless if he wants to give up. But Lawless refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of his own to boos from the crowd. Cami then flips over with a headstand, counters with another arm wringer of her own and follows up with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Look at that counter there by Cami. She makes the cover...

ONE!
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Lawless kicks out.

Cami picks up Lawless and places him in another side headlock. But Lawless shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Lawless knocks her down with a standing shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Cami gets back up to her feet. When Lawless comes back, Cami leapfrogs over him. Lawless then continues to run into the ropes. When he comes back, Cami goes for a hip toss. But Lawless steps through it and then follows up with a clothesline, knocking her down to boos from the crowd. Cami gets back up, but Lawless throws her down with a scoop slam, followed by a jumping leg drop. Lawless turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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Cami kicks out.

Clement: Back and forth contest to start here with neither grapplers really gaining the upper hand.

Grayson: Cami's providing more of a challenge than the rest of those competitors in that Battle Royal.

Lawless picks up Cami and moves her against the ropes. After delivering a series of knife-edge chops, Lawless whips Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cami stops and counters with a kick to the face, sending Lawless stumbling back. She then runs back into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Lawless knocks her down with a dropkick to boos from the crowd. Lawless then picks up Cami, runs across the ring and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Cami with a hard fall to the floor!

Grayson: It looks like Lawless is setting up for something, Kev...

As Cami gets up on the outside, Lawless runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a baseball slide, knocking Cami down to boos from the crowd. After stepping out onto the apron, Lawless waits for Cami to get up. When Cami finally gets up to her feet, Lawless turns around on the apron and goes for an Asai Moonsault. But Cami comes out of the way, causing Lawless to land on the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nobody's home! Lawless went for the Asai Moonsault, but Cami was able to move out of the way just in time!

As Lawless curls up in pain, Cami rolls back into the ring and begins to climb the turnbuckles. As Lawless slowly gets up on the outside, Cami leaps off the top turnbuckle and connects with a flying cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Lawless misses, but Cami doesn't as he knocks him down with a cross body to the floor...

Cami picks up Lawless and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Cami begins to wave up Lawless. Once Lawless gets up and turns around, Cami goes for the Snapdragon Fire. But Lawless counters with a sitout powerbomb to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Lawless throws Cami down hard onto the canvas!

Clement: She could be out of it, Evan...

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cami gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Lawless picks up Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks down Lawless with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Lawless gets up, but Cami knocks him back down with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Lawless gets back up, but Cami knocks him back down with another dropkick to cheers from the crowd. As Lawless gets back up, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Lawless throws out a clothesline. But Cami ducks. When Lawless turns around, he turns into a backflip kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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

Grayson: Lawless is just able to beat the three count.

Clement: If that kick connected at the ring angle, this could have been over. Cami's got Lawless reeling. Can she put this match away!?

After picking Lawless back up, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with the Crown of Thorns to cheers from the crowd. While Lawless is down, Cami steps through the ropes and repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle before climbing the turnbuckles…

Clement: She's going up top, Evan!

Just as Cami is about to reach the top, Lawless turns over, runs into the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and meets Cami with an eye rake to boos from the crowd. After a couple of quick forearm strikes to the head, Lawless grabs Cami and plants her with a DDT off the top to boos from the crowd.

Clement: My Goodness, what a move! Lawless just planted Cami head-first onto the canvas from off the top!

Grayson: That's it, it's over!

While Cami is still down, Lawless gets up and marches back into the corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he flips back and connects with The Unstoppable Moonsault to boos from the crowd…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

"Battle Born" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, SETH LAWLESS!

Lawless gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Seth Lawless picks up another win. First he dominates the Battle Royal. Now a win over Camellia D. Magna.

Grayson: The future looks bright for Seth Lawless here in FGA. The sky will be the limit if he can keep this up...

[FGA Office]

(The feed cuts backstage and we find Spencer Burke frantically approaching a security guard who has been posted up in front of a door that reads "Employee Entrance/Exit". Spencer leans forward, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath.)

Spencer Burke: Did Chris Madison and Tommy Knox just walk through here? Someone tipped me off and said they were in the building.

Security Guard: You just missed them. They turned around that corner.

(Spencer looked towards the corridor that the security guard had singled out. He nodded his head and extended his hand out as an offering of thanks. Spencer hustled around the corner and signaled for the camera man to follow him. Spencer slides to a stop, almost running into the heels of the Black Hand. Chris Madison and Tommy Knox spin around and look Spencer over, chuckling amongst each other before turning back around and walking away.)

Spencer Burke: Guys do you think I could get a word from the two of you.

(Madison and Knox turned around momentarily. Knox broke the silence but was quickly interrupted by his partner, Madison.)

Tommy Knox: I got a few choice words I could toss your way...

Chris Madison: Easy Tommy. He's not worth the energy. We've got bigger things to attend to.

Spencer Burke: You guys aren't scheduled to be here. I'm sure the fans would love to know what brings you to Columbus when you're both booked in singles matches tomorrow night in Dearborn...

Chris Madison: We're going to show up when we want, where we want...Tonight The Black Hand sends out a message.

(Madison and Knox move towards Burke, each take a shot at him by blatantly driving their shoulders into his. Spencer bounces off of the two members of the Black Hand like a pinball, barely able to keep up his balance. Madison then pushes the palm of his hand against the lens of the camera and pushes back, causing the camera man to fall backwards onto his rear end before the feed cuts away.)

[FGA Office]

Johnny Karma vs. Colt Jagger

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

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

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

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

Clement: Johnny Karma makes his way to ring and appears to be confident. But his confidence has to have wavered by now. Karma has lost a number of his profile matches in a row. That's got to effect him, Evan.

Grayson: Karma is usually one to brush things off. He knows deep down that he is the most gifted technical wrestler in all of FGA. But those gifts haven't yielded him many results as of late. Maybe tonight if a change of direction for the Karmic Lion.

[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]

Clement: Cherry's got the mic. Let's see what these two have to say this week...

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

Cherry Baum: Introducing first, the most interesting thing to happen in Ohio since a tyrannosaurus strolled through this neck of the woods a mere 65 million years ago...weighing in at a rough, a ready, and a heady 233lbs, he hails from Queens, NYC - he is totally uninterested that The Walking Dead is returning soon, 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: Ladies and...

[Karma removes his sunglasses, peers into the front row...for a bit longer than usual...then puts his sunglasses back on]

Johnny Karma: ...seriously, are there actually any women here?

[Karma shakes his head ruefully]

Johnny Karma: As you know, I have a match right now...and if you did not know that, you clearly have no business being at a Johnny Kar...sorry, at an FWA show, or in fact any wrestling show.

However, what is almost as important as you getting the chance to see me doing the Greco-Roman waltz is the fact that, somewhere backstage, there's a man...to use the term lightly, who refused my offer of facing him in the ring. So with this in mind, I ask every single member of the FWA Galaxy to call Kevin Hardaway what he is: a coward, a chicken...a W-U-Double S, a wuss.

[Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, takes off his sunglasses, then does a few Hindu squats in his corner]

Clement: Johnny Karma calling out Kevin Hardaway?

Grayson: Johnny Karma antagonizing Kevin Hardaway? I don't know if that's the smartest idea, especially given Hardaway's reputation. I'm sure The Voice of The Violence won't take too kindly to that...

While the crowd prepares for the next match to begin the lights in the arena fade slowly to darkness. A single spotlight shines down on the middle of the entrance ramp. The beginning of Afraid begins to play just as the drums begin to beat Colt Jagger steps forward into the spotlight.

When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place...

Jagger glances around the arena a cold heartless stare in his eyes as he runs his hand through his greasy slicked hair tossing his bangs back out of his eyes. Walking down the ramp his eyes narrow in on the ring as he brushes past the fans. Emotionless he continues on a mission.

You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs
It hurts but I won’t fight you
You suck anyway
You make me wanna die, right when I...

Cruz: His opponent, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 205 pounds... COLT JAGGER!

Hopping up onto the apron Jagger steps through the ropes and walks up to the top turnbuckle staring down to the ground. Slowly raising his head up he glances out into the sea of people. Spreading his arms apart Colt takes in a deep breath. Shaking the blood into his arms he looks down and hops off of the second rope.

Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons
Sell your soul, not your whole self
If they see you when you’re sleeping, make them leave it
And I can’t even see if it’s all there anymore so...

The menacing Jagger drops taking a seat in the corner leaning against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and the bell to sound.

The bell sounds as both men go to lock up. But Karma quickly ducks and goes behind Colt, applying a waist lock. Karma then reaches up, applying a full nelson. After trying to get Colt to submit, Karma transitions into a hammerlock before planting him with Instant Karma to boos from the crowd.

Karma picks up Colt and moves him into the corner. He unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. After grabbing Colt by the arm, Karma whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Colt stumbles from out of the corner, Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets. He then picks up Colt, runs, hops over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma, dropping Colt to the canvas to boos from the crowd.

