Capital Combat

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

“Burn Brighter” by Landsdowne begins to play as the audience begins to cheer. Sean Sands steps out from behind the curtain, a sour look on his face. He’s dressed in street clothes, obviously not competing tonight, and begins making a beeline for the ring, not wanting to waste a second by talking to the fans or even high fiving them. Sean makes it ringside and quickly hops on the apron before entering the ring and walking over to Manny Cruz, who hands him the microphone. Sands then turns to the entrance way and focuses only on that area.

Sean Sands: I think it’s time we get some explanations, Bond. Two weeks ago, you left me beaten and battered backstage and two weeks before that, you laid me out in the center of the ring. So now that I’ve finally gotten the chance...I’m calling you out, Chris. Bring your ass to this ring and tell me exactly why you’ve decided to lose the spine you once had.

A silence falls. Sands stands waiting, not so patiently in the center of the ring. After what seems like an eternity, finally "You Know My Name" starts up. And out walks the two-time PRIDE Champion, Chris Bond. He's wearing street clothes and actually looks like he's in really good shape. He walks up the ring stairs to a very mixed reaction, and upon entering the ring, completely disrespects Sean by ignoring him. Bond doesn't even make eye contact. He walks around the former FGA Heavyweight Champion and requests a microphone. As his music dies down, the growing excitement in the crowd begins building at an alarming rate.

Chris Bond: You're really something, you know that Sands? Demanding I come out here and answer you. Like I owe you some sort of explanation?

Sands is clearly agitated, and interrupts Bond rather quickly.

Sean Sands: You do owe me an explanation! I haven't done a damn thing to you, Bond. So what gives?

Bond glares at him, his smokey-blue eyes narrowing and staring holes through the only man to dethrone Chris Q single handedly.

Chris Bond: You think you're innocent Sands? You did exactly what Chris Q predicted. When the going got tough, you took your ball and went home. You proved to everyone; these people included, they're just too damn stupid to admit it. You proved to everyone that you're what's wrong with this industry. You come out, blazing hot. You defeat three strong competitors; and then you go on and defeat Chris Q, the most dominant competitor to ever step foot between these ropes. That's a feat I couldn't accomplish on two separate occasions, Sean! And you did it spectacularly! You made a bunch of us so proud Sean. You were christened the future of this industry that night.

Bond's eyes are fill with pride for a moment... but it quickly fades.

Chris Bond: But then you choked, Sean. You dropped the ball five fucking minutes after you were passed it. And not only that, but after Q started to actually take you serious, you took your ball, went home, and moved. You left the FGA and sought greener, smaller pastures. Pastures where the competition wasn't so tight.

A snarl forms across Bond's face; Sands stands there, his fists clenched in fists of rage as Bond continues to belittle him. The crowd's distaste grows.

Chris Bond: You proved that very moment that you weren't the future of this sport; you were what's wrong with this sport! I have spent years in and out of venues where we didn't know if the lights would stay on for the duration of our matches. I've been bloodied, bruised, broken, and beaten. I've had my highlights and I've been face down in a gutter, but I have never... NOT ONE FUCKING TIME ever left this business in a state of disgrace like you did. But that's even the worst part, Sean.

Sands looks at Bond with complete contempt; Bond just smirks.

Chris Bond: The worst part is when you came back and you said you just had to find yourself... these people bought it. They bought your lies of insecurity and disappointment and welcomed you back with open arms and fanfare fit for a conquering hero. You're no hero, Sean! You're a goddamn fraud! These people are just too stupid and bullheaded to admit that you're what's slowly killing this industry. So no, when I saw the reaction you got I didn't take it all that well. I kind of lost it. How can someone who leaves when they have the opportunity to fight for their own fucking pride, the pride of the people they claim to defend with honor, how can they show their face again? How can they show their face again and let alone be cheered for it?

A large rumble of boos floats across the D.C. crowd.