After Karma rolls back into the ring, he picks up Colt and hips him into the ropes. When Colt comes back, Karma delivers a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Colt and delivers Dynamite Karma to boos from the crowd. He quickly turns over and locks Colt in Deep Karma. Colt quickly taps out as the ref calls for the bell.

“When The Levee Breaks” blares over the PA as the crowd erupts in bloods.

Cruz: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA!

Cherry gets in the ring and raises Karma's arm to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Karma makes short work of Colt Jagger and picks up the win with a new finisher!

Grayson: He wasted no time laying waste to Colt Jagger. But I still don't think he's doing himself any favors by trying to draw the ire of Kevin Hardaway.

[FGA Office]

Echoes of Johnny Karma's theme is still heard as the camera cuts to backstage. Loyal interviewer Spencer Burke, is seen standing by a locker room door with a bedazzled name plate reading "Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine". Spencer can hear noises coming from the room so he knocks. After a few moments of no answer he knocks again.

Spencer Burke: Hey Tony it's Spencer Burke. I have a few questions to ask you before your match up.

The noises continue and no one responds to the door or Burke's plea. The interviewer looked into the camera and held his hand up to assure any fans watching.

Spencer Burke: I will get in people. He told me I was a homie guys we should be good.

Cameraman: Why don't you just open the door?

Spencer Burke: It's probably locked.

Cameraman: Well check, man. We reserved the time...we gotta get something.

Burke looks into the camera and lets out a sigh. He turns back to the door and stares at it for a minute before slowly reaching for the door knob. Spencer finally shrugs his shoulders and twists the knob, flinging the door open. The camera shows Sunshine Tony in front of the mirror with a tiny object near his nose. Upon noticing the door, Tony quickly turns away and turns the corner by the lockers. He stuffs something in his bag and walks back towards the camera sniffing his nose and looking a bit disoriented. He smiles at Spencer Burke.

Sunshine Tony: My homie Bad Bama Burke. What's shakin' bacon?

Spencer Burke gives Tony a bit of a side eye before nodding his head and smiling back.

Spencer Burke: How's it going Tony? After a heartwrenching loss to Cordy in the semi-finals of the Frontier Lion's Cup tournament, you look to bounce back and take on a friend of yours in Annie Zellor. A lot of people have noticed you a lot quieter lately and they believe the loss has shut you up in a sense.

Tony was hyping himself up, giving himself slaps to the face. He starts to laugh in Burke's face before shaking his head.

Sunshine Tony: Heartwrenching? Bordy Teasonson making my heart wrench? As if. If you must know there's been some personal issues going on that has caused me to be...away.

Tony took a deep breath and sniffled a few more times.

Sunshine Tony: I'm gonna keep it a C-Note with you Bad Bama. I'm pissed but that has to do with a combination of things. Including but not limited to the disappointment of Miami. You armchair critics can give me the tongue in cheek all you want. I'm the freshest freakyshina that you will ever know.

I am the one that will be here years from now with you Burke saying I told you so when I look down from my throne and see a new set of peasants bowing. Annie Zellor you ain't shit you think you are tonight. I'm gonna teach you some real Hard Knox. Life ain't no fucking picnic Cinderella story happy fun glitter time. You thought those bud brownies fucked you up the other day. Wait until you get in the ring with me soon.

Sunshine Tony slapped his hand against the locker towards the end of his spew. After closing his eyes and seemingly calming down, he smiles to Burke and the cameraman.

Sunshine Tony: NOW GET THE FUCK OUT MY LOCKER ROOM I GOT SHIT TO DO!!!!

Burke jumps as he nods and heads out the door. Tony follows him as he leaves to see them off.

Spencer Burke: Thank you for your time Tony Carmine.

Sunshine Tony: Bye Bad Bama Burke. Toodles honey!

The scene fades with Tony wiping his nose, turning around and slamming the locker room door shut.

[FGA Office]

Chaz Holiday vs. Bob Pooler

“Hail to the King” blasts out of the speakers as the curtain is pulled back and out steps Pooler. Cellphone flashes illuminate him in an almost strobe light effect as he stands there soaking in the energy. He smiles as he hears the boos from the crowd.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada! Weighing in at 228 pounds! He is the 2014 Rey del Aire winner… BOB POOLER!

He makes his way down to the ring as he recoils from the hands of those closest to the guard rail. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the corner, a smirk on his face as he stretches his arms across his chest and awaits the start of the match.

Grayson: Bob Pooler returned to FGA in spectacular fashion by becoming the first Rey del Aire winner.

Clement: Yes, Pooler was victorious in his return. But let's not ignore the fact that he stole that trophy from Ash. The man clearly cheated.

Grayson: Hey, if you're not cheating, you're not trying.

"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: Chaz Holiday regained his championship a couple of months back at All-Star Showdown III. But while Chaz was prepping for the Frontier Lions Cup, the list of challengers began to form for his title. Who will be the first to go after Chaz and his Mid-Atlantic gold?

Grayson: Maybe it's the man that's right across the ring from him?

The bell sounds as Chaz and Pooler lock up. Chaz quickly places Pooler in a side headlock. But Pooler slips out and reverses into a hammerlock from behind. Chaz then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. But Pooler reaches back and counters with a jumping snapmare takeover.

As Chaz gets back up, Pooler runs into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chaz leap frogs over him. Pooler then continues to run into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chaz goes for a hip toss. But Pooler blocks it. So Chaz tries for another hip toss. But again, Pooler blocks it. After Pooler hits him in the midsection and doubles him over, Pooler drapes his leg across the back of Chaz's neck and performs a backflip. After Pooler lands on his feet, Chaz throws out a kick. But Pooler catches his foot, wags his finger at him and spins him around. When Chaz turns around, Pooler throws out a kick of his own. But Chaz catches his foot and lifts up, sending Pooler flipping back in the air. Once Pooler lands on his feet, Chaz knocks him down with a clothesline to cheers from the crowd.

Pooler gets back up, but Chaz knocks him down with a running clothesline to cheers from the crowd. Chaz continues to run into the ropes as Pooler gets up. When Pooler turns around, Chaz connects with a dropkick, sending Pooler stumbling through the ropes and to the apron. As Pooler pulls himself up using the ropes, Chaz runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Chaz comes back, he goes for a baseball slide. But Pooler slingshots himself back into the ring and runs into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chaz hops up onto the apron, springboards to the top rope and knocks him down with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Pooler kicks out.

Clement: What a series of moves there by both men! But Chaz gains the upper hand.

Chaz picks up Pooler, moves him back into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Pooler and goes for an irish whip. But Pooler reverses, sending Chaz into the opposite corner. Pooler then runs across the ring and connects with a hangtime corner dropkick to boos from the crowd. As Chaz crumbles form out of the corner, Pooler quickly crawls over, turns him over and makes the cover.

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Pooler picks up Chaz and nails him with a European Uppercut. He then grabs Chaz by the arm and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Pooler knocks him down with a step-up enzuigiri. He turns Chaz over and makes the cover.

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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Another pin attempt made by Pooler. But Chaz gets out.

Grayson: Say what you want about how Pooler won the Rey del Aire. But the man has been impressive in all three bouts during his return.

Pooler picks up Chaz, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of chops. He then takes Chaz and goes for an irish whip. But Chaz reverses, sending Pooler into the corner. Chaz then runs across the ring and goes for a flying forearm smash. But Pooler moves out of the way, causing Chaz to crash into the corner. As Chaz stumbles back, Pooler rolls him up with a school boy…

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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Pooler tried to steal this win just like he stole that Rey del Aire trophy from Ash! But Chaz was able to kick out.

Grayson: Chaz wasn't nearly as worn down as Ash was. Let Pooler try that again after a couple more minutes and let's see if Chaz has the energy to kick out.

Clement: So you're advocating him cheating?

Grayson: I'm advocating that Pooler does whatever he can to win the match.

As both grapplers scramble to get back to a vertical base, Pooler meets Chaz with a European Uppercut. He then takes Chaz and tosses him to the outside. As Chaz gets up, Pooler runs into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, he delivers a suicide dive into a tornado DDT to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver by Bob Pooler!

Grayson: I've never seen anything like that before! What Will He Do Next?

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

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

Pooler picks up Chaz, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chaz around, Pooler whips him into the opposite corner. After sizing him up, Pooler runs across the ring and goes for a running corner clothesline. But Chaz moves out of the way, causing Pooler to crash into the corner.

Clement: Nobody's home!

As Pooler sits dazed across the middle rope, Chaz grabs him from behind, drags him back and delivers a rope hung inverted DDT. He makes the cover.

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Pooler gets his shoulder up.

Chaz picks up Pooler and whips him into the ropes. When Pooler comes back, Chaz knocks him down with a jumping high knee to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Pooler, wraps his arm around him and delivers a Downward Spiral to cheers from the crowd. As Pooler rolls over onto his back, Chaz heads into the corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Chaz flips back and connects with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Big moonsault off the top from Chaz!

Grayson: Come on, Pooler, get up...

Chaz gets up and patiently waits for Pooler to get into position. As Pooler slowly gets up, Chaz runs over, jumps up and delivers The Party Starter to cheers from the crowd. He turns Pooler over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

"Blackout" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHAZ HOLIDAY!

Chaz gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. After getting handed his title belt, Chaz walks over towards the hard camera, holds the camera up and points at it.

Clement: Pooler may have been successful during his return at Above & Beyond III. But he was not able to best the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion here tonight!

Grayson: Chaz is holding up that title, almost as if he's daring someone to take that belt from him. Be careful what you wish for, Chaz...

[FGA Office]

(In the backstage area, 2014 Frontier Lion Cup winner, Cordelia Stevenson is seen walking down a corridor. She is greeted with nods of acknowledgment and whispers of congratulations from random backstage workers and dwellers as she passes by. She responds with a humbled smile and a thank you as she presses on towards her destination. As she rounds a corner, she immediately spies someone she colors familiar talking to a stagehand. Squinting her eyes to try and get a better look of the person standing off in the distance, her stride slows a bit as she waits for the face to register. As soon as it does, her eyes widen with pleasant surprise.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Heeyyyy, I was hoping I’d run into you!

(She exclaims rather cheerfully as she approaches a young woman. As the camera closes in a bit, we see that the woman she's approaching is none other than Hadley.)

Hadley: I decided that it would be fun to come out and see some of my FGA friends. I’ve not been here since me and Chaz lost in the Dynamic Duos a few months back. So I figured why not. Plus, I think it’ll be fun to see Chandler Scott beat up on Dan Herrera a bit.

Cordy frowns a bit hearing that last sentence.

Cordelia Stevenson: Man, why is everyone so against Dan these days? I mean…

She thinks about it for a second and just shrugs.

Cordelia Stevenson: Eh, I guess people have their reasons. He’s always been alright in my book though. He’s made mistakes, but don’t we all chica?

(In the background, the camera catches Dan Herrera walking around the corner. He sees Cordy and Hadley standing there talking and he stops. He turns around and walks back around the corner staying there hoping to hear what’s going on. Hadley shakes her head and answers Cordy’s question.)

Hadley: We do, and I get that. But Dan’s specific actions against me were quite despicable. And forgiving him for that is not something I plan on doing. He’s a jerk and he’ll get what he gets. But on to more important matters, when are you going to be hitting Philadelphia?

(Hadley gets a big smile on her face. Cordy hears the sincerity and passion in Hadley’s tone and realizes it might be best to leave that alone for now. Hearing the question about Philly brings a smile to her face however.)

Cordelia Stevenson: I was just thinking about that. These past couple of weeks have been so hectic, but I should definitely be free sometime this week. Take my number down, and I’ll give you a call. We’ll work something out for sure.

(Hadley rifles through her small purse pulling out a receipt and a small eyeliner pencil. Not the best setup, but it’ll do the job. She holds it at the ready.)

Hadley: Awesome. Cause I’m telling you, it gets weird going out by yourself in Philly sometimes. I was out with Brandon Banks last week, and some dude who obviously just got beat up, judging by his bloody nose, started hitting on me. It was totally awkward. I mean… sometimes I don’t get people. I think that nose was probably a more pressing issue, but what do I know. Oh, I can tell you one thing I know. It’ll be a lot more fun hitting the town and going dancing with you, that’s for sure.

(Cordy chuckles hearing Hadley recite the event from that night, and nods her head.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Ahhh Philly; always an interesting place that’s for sure. Let me tell you, I lived there for the better part of the past two years and I’ve had my fair share of awkward experiences. It’s a good place though, but yeah, you’ll totally have more fun hitting the town with me indeed.

(She lets out another laugh before growing quiet for a second, and sighing. Looking back up at Hadley, she hesitates for a second as if contemplating her next move.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Hey… look. I hope me bringing him back up doesn’t sour your mood or anything, but about Dan; I don’t necessarily know the particulars of your situation and for you to feel as strongly as you do about it, I understand that it may have been something bad. But, don’t rule out that option of forgiveness Hadley. Sometimes it does wonders.

(She glances down at the floor sheepishly.)

Cordelia Stevenson: That’s something I learned recently, and you don’t even have to do it for Dan. Sometimes you just need to do it, for yourself.

(Cordy glances back up at her and smiles.)

Cordelia Stevenson: When you’re ready of course.

(Hadley’s purses her lips for a second thinking about what Cordy said to her. She takes a deep breath before she decides how to respond.)

Hadley: I appreciate the thought Cordy. And I know that for most people, that’s the best way to approach things.

(She pauses)

Hadley: But… I will never forgive Dan. He tossed me aside like the week’s garbage. He never even gave me a chance to explain to him what I was trying to get across to him. Instead, he treated me like some two-bit money chaser. I’ll never forgive him for that.

(Cordy lets out a soft hiss hearing what Hadley has to say. She can totally understand where the woman is coming from.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Yikes. I get where you’re coming from chica, totally.

(She nods in understanding.)

Cordelia Stevenson: Well look, I’ve got to get ready and go. They’re presenting me with my Lion’s Cup trophy tonight! I’m so glad I ran into you though. Hit me up after the show, maybe we can hang then too, alright?

Hadley: I’m going to try and catch up with some people at a hotel party. I’m not totally sure yet. Either way, I’ll give you a call and see what’s up. Enjoy your time in the spotlight tonight! You deserve it!

(Hadley reaches in and hugs Cordy. Cordy nods at Hadley as she walks by and heads down the hallway. Hadley then begins moving forward and before she gets to the corner of the hall, Dan turns from around it blocking her path. She puts her hands on her hips and a large frown spreads across her face.)

Hadley: Move Dan.

(Dan puts his hands up and signals for her to stop or slow down.)

Dan Herrera: Now hold on a minute Hadley. Just slow down, I have been trying to get a hold of you all week. Are you getting my voicemails?

Hadley: Of course I’m getting your voicemails Dan. I’m ignoring them, just like I’ve been trying to do ever since you decided that NOW you want to know what I had to say.

(Dan sighs and looks down at the floor for a second.)

Dan Herrera: Hadley, I was calling cause I wanted to meet with you face to face. Look at me please… I have to tell you something.

(Hadley puts her hands on her hips and looks up at Dan.)

Dan Herrera: I’m sorry Hadley. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. I was stressed out with all that was going on in my life and I made a bad decision. It’s something I’ve been worrying about the past two weeks. I feel like…

(Dan pauses.)

Dan Herrera: I feel like I’ve pushed you away and you’ve changed now. Once you came back from your small disappearance, it’s like you’re not the girl I was seeing before.

(Hadley scoffs at Dan. She shakes her head.)

Hadley: I am who I am. If you didn’t like me before, then you don’t like me now. Nothing’s changed except for your sudden attitude about me. Well…. maybe my attitude about you has changed too, Dan. I don’t want anything to do with you. So LEAVE ME ALONE!

(Hadley begins to storm past Dan. As she is pushing past Dan, he lightly grabs her arm.)

Dan Herrera: Hadley, please…

Hadley: LET GO of me Dan. NOW!

(Dan lets go of her arm and puts them into the air. She stares at him shaking her head for a few seconds before continuing around the corner leaving Dan where he is standing. Dan curses to himself.)

Dan Herrera: Dammit!

(Dan shakes his head and continues down the hallway towards his locker room to prepare for his match. The scene then fades back out heading back to the commentators booth inside the arena.)

[FGA Office]

Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine vs. Annie Zellor

As RetcH's "Graceful Jewelry Removal" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him(never the same group of women). He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out.

"n****s pussy I should sprinkle them with glitter, for real my n****."

After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring as he instructs the females to have the ropes held for him by the time he gets to ringside. With the ladies seated on the middle rope, Tony ignores them and walks up the steps and into the ring on his own. Tony laughs as he stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to the group of females as they step off the apron. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 154 pounds… SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

Clement: Tony Carmine is still livid after losing in the Frontier Lions Cup. Losing his chance at the cup is bad enough for him. But I think losing to Cordy Stevenson is what's really set him off.

Grayson: Tony's not a poor sport. He gave Cordy her just due. But he also promised to kick her teeth in the next time he saw her. You want to know what else he promised? To take out all his pent up aggression on Annie Zellor tonight. You want to know what the best part is? There's nothing that Annie, her Anniemaniacs or her Sparklebuddies can do to stop him.

An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down.

Cruz: And his opponent, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 110 pounds! She is one half of the reigning World Tag Team Champions… ANNIE ZELLOR!

The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

Clement: Annie Zellor became one half of the new World Tag Team Champions as her and Laurel Anne Hardy defeated the Super Mario Wrestling Bros!