Chris Bond: YOU MAKE ME SICK! You walk around like you deserve this place upon a pedestal in these hallowed halls and you deserve nothing. You don't even deserve to tear down this ring let alone step foot in it. You're no champion of the people, Sean. You're not even a man of these people. You're nothing more than a coward, Sean.

Sean finally interrupts Bond, not caring to hear anymore.

Sean Sands: Honestly, I'm just going to keep this short and sweet. FGA's 3rd anniversary is coming up and Bond vs Sands being on that card sounds like fucking money to me. In this ring, I'll make you eat your words. All you gotta do is agree to the match. That's it.

Sean Sands: If I’m such a coward, then surely you wouldn’t mind stepping into that ring and facing me?

Bond raises up a hand and stops Sands from talking anymore before speaking into his own microphone.

Chris Bond: FGA’s 3rd Anniversary Show...Bond vs Sands?

Sean nods his head.

Chris Bond: You’re on.

Bond and Sands both drop their mics and look close to tearing each other’s throats out...before Bond backs away and rolls out of the ring to boos from the audience. He backpedals to the backstage area as he stares down Sands, who stares right back at him.

[FGA Office]

Gauntlet Match
Mia Scott vs. Mirage vs. Camellia D. Magna vs. Tyson Pride vs. Sean Hunter vs. Johnny Raike vs. Noelle Smith

Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa featuring T-Pain, Juicy J, Snoop Dogg begins to play as Tyson makes his way out of the black screen as the fans begins to boo as Tyson comes out to the ring following him is Leticia Lopez and Juan Lopez as they makes their way to the ring as the fans begin to boo as they enter the ring as they taunt the fans as the fans boo while Tyson waits for the match to begin.

Cruz: The following contest is a Gauntlet Match. The match will start off with two grapplers. Eliminations can occur via pinfall, submission, disqualification or countout. After a grappler has been eliminated, another grappler will come down to the ring. The match will end when there is only one grappler remaining! And now, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Leticia and Juan Lopez. Now residing out of Kansas City, Missouri! Weighing in at 205 pounds! He is “The Second City Nightmare,” TYSON PRIDE!

Clement: Tonight, we kick off Capital Combat with this huge Gauntlet Match. The numbers for this match were drawn earlier today. Obviously Tyson Pride unfortunately drew number one. If he wants to win this match, he’s going to literally have to run the gauntlet and defeat six other grapplers.

Grayson: And who wouldn’t want to win this match? The winner will become the number one contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship!

“Right Here, Right Now” plays as Sean Hunter approaches the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: His opponent, now residing out of San Diego, California! Weighing in at 194 pounds! He is “The British Dragon,” SEAN HUNTER!

Clement: Sean Hunter was able to defeat Tyson Pride in their FGA debut just two weeks ago. Can Hunter repeat his success from that match here?

Grayson: If he wants any chance at a title shot, he better...

The bell sounds as Hunter and Pride start things out by walking towards the center of the ring. After an exchange of words, the two decide to exchange punches. The crowd cheers as both men go back and forth. But the cheers turn to boos as Pride gains the upperhand. He then takes Hunter and whips him into the ropes. But Hunter uses the momentum to go for a handspring into a cartwheel. After Hunter hops up onto Pride’s shoulders, Pride counters by throwing him down with a spin out powerbomb.

Clement: What a move by Tyson Pride!

Grayson: I don’t know what Sean Hunter was going for, but Pride stopped it before he could even pull it off!

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Hunter gets his shoulder up.

Pride picks up Hunter, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of forearm strikes to the face. He then takes Hunter and whips him into the opposite corner. Pride then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline. As Hunter stumbles from out of the corner, Pride runs into an opposite set of ropes. When Pride comes back, he takes Hunter down with a diving bulldog to boos from the crowd. He turns Hunter over and makes the cover.

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Hunter kicks out.

Clement: Pride’s showing a lot of aggression early in this one.