Grayson: Good for her. But this isn't a tag team match. It's one on one. She won't have anyone to tag out to tonight. Laurel won't be there to save her tonight. It's just her and Tony alone in that ring. And Sunny looks to be beyond pissed...

The bell sounds as Annie walks over towards Tony and extends her hand. But Tony doesn’t even look down at her hand. He just stares a hole right through her as the crowd boos.

Clement: Tony's not going to shake her hand?

Grayson: Does he look like he's in the mood to shake hands?

Annie takes a step back and is clearly saddened by Tony's sour demeanor. The two then motion for a lock up. But Tony nails her with a kick to the midsection to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh come on, Tony!

Tony grabs two handfuls of Annie’s hair, pulls her back and then throws her down face-first to the canvas to boos from the crowd. As Annie gets up on all fours, Tony delivers a kick to the ribs, knocking Annie over onto her back. He then runs into the ropes. When Tony comes back, he connects with a baseball slide to the side, knocking Annie under the bottom rope and to the floor.

Grayson: Get her, Tony!

Clement: I know Tony's got a mean streak in him. I know that he's a competitor. But there's no need to rough up Annie like this. She never did anything to him.

As Annie slowly pulls herself up using the edge of the apron, Tony runs over and connects with a baseball slide to the face, knocking her down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Bam, Tony nailed her with a baseball slide right in her little #grrface!

As Annie slowly gets up on the outside, Tony runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he baseball slides to the outside, grabs two handfuls of Annie’s hair and throws her back with a mat slam into the guard rail.

Clement: Good God, did you hear that!?

A loud thud can be heard as the back of Annie’s hand smacks against the guard rail. The crowd boos as she slowly slumps down to the floor. But Tony doesn’t let up. He puts the boots to Annie, stomping the hell out of her as the crowd boos.

Clement: Come on, ref! Enough's enough!

Grayson: Nope, I want to see more. Show 'em how mad you are, Tony.

The ref tries to moves Tony away from Annie, but Tony pushes the ref out of his way. He goes over, picks Annie back up and rolls her into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he steps on Annie’s hair with both hands, reaches down, grabs her by the wrists and pulls her arms up. The crowd boos as Annie can be heard squealing in pain. She kicks her legs helpless as Tony looks down with a snarl on his face.

Clement: Dammit, Tony, you don't have to do this! Stop this!

The ref gives Tony until the count of five to break the hold.

ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tony lets go of her wrists… only to drop down with a knee across her face. The crowd boos as Annie curls up and covers his face.

Clement: I don't think I've ever seen Tony this vicious before.

Grayson: The man told you what he was going to do. So why are you acting so surprised?

Tony reaches down, grabs Annie by her hair and yanks her back up. He then shoves her into the corner. Tony then marches into the corner and delivers a blistering chop to the chest. He reaches his arm back and delivers another blistering chop. Tony rears back and goes for another chop, but Annie ducks and connects with a forearm strike to the face to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There you go, Annie!

Annie nails Tony with another forearm strike, sending him stumbling back. Annie then comes from out of the corner and nails Tony with a series of alternating shoot kicks to his legs. She then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a wheelbarrow bulldog. But Tony keeps her held in the air, runs over and shoves Annie off of him, sending her flying over the top rope and crashing to the floor.

Grayson: He just sent her flying to the outside!

Clement: Damn him!

As Annie slowly gets up, Tony runs into the ropes. When Tony comes back, he knocks Annie down with a rolling suicide dive.

Clement: Yony wipes her out with that rolling dive to the outside! She's got to be out of it...

Tony picks up Annie, grabs her by her hair, drags her back towards the ring and rolls her back in. After Tony slides himself in, he grabs Annie by the ankles and drags her into position. Tony then marches into the corner before climbing the turnbuckles.

Grayson: He's going to take it to the air, Kev!

Once Tony reaches the top, he flips off, going for a Phoenix Splash. But Annie moves out of the way, causing Tony to crash onto the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Gah!

Clement: He missed the Phoenix Splash! Annie moved out of the way!

While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count.

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

Annie crawls over and slowly pulls herself up using the ropes. Meanwhile, Tony turns over onto one knee. He then gets back up to a vertical base. Tony then marches over and turns Annie around. But Annie greets him with a forearm strike to cheers from the crowd. Annie then delivers another forearm strike… and another… and another. While Tony appears dazed, Annie runs back into the ropes. When she comes back, Tony goes for a running clothesline. But Annie ducks, causing Tony to run into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Annie connects with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Tony kicks out.

Annie goes to pick up Tony, but Tony quickly delivers a double leg pick up and rams her back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as he follows up with a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Annie and whips her into the opposite corner. Tony runs across the ring. But Annie connects with a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Tony turns and slowly staggers away from the corner, Annie steps out onto the apron and delivers a springboard bulldog to cheers from the crowd. She turns Tony over and makes the cover.

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Tony kicks out.

Annie picks up Tony and goes for an irish whip. But Tony reverses, sending Annie into the ropes. When Annie comes back, she delivers a running hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. As Tony gets up, Annie runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Tony stumbling back into the corner. Annie then gets up, runs over and connects with a clothesline. She runs out of the corner, turns around and connects with another running clothesline. She then runs from out of the corner, turns around and connects with another running clothesline to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Annie Zellor is taking it to Tony Carmine!

After heading towards the center of the ring, Annie turns around, hops onto Tony and monkey flips him out of the corner. Tony does a full rotation, landing face-first on the mat to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Good God what impact!

Annie heads over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Annie picks up Tony and delivers a facebreaker DDT, followed by a sitout facebuster to cheers from the crowd. She turns him over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: I thought she had him there.

Grayson: Come on, Tony, you've got this...

Annie picks up Tony, positions herself in front of him and delivers a standing shiranui to cheers from the crowd. While Tony is down, Annie steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But as she’s near the top, Tony runs into the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and throws Annie down with a top rope arm drag to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Flying arm drag by Tony Carmine!

As slowly turns over on one knees, Tony runs into the ropes, fully intent on hitting #PimpShit.

Grayson: You know what comes next, don't you?

When Tony comes back, Annie gets up and throws him down with a Seoi Nage to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Not so fast!

Annie runs into the ropes as Tony gets up. When Annie comes back, she connects with a Lui Kang Kick, sending Tony stumbling onto the middle rope to cheers from the crowd. She then throws up the devil horns, showing off her #grrface to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: #Grrface time, Evan!

Grayson: Oh no...

Annie runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she swings through the ropes and goes for the Rough ‘n’ Tumble. But Tony ducks out of the way. After Annie swings back into the ring, Tony deliver a clothesline, sending them both over the top rope and to the floor.

Clement: Both grapplers just took a hard fall to the floor!

While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count.

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

Tony is still on his back while Annie is face down on the floor.

Ref: …………………. FOUR………………….. FIVE……………..

Tony turns over on all fours and tries to shake out the cobwebs.

Ref: ………………………..SIX…………………………...SEVEN……………………

Tony looks behind him and sees Annie trying to pull herself up using the edge of the apron. Annie climbs up onto the apron. But Tony grabs her by the ankle and yanks her down. Annie smacks her face against the apron on the way down to boos from the crowd.

Ref: ………………………..EIGHT…………………..

Tony goes to roll back into the ring. But before Tony passes under the bottom rope, Annie pulls him back to the outside and connects with a dropkick.

Ref: ……………………………… NINE…………………………..

Both grapplers slowly get up. After looking at each other, they go to roll back in, but...

Ref: TEN!

Annie and Tony get up and raise their arms in victory. But the ref is shaking his head at both.

Clement: What's going on here? I thought Annie got back into the ring first?

Grayson: No, Tony clearly got back in before her.

As they look on in confusion, the ref heads to the outside and gives his decision to Manny Cruz

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that since neither participant was able to return to the ring by the count of 10, this match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The crowd boos at the ref's decisions. Tony places his hands on his hips and stares daggers right at him. He then turns to Annie, who walks up to him and once again shakes his hand. Tony looks down at her hand, then back up at her face, and then walks by her, blowing her off as he exits the ring. The crowd boos as Tony marches up the aisle, never bothering to look back...

[FGA Office]

(Spencer Burke is standing by.)

Spencer Burke: I’m here with right with Chandler Scott and Chandler, we’re mere moments away from the big main event. You’ll be facing Dan Herrera in your FGA in-ring return. But before we get to that, I’d like to speak about what happened earlier tonight with Jared James.

(Chandler walks into the picture.)

Chandler: Jared James? You want to talk to me about… Jared James? To hell with Jared James! He’s a good for nothing loser who had no business being out there. That was my time! All I was doing was waiting for Jimmy Page to finish off his fifth bag of Funyuns, waddle his self down to the ring, and make the match at Capital Combat official. But noooooooo! Just like Dan Herrera, Jared James had to stick his nose in my business and give his unwanted opinion.