Grayson: Pride vividly remembers being defeated by Hunter in his FGA debut. Not only does he want to get a little payback, but he wants to finish this off as quickly as possible. With Pride being the first got in the ring, he’s got a long night ahead of him.

Pride picks up Hunter and goes for a vertical suplex. But Hunter slips down from behind and goes for a german suplex. But Pride blocks, elbows Hunter in the face, performs a standing switch and then yanks down Hunter from behind. After hooking both of Hunter’s legs, Pride delivers a wheelbarrow suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

Clement: The back of Hunter’s head smacked hard against the canvas! He may have been knocked out from that move...

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Hunter gets his shoulder up.

Pride picks up Hunter, delivers an inverted atomic drop and then follows up with a roundhouse kick. After Hunter gets knocked down to one knee, Pride runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Hunter quickly stands back up and counters with a dropsault.

Clement: And just like that, Hunter comes back with a perfectly-timed dropsault. He caught him right on the chin there…

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Pride kicks out.

Hunter picks up Pride and goes for an irish whip. But Pride reverses, sending Hunter into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, he slides through Pride’s legs. When Pride turns around, Hunter gets up and delivers a series of alternating shoot kicks to the legs. After a spinning back kick to the midsection, Hunter snapmares Pride over and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. He makes the cover.

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Pride kicks out.

Clement: Hunter’s starting to build a little momentum now.

Grayson: Yep, and we also seem him beginning to go at the same quick pace that Pride was fighting at before. The sooner one of these men eliminates the other, the sooner they can advance in this match.

Hunter picks up Pride and goes for an irish whip. But Pride reverses, sending Hunter into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, he takes Pride down with a diving headscissors, sending Pride rolling to the outside.

Clement: What could Hunter be setting up here?

As Pride gets back up to his feet, Hunter runs into the ropes. When Pride turns around, Hunter knocks him down with a tope con hilo to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: What a maneuver that was! Hunter takes out Pride with the Tope Con Hilo. Hunter’s got Pride reeling now.

Grayson: And there’s nothing that Leticia or Juan can do. If they get involved, Pride’s night is over.

Hunter picks up Pride and rolls him back into the ring. After Hunter climbs back up onto the apron, he walks over towards the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. Once Hunter reaches the top, Pride runs over and knocks Hunter’s legs out from under him.

Grayson: That’s got to hurt!

After Hunter winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle, Pride scales the ropes until he reaches the top. He then goes for a hurricanrana. But Hunter counters by throwing Pride down with a seated powerbomb.

Clement: What a counter by Sean Hunter!

Grayson: Did you hear that impact? Pride may have just had the wind knocked out of him!

As Pride slowly rolls away from the corner, Hunter stands back up, flips off and connects with the Flying Dragon to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: That’s got to be it right there...

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Cruz: Tyson Pride has been eliminated.

Camellia D. Magna races down to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Tyson Pride once again falls to Sean Hunter. But now here comes Camellia D. Magna.

Grayson: You just know she would love a shot at that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship...

After Cami slides into the ring, the bell sounds as Hunter greets her with a side headlock. But after a series of forearms to the ribs, Cami shoves Hunter off of her and into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, he knocks down Cami with a running shoulder block. He then runs into the ropes as Cami gets back up to her feet. When Hunter comes back, Cami leap frogs over him. Hunter then continues to run into the ropes. When Hunter comes back, Cami goes for a hip toss. But Hunter blocks it. So Cami punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping her leg across the back of Hunter’s neck, Cami performs a backflip. Once she lands on her feet, Hunter hoists her up and delivers the Fae Plant. He makes the cover.

Clement: Pop up Ace Crusher. That could be it right there...

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Hunter picks up Cami, moves her into the ropes and unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes Cami and whips her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Hunter goes for a spinning heel kick. But Cami ducks and rolls underneath.

Clement: Nobody home there as Cami wisely got out of the way....