Spencer Burke: Well, it was several weeks ago in Salem where you actually interrupted Jared James. Maybe this was a case of payback?

(Chandler does a double take.)

Chandler: Well maybe you should shut up because I never asked for your opinion. I’ll deal with Jared James when I’m good and ready to! In the meantime, he can go play in traffic for all I care.

Now, let’s address tonight’s business. Dan Herrera. Big, bad Dan Herrera thinks he’s ready to step into the ring with the big boys, huh? Well we’re all going to see what you’re made of, now aren’t we? Dan, this didn’t have to be like this. As I said before, you were of no concern to me. But what you did, Dan, was intentionally put yourself in the crosshairs of a marksmen. That was your latest idiotic decision in a long, LONG list of idiotic decisions. Well guess what? There’s no Bros here tonight. Your little friends, they won’t be here to help you, either. I would say your family isn’t here, but we both know that isn’t true. That’s right, Hadley, your sister, my personal guest that I invited here, is in the back right now. And she’ll be cheering me on as I beat you from pillar to both.

I bet that makes you angry, doesn’t it? Yeeeeeeeeah. I bet that makes your blood boil and your veins pop, huh? Yeeeeeeeeeeah. I bet that makes you want to reach your hands through this screen, grab my throat with both hands and never let go, right? Yeeeeeeeeeeah. Too bad that last part is wishful thinking because if you think you’re beating me here tonight, then you’ve got another thing coming.

Now I’ll give credit where it’s due. You’ve carved out a nice little lane for yourself here. You’ve done good. You’re no champion, of course. But you’ve done good nonetheless. If you beat me tonight… and that’s a BIG if… I’ll tip my cap. I’ll admit that the better man won. My failures are so few and far between that me admitting being wrong isn’t that much of a struggle. But if you lose Dan, I want you to do something for me. Don’t go running out of that ring crying. Don’t go and seek solace in the warm embrace of one of your Bros. All that mess can wait until after the show. Once I beat you, Dan, I want you to go up to the nearest camera and say just three words. They’re three simple words that in just a few minutes, you’ll know are true…

Chandler… Reigns… Supreme.

See you soon, “bossman”.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Dan Herrera vs. Chandler Scott

The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena as the fans turn their attention to the entrance way. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to boo, jeer and show various other forms of displeasure. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott bursts through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 255 pounds… CHANDLER SCOTT!

As Chandler makes his way to the ring, he looks at both sides of the aisle and points both of his thumbs back at himself. He then throws up both index fingers in the air as he swaggers his way to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, springboards up onto the second ropes and spreads his arms out, basking in his glory.

Clement: Chandler Scott makes his in-ring return to FGA tonight. Since his return, he's drawn the ire of members of the FGA roster. But outside of Jared James, no one has a bigger issue with him than Dan Herrera.

Grayson: Dan Herrera wants to teach Chandler a lesson. He wants Chandler to know that he can't just walk back in here and jump to the front of the line. I don't think Dan fully knows what he's going up against here tonight. But he'll find out soon enough.

...Spoken...

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

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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

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

Clement: This match is important to Dan for two reasons. One, he gets to shut up a bully like Chandler Scott. Two, a win over Chandler further legitimizes him as a top grappler here in FGA.

Grayson: Dan Herrera has successfully transitioned from owner to grappler. He's mixed it up in the ring with FGA's finest and has won. However, this is a fight that he shouldn't have picked. Dan stuck his nose in Chandler's business and for that, he will pay.

The bell sounds as Chandler walks up to Herrera and gets right in his face. He begins running his mouth, talking down to Herrera as he repeatedly puts his finger in his face. Herrera swats Chandler’s hand away from him. But Chandler puts his finger right back in his face. After Herrera swats his hand away, Chandler responds with a push. But Herrera comes back with a shove, sending Chandler stumbling back into the ropes to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Dan Herrera is showing that he will not be intimidated by Chandler Scott!

Chandler cautiously makes his way from off the ropes and begins to circle the ring. After the two size each other up, they march towards the center of the ring and lock horns. After jockeying for position, Chandler moves Herrera into the corner. As Chandler presses Herrera up against the ropes, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both men slowly make a clean break.

That is, until Chandler cheap shots Herrera with a slap across the face to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Wow, did you hear that!?

The boos quickly turn to cheers as Herrera begins to chase Chandler from out of the corner. But Chandler quickly sticks his upper body through the middle & top ropes, forcing the ref to move Herrera back. The crowd boos as Chandler shoos him away with his hand.

Clement: Typical Chandler, running away! We saw it earlier with Jared James and now again here!

After getting back in the ring, Chandler circles the ring while Herrera never takes his eyes off of him. After sizing up Herrera, Chandler heads towards the center of the ring and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Chandler again moves Herrera across the ring and into the corner. But Herrera is able to switch positions, pressing Chandler up against the ropes. The ref heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both men make a clean break. Chandler then tries to go for another slap. But Herrera blocks the slap and counters with a right hand, knocking Chandler down to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Dan saw it coming and rocked Chandler with that right hand!

Chandler quickly rolls to the outside as he clutches his jaw in pain. Herrera then goes over and kicks the bottom rope before waving Chandler back into the ring. But Chandler just waves him off as he takes his time circling the ring.

Clement: Chandler acted like he was so big and bad. How about he get in the ring and mix it up with Dan?

Grayson: Hold your horses. This is a marathon, not a sprint. Chandler will wrestle this match at whatever pace he wants.

Clement: That must be code for "Chandler's scared." The man realizes that he bit off way more than he could chew.

After climbing back up onto the apron, Chandler slowly steps back into the ring. The two grapplers proceed to circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Chandler places Dan in a side headlock. He quickly performs a standing switch, turning over into a hammerlock from behind. He begins to jerk the arm, causing Herrera to wince in pain. The ref asks Dan if he wants to give up, but he shakes his head no. He then leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Chandler nails him with an elbow to the face. He performs a standing switch, turning into a waist lock from behind. After locking his hands tightly around Herrera’s waist, Chandler hoists him up and throws him down with a waist lock takedown. Herrera gets up to his knees. But Chandler hoists him up and throws him back down with another waist lock takeover. He then turns over across Herrera’s back and applies a front face lock. Herrera fights his way up to his feet. But Chandler brings him down with a Gator Roll. Herrera tries to get back up. But Chandler brings him back down with another Gator Roll. After Herrera gets back up off the mat, he begins to move Chandler over into the ropes. As Herrera presses Chandler up against the ropes, the ref gives Chandler until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Chandler reluctantly lets go… then throws out a sucker punch. But Herrera ducks and counters with a punch of his own to cheers from the crowd. He then rocks Chandler with a series of right hands as the crowd continues to cheer. Herrera then takes Chandler and whips him into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, Herrera knocks him down with a running shoulder block. Chandler gets back up, but Herrera knocks him back down with another running shoulder block to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with a running lariat to cheers from the crowd. Chandler gets back up, but Herrera knocks him back down with another running lariat to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler gets up, Herrera grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Chandler arches his back in pain.

Clement: Chandler totally dismissed Dan as a threat. But Dan is making him pay for taking him lightly.

Herrera rolls to the outside and kicks Chandler square in the back. He then picks up Chandler, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the guard rail. The crowd cheers as Chandler stumbles around ringside while holding his throat. Herrera then comes up from behind, slams Chandler’s head onto the apron and pushes him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, Herrera gets up, picks up Chandler and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chandler around, Herrera unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Chandler and whips him into the opposite corner. Herrera then charges across the ring. But he runs right into an elbow to the face to boos from the crowd. As Herrera stumbles back, Chandler runs from out of the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Herrera ducks and counters with a Samoan Drop to cheers from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler kicks out, but this has been all Herrera thus far.

Grayson: Don't you worry. It's still early...

Herrera picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Herrera into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Chandler bends over to set up a back body drop. But Herrera stops, grabs Chandler and tosses him over the top rope. But this time, Chandler lands on the apron. As Chandler pulls himself up using the ropes, Herrera heads over and deliver a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs Chandler and drops him with a guillotine across the top rope, sending him tumbling to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler gets knocked back to the outside. Dan has prevented him from gaining any momentum in this match.

Herrera rolls to the outside, grabs Chandler and delivers a russian leg sweep against the guardrail to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Chandler and rolls him back into the ring. Herrera reaches in and drags Chandler so that his upper body is on the apron. After climbing up onto the apron, Herrera delivers a leg drop to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler rolls back into the ring, Herrera gets in and steps back in through the ropes. He then picks up Chandler, turns him around and delivers a neckbreaker to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Clement: Chandler kicks out, but Herrera is still in firm control. I didn't think I'd see Herrera dominate Chandler like this.

As Herrera slowly picks up Chandler, Chandler begins to nail him with elbows to the midsection. But Herrera delivers a clubbing shot to the back of the neck, followed by a russian leg sweep to cheers from the crowd. He rolls over on top of Chandler to makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Chandler kicks out.