As Hunter gets back up to his feet, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she takes Hunter down with a diving hurricarana to cheers from the crowd. As Hunter gets back up, Cami runs over to attack. Hunter then dips his shoulder and dumps her over the top rope. But Cami lands on her feet. When Hunter turns around, Cami nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She follows up with a sunset flip.

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Hunter gets his shoulder up.

Cami picks up Hunter and goes for an irish whip. But Hunter reverses, sending Cami into the corner. Hunter then runs across the ring and goes for a corner forearm smash. But Cami moves out of the way as Hunter connects with nothing but the top turnbuckle.

Clement: Hunter missed!

Grayson: Yeah and he may have hurt his arm, too...

As Hunter stumbles back, Cami steps through the ropes, springboards to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying cross body.

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Hunter gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Cami nearly eliminated Hunter there with that cross body off the top.

Cami picks up Hunter and goes for an irish whip. But Hunter reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Cami comes back, she knocks Hunter down with a jumping calf kick to cheers from the crowd. Hunter gets back up, but Cami knocks him down with a dropkick. Hunter gets back up, but Cami sends him flipping down to the canvas with a step-up enzuigiri. As Hunter slowly gets back up, Cami runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with the Crown of Thorns to cheers from the crowd. After stepping out onto the apron, she impatiently waits for Hunter to get up. Once Hunter gets back to his feet and turns around, Cami springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and connects with the Snapdragon Fire.

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Cruz: Sean Hunter has been eliminated.

Clement: Just like that, Sean Hunter’s not is over.

Johnny raike makes his way to the ring to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: And here comes a man that has a score to settle of his own. Just like Tyson Pride wanted to get back at Sean Hunter, Johnny Raike is looking to even the odds with the southern belle…

As soon as Raike climbs up onto the apron, he’s met with a shoulder thrust through the ropes from Cami. Cami then goes for a suplex back into the ring. But Raike slips down from behind and counters with a lungblower. The crowd boos as Raike makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Cami didn’t waste any time going after Raike.

Grayson: Exactly. Raike would’ve done the same thing...

Raike picks up Cami, storms into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cami around, Raike unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then takes Cami and whips her into the opposite corner. After sizing her up, Raike runs across the ring and connects with a yakuza kick that echoes throughout the arena.

Clement: Good God, did you hear that kick?

Grayson: I’m surprise her whole face wasn’t kicked off.

Raike grabs Cami by the hair, leads her out of the corner and then drops her with an Ace Cutter. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Raike picks up Cami, brings her back into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cami around, Raike pummels her down in the corner with several punches to the face. He then springboards and goes for a rope assisted dropkick. But Cami rolls out of the way to the outside. She then quickly grabs Raike by the legs and yanks him crotch-first into the ring post to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: HELLO!

Clement: Raike is going to be hitting all the high notes tonight after that one!

After Cami rolls back into the ring, she drags Raike from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Raike gets his shoulder up.

Cami picks up Raike and goes for an irish whip. But Raike reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Raike bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cami counters with a facebuster to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Raike telegraphed that move and Cami made him pay for it.

Grayson: But can she follow up?

While Raike is down, Cami steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once Raike gets up and turns around, Cami leaps off and goes for the Snapdragon Fire. But Raike counters with a powerbomb to boos from the crowd. Raike then picks up Cami, hooks her arms and delivers a double underhook suplex. He makes the cover.

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Cami gets her shoulder up.

Grayson: I thought Raike would have had her beat after that powerbomb. The suplex should’ve sealed it.

Clement: Well if there’s one thing we know about Cami, it’s that she’s resilient. We saw what she went through late last year and parts of this year with Thaddeus Grey. She was tough enough to survive than, then she can survive almost anything.

Raike picks Cami back up, lifts her up and plants her with the Full Frontal. He makes the cover.

Grayson: Well, I highly doubt she survives that...

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Cruz: Camellia D. Magna has been eliminated.

Mia Scott makes her way to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Camellia D. Magna is now out of here. But here comes Mia Scott.