Herrera picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Herrera into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Chandler delivers a frankensteiner to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: There we go!

Clement: Chandler drops Herrera right on his head with that frankensteiner! And he makes the cover...

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Chandler picks up Herrera, heads into the corner and goes to slam his head into the top turnbuckle. But Herrera puts his foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking the move. He then grabs Chandler and slams his head into the top turnbuckle while the crowd counts along…

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN!

While Chandler is dazed, Herrera hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Chandler and goes for a tornado DDT. But just as Herrera is about to plant him, Chandler shoves him off in mid air. As Herrera lands on his feet, Chandler runs from out of the corner and throws out a clothesline. But Herrera ducks. When Herrera turns around, Chandler knocks him down with a Textbook Dropkick to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Chandler picks up Herrera and rakes him across the eyes, sending him stumbling into the ropes to boos from the crowd. After heading over towards Herrera, Chandler turns Herrera towards him and delivers a series of chops of his own. He then takes Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Chandler into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he takes Herrera down with a spinning sitout sleeper slam to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What a counter there by Chandler! He makes the cover...

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Herrera, scoops him up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He then sits up Herrera before heading into the ropes. When Chandler comes back, he delivers a rolling neck snap to boos from the crowd. He crawls over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Herrera is able to get his shoulder up. But now it's Chandler that's in control.

Grayson: It was only a matter of time until the tide turned and things started going his way.

Chandler picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Chandler scoops him up and delivers a rib breaker. Chandler then picks up Herrera, delivers a knee strike to the midsection and follows up with a gutwrench suplex to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Herrera, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Herrera, Chandler begins yelling at him before slapping him across the face. The crowd boos as Chandler berates Herrera. He then delivers another slap across the face to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Herrera answers back with a series of right hands. Herrera then throws out a haymaker. But Chandler ducks, delivers a double leg pick-up and rams Herrera into the corner. The crowd boos as Chandler unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts, followed by a series of European Uppercuts that send Herrera slumping down in the corner. Chandler then steps back, pulls down on top rope and chokes Herrera while the crowd boos. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

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

Chandler lets go. He heads back towards the center of the ring, only to turn, run back over towards the corner and go for a running knee to the face. But Herrera moves out of the way, causing Chandler's knee to hit the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers.

As Chandler limps around the ring, Herrera pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes. He then begins to climb the turnbuckles. But Chandler quickly runs back into the corner, runs up the turnbuckles, lifts Herrera onto his shoulders and jumps back, delivering a Super Samoan Drop to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Chandler picks up Herrera and whips him hard into the corner. As Herrera stumbles from out of the corner, Chandler nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He lifts Herrera up, holds him in place for 10 seconds and then falls back, delivering a stalling vertical suplex to boos from the crowd. Chandler turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up. Chandler looks over at the ref and claps his hands three times.

Grayson: That's right, ref! Learn how to count!

Clement: The ref knows how to count just fine. It's Chandler Scott that doesn't know how to put Dan Herrera away.

Chandler picks up Herrera and whips him into the corner. Chandler runs into the corner, but Herrera nails him with an elbow to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Chandler stumbles back, Herrera runs from out of the corner and throws out a lariat. But Chandler counters with a spinning side belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Herrera gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Nice suplex there by Chandler, but it only gets two.

Grayson: I could have sworn it was three.

Chandler picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Chandler goes for another frankensteiner. But Herrera counters with a powerbomb to cheers from the crowd. He quickly grabs Chandler by the legs and turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Gah!

Clement: Forced Retirement! Herrera's got the Forced Retirement applied!

The crowd cheers as Chandler screams in pain. The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. Chandler yells out "no!" So Herrera pulls back, increasing the pressure to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chandler's in immense pain and this crowd is loving every second of it!

Grayson: How sick are they!?

Chandler covers his head as he screams in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit.

Clement: Chandler refuses to throw in the towel. But how much longer can he fight off the pain?

Grayson: Long enough to make it to the ropes, hopefully.

Chandler slowly pushes himself up off the canvas and tries to crawl on his forearms towards the ropes. But Herrera quickly puts a stop to that and drags him back to the center of the ring. Herrera then repeatedly jerks back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

Clement: Not so fast!

The ref asks Chandler if he wants to give up. But Chandler refuses to quit. After pushing himself up off the mat, Chandler begins to crawl across the ring. After scratching and clawing a few more inches, Chandler is almost there. But Herrera squats down lower, making it harder for Chandler to escape.

Clement: Again, Chandler is denied from making it to the ropes!

Grayson: Come on, Chandler, come on...

Chandler groans as he plants his palms down on the canvas and pushes up. He then begins to reach out towards the ropes. But he’s not quite there.

Clement: He's just out of reach!

Chandler crawls a few more inches. He reaches out… and grabs the bottom rope to boos from the crowd.

The ref gives Herrera until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Herrera reluctantly breaks the hold. After picking up Chandler, he goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending him hard chest-first into the corner. As Herrera stumbles back, Chandler knocks him down from behind with a running forearm smash. The crowd boos as Chandler puts the boots to Herrera.

Chandler reaches down, picks up Herrera and whips him into the corner. After sizing him up, Chandler runs across the ring and nails Herrera with a running european uppercut that nearly knocks his head off. He then brings a dazed Herrera from out of the corner, kicks him in the midsection and hooks both arms. Chandler scans the crowd as he soaks in the boos. But the boos turn to cheers as Herrera breaks free, grabs Chandler by the legs, stands up and counters with the Wit’s End to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: No!

Clement: Wit's End! Chandler took too long and ended up getting countered with the Wit's End!

After dropping to his knees, Herrera rolls across Chandler and hooks his leg for the pin…

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Phew!

Herrera picks up Chandler and goes for an irish whip. But Chandler reverses, sending Herrera into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Chandler throws out the Harvard Hammer. But Herrera ducks. When Chandler turns around, he turns into a discus elbow to cheers from the crowd. While Chandler is dazed, Herrera quickly brings him into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and delivers a tornado DDT to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Chandler gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh, so close!

After picking Chandler up, Herrera delivers four knees to the midsection, doubling him over. He then hoists up Chandler and throws him down with the Final Word to cheers from the crowd. Herrera then heads into the corner and crouches down, waiting impatiently for Chandler to get up.

Clement: It's time, Evan. It's time for Chandler to get speared right in half!

Grayson: Oh no...

As Chandler slowly gets up and turns around, Herrera darts from out of the corner and goes for a spear. But Chandler counters with a high knee lift. While Herrera is dazed, Chandler turns him around, lifts him up onto his shoulders and delivers a spinning backbreaker rack.

Grayson: He's spinning him around around and around!

After about eight rotations, Chandler throws Herrera down before stumbling into the ropes. Once his head stops spinning, Chandler can be seen frantically waving up Herrera. Herrera, meanwhile, slowly turns over on all fours. He tries to shake out the cobwebs as the crowd is cheering him on...

Crowd: DAN! DAN ! DAN! DAN! DAN! DAN! DAN! DAN!

Chandler clasps his hands together as he waits impatiently for Herrera to get up. Herrera gets up onto one one foot, then both. After standing up, Herrera turns around. But Chandler clocks him with a discus Harvard Hammer to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

"Perfect Strangers" blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos.

Cruz: Here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT!

Chandler gets his arm raised to boos from the crowd. He then walks over towards Herrera, stands over him and raises his arms as the crowd continues to boo.

Clement: Chandler Scott is successful in his FGA return as he defeats Dan Herrera!

Grayson: It's a good thing he countered that spear when he did. If he didn't, this match would have had a totally different outcome. And now, let the bragging begin...

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage where we find the Sparklebuddies team of Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor finishing a conversation. The tag champs could hardly hold back the adulation for one another. Annie sat on top a large case that was pushed against the wall. Her feet dangled in the air, kicking back and forth as Laurel stood directly in front of her. The cameraman zoomed in and caught the tail end of the conversation.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I'm going to go find Chaz.

Annie Zellor: Sounds good. I'm gonna go for a quick shower before we all head out.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Okay, see you in a few babe.

(Laurel turned away from Annie and walked down the long corridor. Annie pushed herself off of the crate and began walking the opposite way. She navigated the halls of the Ohio Expo Center with her eyes affixed to the tag team championship that she held in her hands. The cameraman continued to follow her through the halls. Suddenly Annie comes to a stop as she bumps into the chest of an unknown man. She looks up as the cameraman pans his camera along with the movement of her head. Chris Madison stood before her with his arms folded over one another, Tommy Knox peered over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin.)

Annie Zellor: So sorry guys! Didn't see ya standing there. Kinda got myself distracted...

(Without warning Madison throws a stiff forearm shot that knocks the tag team champion back a few steps. Caught completely off guard, Annie found herself unable to defend herself. Madison charged and dropped Annie with a running Yakuza kick. Annie pushed up to her hands and knees but it quickly became a two on one. Knox and Madison stomped away viciously at the lovable tag team champion. Their eyes lit up with every sole of their boots that connected. Annie flattened out and Madison dropped down to his knees. He held her arm above her head and began to repeatedly drive his knee downwards into her exposed ribs. Each strike creating a nauseating thud. Madison stood up allowing for Knox to lift Annie up to her feet. His hand clutched as her throat as he pushed her against the concrete walls. Madison reached down to the ground and picked up the FGA World Tag Team Championship that Annie had dropped. Madison draped it over his shoulder and walked up to Annie as she struggled for air.)

Chris Madison: Distractions will cost you...We're coming for these straps whether the brass around here likes it or not!

(Knox releases Annie and she quickly collapses down to her knees. She presses her hands against the side that Madison had targeted with his knee strikes. Madison hands Knox the tag team championship. He holds it out in front of him and looks down at the title before dropping it down to her feet.)

Tommy Knox: Ya know, you should really take better care of that belt. Wouldn't want it falling into the wrong hands, now would we?

(Knox and Madison share a laugh as they walk off. The cameraman pans from their backs down to Annie as sits upright against the wall with one hand pressed against her jaw and the other against her ribs. The scene fades out as the typically light hearted Anne Zellor struggles getting up from her seated position.)

[FGA Office]

After the main event between Dan Herrera and Chandler Scott has long since ended, we see Spencer Burke in the ring, standing next to something that currently has a red cover over it. The item looks to be about near Spencer’s height, but we doubt it’s just one item in there. The always professional Burke begins to speak, the audience keeping calm throughout the entire thing.

Spencer Burke: The Frontier Lion’s Cup’s fate this year was decided two weeks ago in Miami, Florida as we watched eight of FGA’s finest grapplers fight for this prestigious prize. But, in the end, only one person walked away with the win under their belt and tonight, we will present them with their own Frontier Lion’s Cup.

The Columbus audience applauds this.

Spencer Burke: Now, allow me to introduce to you this year’s special presenter. He is a former FGA Heavyweight champion, the winner of the 2013 Frontier Lion’s Cup, and Ohio native...SEAN SANDS!

The audience explodes in cheers as “Burn Brighter” by Lansdowne begins to blare throughout the arena. Stepping through the curtains is none other than the aforementioned Sean Sands, dressed in his regular business casual wear (a black blazer with a white tee underneath and black jeans) and a smirk on his face. He looks out at the audience who are cheering and lightly chanting his name and can’t help but chuckle before he begins making his way down to the ring. Sands slaps hands with some of the fans ringside before beginning his ascension up the steel steps and quickly entering the ring. He looks at the covered up trophy and the stand that probably is making it look so large and nods his head before heading towards Spencer Burke. The two shake hands and talk for a few seconds before Spencer hands Sean the mic and exits the ring. The former FGA Heavyweight champion then turns back to the audience spreading out his free arm.

Sean Sands: You know you’re in Columbus, Ohio when you hear that kind of reaction!

Cheap pop.

Sean Sands: Yeah, I missed you guys too. But tonight, I’m not here to say I’m returning, though it would be awesome if I did that, right?

Another huge round of cheers.

Sean Sands: No, not tonight. Tonight needs to be someone else’s show. Tonight’s show has to end for someone with a celebration of their huge victory. Allow me to go down memory lane for just a few seconds, folks. Now, you guys know I’m very familiar with the trophy that’s underneath these covers because I have one at home, shiny and all that good stuff. Winning this tournament does indeed change careers. In 2013, I walked into that tournament as the guy no one was giving a chance to win, to be honest with you. They all wanted to back Johnny Karma...for some reason, or they thought Johnny Blayze would prevail...for some reason. They thought Chaths, Alexia Brandt, and even Wade Nolan could make that splash. And of course, the favorite was none other than the guy whose hometown we were wrestling at, Kevin Hardaway. But everyone knows what happened in that tournament.

Audience: K-Hard sucks! K-Hard sucks! K-Hard sucks!

Sean chuckles before looking over at one of the cameras, microphone away from him, and mouths the words “they need to stop telling the truth”. Slowly, he turns his attention back to the audience and brings the microphone back up close to his mouth.

Sean Sands: Everyone knows that I defeated Johnny Blayze, I defeated Kevin Hardaway, and I defeated Chaths to become the winner of the older version of that trophy that’s right behind me. I overcame the odds and to be honest, so did this year’s winner. This year’s winner had her challenges in this tourney just like I did last year and showed everyone that at the end of the night, she was the only who walked away with three wins and zero losses. And now she gets her shot at Jimmy Page for the FGA World championship, which she deserves. And I can already tell you that’s going to be a match you wanna watch because you get to see an underdog take on that almost impossible to beat talent. Almost like deja vu.

Small “Cordy” chant breaks out and Sean nods his head.

Sean Sands: Now, without further ado, please allow me to introduce to you the 2014 Frontier Lion’s Cup....CORDY STEVENSON!

The lights in the arena dim down a bit and take on a purplish hue as the opening to Chris Brown's "Fine China" begins to blare through the speakers. The crowd gives a loud pop as the 2014 Frontier Lion's Cup winner Cordelia Stevenson slowly makes her way out onto the ramp. Not scheduled to compete, she's dressed in her street clothes; a pair of black jeans, a custom purple on black "Success Never Looked So Good" T-shirt and a black Sex Sells snapback. Cordy stops atop the ramp for a brief second, her head swiveling from side to side as she surveys the receptive crowd with a radiant smile.

Finally she starts her trek towards the ring, slapping hands with numerous fans along the way. She makes her way up the steps and walks along the apron, tossing her hat into the crowd before entering the ring in her usual teasingly slow fashion, drawing catcalls from the men and even some women in attendance. She chuckles at the response she gets and turns her attention towards the center of the ring where former FGA Champion Sean Sands stands applauding her. Cordelia graciously walks up to him, humbly bowing her head and offering her hand for a handshake. Sean shakes her hand and then whispers something to her before patting her on the back and nodding at her with a smile. Her music finally begins to die down as the crowd starts up another "Cordy" chant that causes her to break into a wide grin.

Sean Sands: Listen to this audience. Wow. Alright, I think I’ve done enough talking for now. Let’s take a look at this trophy, shall we?

Sands sets the microphone down onto the ground before moving over and cleanly pulling off the covers, revealing a decently sized golden trophy, similar to the one from last year except the year 2014 is engraved on it and so is Cordy’s name. Sean picks up the microphone as the audience cheers watching Cordy grab the Frontier Lion’s Cup and lift it up, holding it up for a few seconds with a big smile on her face. She sets the trophy back down on its little pedestal before she looks over at Sean, who seems to have a bit more to say.

Sean Sands: I just have one more thing to say, Cordy, and then I’ll let you have the floor. You’re going to be getting a match with Jimmy Page for winning this. You already know that, but here’s what I want to tell you. Jimmy Page is one sick, but talented bastard. I’ve had the opportunity to be in the ring with him twice and both times, he has dropped me on my ass. Jimmy Page is basically...he’s your Chris Q. He might be better than Chris Q. I know he doesn’t give a shit but he has earned my respect for what he’s able to do inside of that ring. But I know that if I was a betting man, I’d put my money on you.

Big pop from the audience.

Sean Sands: Because I think if anyone can defeat Jimmy Page, it’s Cordy Stevenson. Because I know that Cordy Stevenson is one of the best wrestlers to grace an FGA ring. So I wish you luck. Page is going to be one hard guy to beat, but I think you’ve got a good portion of the FGA universe pulling for you. And once more, congratulations on winning this trophy. May you do more with it than I did.

With that, Sands hands the mic over to Cordy before shaking her hand once more. Cordy graciously nods her head and mouths the words ‘thank you’ to him as he proceeds to make his exit from the ring, waving at the audience as he does so. With Cordy alone in the ring, once again chants of her name erupt from the raucous Columbus crowd. Cordelia raises the mic to her mouth in an attempt to speak but the ovation grows ever louder. She chuckles and shakes her head from side to side, enjoying every last second of it.

Cordelia Stevenson: Wow guys. I must say that I am definitely feeling the love here in Columbus!

City namedrop pop in full effect. Cordy paces around the ring as she waits for it to die down a bit, and finds her self standing directly in front of the Lion’s Cup. She looks at it in a humbled admiration.

Cordelia Stevenson: This still feels so surreal to me, you know? And it’s felt surreal ever since I made my way down to that ring in the James L. Knight center for the finals and realized that it was going to be me and my sister, Cyncity, battling it out for this very cup.

Chants of Cyncity break out at the mentioning of her name. Cordy waves her arms as she paces around the ring, frantically urging the fans on in their chant, before breaking into a cheerful giggle.