Grayson: Mia’s coming off one of the upsets of the year when she defeated Kevin Hardaway. But will that luck carry over into this match?

When Mia gets in the ring, Raike immediately runs over and takes her down with a jumping leg lariat to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Mia kicks out.

Clement: Raike wasted no time going after Mia Scott.

Grayson: She’s clearly the fresher of the two. Why bother giving her even more of an advantage when you can go right after her>

Raike picks up Mia and goes for an irish whip. But Mia reverses, sending Raike into the ropes. When Raike comes back, he goes for a sunset flip. But Mia rolls through it and counters with a roundhouse kick to the head.

Clement: What a kick to the head!

Grayson: That might have knocked Raike out cold...

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Raike gets his shoulder up.

After picking up Raike and moving him into the corner, Mia delivers a series of Thai Knees to the torso. She then takes Raike and goes for an irish whip. But Raike reverses, sending Mia into the corner. Raike then runs across the ring. But Mia nails him with an elbow to the face. She then quickly grabs Raike and delivers a reverse STO into the turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Mia just drove him face-first right into that turnbuckle! Could that be enough for three…?

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Raike gets his shoulder up.

Mia picks up Raike, connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection and follows up with a rolling cross armbreaker.

Clement: The cross armbreaker! She’s got the submission applied!

Grayson: But look, Raike is blocking it! She doesn’t have it fully locked in!

Mia tries to hyper-extend the arm. But Raike keeps his hands locked together. He then turns over, gets up to his feet, hoists Mia up from off the canvas and throws her down, breaking the hold.

Clement: What a counter that was by Raike!

Grayson: It’s a good thing he was able to block that move or else his arm would be in two right now.

After Raike stumbles back into the corner, he tries to shake off the pain in his arm. As Mia gets up and turns around, Raike goes for a superkick out of the corner. But Mia catches his foot. After turning Raike away from her, Mia grabs him from behind and delivers an inverted DDT across her knee. She brings Raike back up, turns him around and plants him with the Future Shock to cheers from the crowd. Mia picks Raike, delivers another spinning back kick to the midsection and follows up with the Circle Line to cheers from the crowd.

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Cruz: Johnny Raike has been eliminated

Clement: Raike’s out of here, Evan!

Grayson: But look at this...

Noelle Smith makes her way to the ring to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Noelle Smith is walking into a great situation. She’s one of the last entrants in this match. If she’s somehow to make it past two more grapplers, she will have earned a title shot in her FGA debut.

Grayson: The only thing better than earning a title shot in your debut would be winning a title in your debut.

After Noelle gets in the ring, she and Mia shakes hands before circling the ring.

Clement: Well how about that? A little show of respect there shown between both grapplers.

Grayson: More like a show of stupidity. There’s a title shot on the line. If I were Mia or if I were Noelle, I would have dropped the other with a short-arm clothesline.

The two size each other up before locking up. Noelle quickly places Mia in a side headlock. She then brings Mia to the mat with a side headlock takeover. The ref asks Mia if she wants to give up, but she declines. She then reaches up with her legs and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Noelle is able to escape with a kip up.

As Mia scrambles to get back to her feet, Noelle places her in another side headlock. But Mia shoves Noelle off of her and into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, she slides through Mia’s legs. When Mia turns around, Noelle runs over for an attack. But Mia throws her down with a belly to belly suplex. She makes the cover.

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Noelle kicks out.

Mia picks up Noelle, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of Thai Knees. She then takes Noelle and whips her into the opposite corner. Mia then runs across the ring, but Noelle goes for a boot to the face. However Mia is able to catches her foot. She then drags Noelle from out of the corner. But Noelle is quick to counters with an enzuigiri that sends Mia flipping down to the canvas. She makes the cover.

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Mia kicks out.

Clement: Both grapplers appear to be evenly matched thus far.

Grayson: Stylistically, they couldn’t be much different. Mia’s got that ground/MMA-based offense while Noelle likes to push the past with that cruiserweight or junior heavyweight style. But right now, neither grappler has been able to really take control.

Noelle picks up Mia and goes for an irish whip. But Mia reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Mia delivers a northern lights suplex.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Mia picks up Noelle and delivers a snap suplex. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Another near fall for Mia Scott. This Noelle Smith is showing some toughness here.

Grayson: If she wins this match, she’s got a guaranteed title shot. She becomes the #1 contender for a title in her debut. You bet she’s showing some toughness. Opportunities like this do come along everyday.

Mia picks up Noelle, grabs her from behind and goes for a german suplex. But Noelle flips over Mia and lands on her feet. She then runs into the ropes as Mia gets back up to her feet. When Noelle comes back, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Mia down to the mat. Mia gets up, but Noelle knocks her down with a dropkick. Mia gets back up. But Noelle knocks her back down with another dropkick. When Mia gets back up, Noelle goes for another dropkick. But Mia side steps and swats her down. As Noelle gets up, Mia runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Noelle bridges back, evading the attack.

Grayson: Woah, did you see that?

When Mia turns around, Noelle bridges back up and follows up with a Pele Kick. She makes the cover.

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Mia kicks out.

After picking up Mia and moving her against the ropes, Noelle unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. She then takes Mia and goes for an irish whip. But Mia reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Mia throws her down with an STO. She makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Mia picks up Noelle and goes for an irish whip. But Noelle reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Noelle delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling her over. She then connects with a kick to the face that stands Mia up. Noelle follows up with a roundhouse kick followed by a reverse roundhouse kick that knocks Mia down.

Clement: Those kicks really did a number on Mia as it looks like she doesn’t even know where she is right now.

Grayson: I’m surprised those kicks didn’t knock her right out.

Noelle picks up Mia and brings her into the corner. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Noelle delivers the Beauty Mark to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Cruz: Mia Scott has been eliminated.

Clement: Noelle’s done it! She got past Mia Scott!

Grayson: But we’ve got one entrant left...

The crowd boos as Mirage storms down to the ring.

Clement: And it’s no surprise who this is as Mirage makes his way to the ring.

Grayson: Mirage has got the advantage. He’s the last man in. He’s also the freshest man. That battle between Mia and Noelle went a bit longer than either probably wanted. That fight probably took a bit out of Noelle. She better recover quick because Mirage is going to be quick to pounce on her.

Once Mirage gets in the ring, he stalks Noelle into the corner.

Clement: And look at Mirage going right after Noelle. He’s actually trapped Noelle in the corner!

Mirage lunges forward, but Noelle moves out of the way. When Mirage turns around, he turns into a series of forearm strikes to cheers from the crowd. Noelle then takes Mirage and goes for an irish whip. But Mirage reverses, sending Noelle into the opposite corner. Mirage then runs across the ring. But Noelle nails him with an elbow to the face. As Mirage stumbles back, Noelle springboards to the top turnbuckle. She goes for a moonsault. But Mirage dropkicks her out of mid air.

Clement: What a counter by Mirage!

Grayson: You couldn’t time a better counter than that!

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Mirage picks up Noelle and whips her into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Mirage throws out a roundhouse kick. But Noelle ducks and runs into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Mirage throws her down with a northern lights suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Mirage picks up Noelle and nails her with a European Uppercut that sends her stumbling into the ropes. But Noelle bounces off the ropes and comes back with a forearm strike. Mirage shakes off the blow and delivers another European Uppercut. Noelle stumbles into the ropes. But she bounces right back and connects with another forearm strike… and another… and another. While Mirage appears dazed, Noelle runs into the ropes. When she come back, Mirage knocks her down with a diving European Uppercut. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Noelle continues to show how tough she is. She wasn’t about to let Mirage walk all over her.

Grayson: Oh, Mirage is going to walk all over her whether Noelle allows it or not.

Mirage picks up Noelle, grabs her from the side and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Noelle rolls over Mirage’s shoulder, lands on her feet and quickly rolls him up.