Cordelia Stevenson: Now, I love a good fairy tale just like anyone else but I also know that life rarely plays out like one; but Above and Beyond III? That was definitely one of those rare occurrences, and I couldn’t have imagined it playing out on a bigger stage or with more at stake than there was on that night. I think that as competitors, we all have dream matches that we would love to have one day and that match against Cyn was definitely a dream match come true. That moment -- OUR moment in Miami, and the magnitude of it for me on a personal level, it's kind of left me floating around in this haze of disbelief so to speak; as if it were all a dream. Yes, the congratulations have come pouring in from my peers and you amazing fans, but I really don't think this has all registered with me until now. Until this very second. Because as I stand here looking at this gorgeous cup, and as I stand here in front of you amazing people, I realize that THIS is VERY real and my match with Jimmy Page on October 18th at Capital Combat for the FGA World Championship is VERY REAL.

The crowd erupts at the mentioning of the match. Cordelia saunters confidently around the ring, running a hand through her hair, a sly smile creeping across her face.

Cordelia Stevenson: You see, I appreciate every single word that Sean Sands said while he was out here. I appreciate that showing of support because he understands where I'm at right now. He can relate to the position I've found myself in, because just last year he was in the very same position. He knows exactly what this--

She points back to the cup.

Cordelia Stevenson: represents; and he knows of the golden opportunity that it presents. Last year Sean Sands made the most of that opportunity... and this year I intend on doing the same exact thing.

The comment is met with yet another pop from the crowd.

Cordelia Stevenson: I am honored to stand here before you all as the 2014 Lion Cup winner. I am proud to be the Lioness of the Frontier. I look at this cup and I can't help but to feel a great sense of pride. I think of my path to this point, the stiff competition I had to overcome in Miami; it damn sure wasn't easy, but I know that this is only the beginning. I think of the two others that have come before me; the two that have had the distinct honor and pleasure of calling themselves the Frontier Lion's Cup winner and I realize that I have earned my place amongst an elite few. But the road doesn't stop here, no, not for Cordelia Stevenson. Winning this cup was a journey within itself, but it only marks the beginning of the journey onward. I've but only stepped onto the right path, and it is one that leads directly to Jimmy Page and that FGA World Championship.

She lets out a low chuckle and shakes her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: Sean Sands didn't have to tell me that Jimmy Page is a talented bastard. I know he is. You don't get to be where Jimmy Page is without an incredible degree of talent. Not too long ago in that 8 person tag match in Salem, I got to see firsthand just what Jimmy was capable of, and believe me... I know what I'm up against. But I don't think Jimmy understands what he'll be up against at Capital Combat. I mean, you all heard how he spoke about me leading up to that match, right? So dismissive and disrespectful, it was almost as if I weren't even a blip on his radar. Well, I can't help but wonder...

A devious smirk makes its way onto her face.

Cordelia Stevenson: Do you notice me now, Jimmy?

She takes a menacing step towards the camera and looks as if she's about to say something else, when all of a sudden---”Born of a Broken Man” by Rage Against The Machines plays. The fans begin to boo almost simultaneously when the track begins. Cordelia’s attention quickly shift towards the entrance ramp, as she defensively takes a step back, getting into a readied stance for confrontation. Out comes Jimmy Page, dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and his black boots. Around his waist, the FGA World Championship, but in his right hand...a bouquet of purple flowers. Page walks slowly to the ring, eyes down, not making eye contact; Ignoring the raging fans as they boo him. Cordelia’s head tilts in curiosity as she notices that he has not come out empty handed. He climbs onto the apron, gets into the ring and walks past the Frontier Lions Cup winner and asking for a microphone. He takes it and keeps his eyes down, almost as if he’s forbidden to do so.

Jimmy Page: I know, you must think I don’t take you seriously. I know, you must think I’m some kind of...bastard the way I spoke to you on Twitter after my title defense against Dom Harter at Above and Beyond III.

He pauses for a moment, stroking his beard as he plots out his next words carefully.

Jimmy Page: When you came down after my win...I was awestruck. Y’know something inside of me...kicked in, and it was rare. I FELT something when I gazed upon you, I felt something strong and it--

Jimmy stops mid-sentence and fumbles the bouquet of, what now looks like tulips. He hands them over to Cordy with a meek expression.

Jimmy Page: I got them for you, I got’em, uhm…I got’em overnight. When you said you liked them I went almost anywhere to find those. They might not be from a floral garden, but I hope Wal-Mart brand flowers are fine.

The fans are almost silence, murmuring amongst themselves, not knowing what Page is up to. He keeps his hand out, and his eyes down as he continues to keep silent until she takes them. Cordy glances down at the flowers wearily, and then raises her gaze back to the World champion, unsure of what to make of it all. She then glances back towards the flowers as the fans begin to come alive, in an attempt to warn her not to do it. Reluctantly, she takes the flowers from him; her eyes instantly darting back to him as a precaution. She then takes a step back, creating a bit of distance between them.

Cordelia Stevenson: Well, I certainly can’t say that I’m surprised to see you out here, Page; hell a part of me almost expected it. But this -- these?

She gestures with the flowers.

Cordelia Stevenson: These are unexpected.

She studies him for a second, still on guard and ready to react; not at all trusting the man in front of her. His reputation isn’t lost on her at all.

Cordelia Stevenson: But… thank you.

Her eyes narrow a bit as the words escape her lips.

Jimmy Page: No, thank you. Y-y-you just don’t know how much it means to me that you’d accept that. I’m not use to having this feeling, i-it’s kind of growing on it’s on…? Almost as if I were MEANT to do this. As if this is destiny, as if the stars were aligned on this very day--this moment...this moment...I’ll never forget. Just like how I’ll never forget…

His eyes slowly wander up towards her, almost a look of pure bliss painted on his gruff face. He smiles, his eyes scanning her up and down, almost as if a sick fantasy ran through his already scrambled mind.

Jimmy Page: The moment I laid my eyes upon you. Girls, come and go; But you are a lady, a beautiful, seductive, lady. And this feeling, this deep, lustful feeling, this carnal desire--it’s going to come out.

He takes a step forward, cautiously, looking at her with an unfamiliar happy expression.

Jimmy Page: You did this to me, and...I LOVE you for it.

The fans are almost confused, some booing the others telling Cordy this is a trick. Page looks at them, and holds his hand out towards them, holding the microphone down and shouting towards her, “They don’t know! They don’t know how I feel, but you do! Please!” He shouts at her, holding his hand out towards her, almost pleading with this gorgeous female to take his hand so he could be her fairytale prince in this deluded little dream inside his head. Cordelia’s face becomes a mask of uneasiness as his hand draws nearer to her. It’s clear that the champion’s display has thrown her for a loop. She looks at his hand, almost as if she’s expecting it to grow three heads before she takes a step back away from him and shakes her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: No, Jimmy. I know exactly what you’re trying to do, with this little act of yours, but it’s not going to work. You’re trying to get me to lower my guard. I know the type of person you are. You’re a predator, and I know that you see me as nothing but prey. You’re just waiting for your moment to strike. Is this your way of trying to open that window of opportunity?

She hesitantly takes a step towards him now, her eyes keying in on his.

Cordelia Stevenson: Flowers aren’t going to be able to save you, Jimmy. Flowers won’t be able to keep that--

She glances down and points at the World title wrapped around his waist.

Cordelia Stevenson: around your waist. You say I make you feel something now? Well just wait until Capital Combat love… when I make you feel nothing but disappointment as I become the NEW … FGA… WORLD CHAMPION!

The fans erupt at her declaration. This look of heartbreak poured over Jimmy’s face. Jimmy looks at her, and then looks down at the ground, his eyes scanning the canvas, almost as if searching for a logical explanation of his failure to win her over. Jimmy lowers his hand and raises the microphone.

Jimmy Page: What are you saying right now? Don’t you understand, I--it’s okay. Y-you just need time and I’m willing to give you that. You just need the time to understand that you DO...love me.

Page grasps the microphone in both hands as he comes a bit closer, his eyes giving off that usual wild shine now.

Jimmy Page: This belt, which is mine and mine alone, along with YOU...will be MINE...and MINE…alone. You just need space, time to think, okay, I’m sorry for rushing you. I’m sorry please, uhm, please think about it. I--

He fumbles about, almost like a teenager during his first time finding love. He suddenly forms a sheepish smile and tilts his head a bit at her.

Jimmy Page: I’m glad.

With those words, he places the microphone down at her feet, looks back at her, and then makes his leave. Allowing her to celebrate her past victory and hopefully think over her answer next time. Cordelia watches him as he walks away, making sure that he doesn’t double back to try anything. A look of sheer confusion is etched onto her face as she tries to process his words as she watches him disappear behind the curtain. Looking at the flowers in her hands and shaking her head; she walks back over towards the Lions Cup, hoisting it into the air as “Fine China” begins to blare throughout the arena.