Clement: Uh oh, this could be it right here!

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Mirage kicks out.

As both grapplers scramble to get back to a vertical base, Noelle beats him to the punch as she connects with an enzuigiri. She turns him over and makes the cover.

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Mirage gets his shoulder up.

Clement: So close, Evan...

Noelle picks up Mirage and goes for an irish whip. But Mirage reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, she goes to slide through Mirage’s legs. But Mirage reaches down and grabs her by the hair with both hands. He then slowly pulls her back up to her feet before turning in a circle. He then pulls Noelle off the ground and swings her in a circle before letting of of her hair. Noelle lands hard face-first on the canvas as the crowd boos.

Clement: Mirage just swing her around like a rag doll!

Grayson: He tossed her with reckless abandon, Kev.

As Noelle slowly gets up on one knee, Mirage runs over and connects with a roundhouse kick. He makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Noelle gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

As Mirage slowly picks her up, Noelle begins to deliver a series of rights and lefts to the midsection. But Mirage quickly stops her comeback with an inverted stomp facebreaker.

Clement: Foot right to the face!

Grayson: I’m sure that rattled her jaw.

While Noelle is down, Mirage gets back to his feet and runs into the ropes. After hopping onto the middle rope, he goes for a lionsault. But Noelle gets her knees up, causing Mirage to crash down across them.

Clement: Noelle counters the lionsault! She got her knees up!

Grayson: And Mirage looks to be hurt here.

As Mirage gets up, Noelle runs over and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. Mirage gets back up, but Noelle knocks him down with a running dropkick. As Mirage gets back up, Noelle knees him in the midsection, throws him down with a snapmare and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a front dropkick to the face. Noelle then gets up, grabs Mirage by the legs and flips over with a jackknife pin.

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Mirage bridges up, turns over and knees Noelle in the midsection. He then lifts Noelle up for a suplex. But Noelle slips down from behind and brings him down with an inverted DDT. She makes the cover.

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Mirage gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Another near fall for Noelle Smith. She’s this close, Evan.

Grayson: She’s been close to winning. But she can’t seem to figure out how to keep Mirage down for that extra second.

While Mirage is still down, Noelle steps through the ropes and points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers. So Noelle walks across the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles. But as she’s near the top, Mirage runs up the turnbuckles and connects with an enzuigiri, sending Noelle flipping off the top and landing back-first on the canvas.

Clement: The desperation move pays off for Mirage!

Mirage then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with The Vanishing Hitchhiker.

Grayson: Diving double foot stomp off the top, Kev!

As Mirage rolls off of Noelle, she can be seen curling up as she clutches her torso in pain. After Noelle slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, she turns around. But Noelle stumbles right into the Bloody Mary.

Clement: Mirage damn near spears him right in half! he floats over for the cover...

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THREE!

“(515)” plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MIRAGE!

The ref goes to raise Mirage’s arm. But Mirage quickly pulls his arm away from the ref.

Clement: Mirage does it! He survives the gauntlet and is now the #1 contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship.

Grayson: You know Chaz Holiday and Seth Lawless have been training for their upcoming title match. But you've got to figure that the both of them had their eyes glued on this match.

Clement: I’m sure the same will be said for Mirage, who will have his eyes glued to this upcoming title match. Whoever leaves that match as champion will have a date with Mirage. Ever since Danny Diamond transformed into Mirage, We’ve seen a much more dangerous, more more calculated side to him. That could spell bad news for whoever the Mid-Atlantic Champion is after tonight...

[FGA Office]

Saturday, November 1

Monroe Sports Center

Monroe, NJ

[FGA Office]

FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship Match
(c) Chaz Holiday vs. Seth Lawless

Seth Lawless steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After throwing on his sunglasses, he slowly walks down the ramp and avoids any interaction with the fans. Lawless then slides into the ring and waits for his opponent to come in.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds… SETH LAWLESS!

Clement: Seth Lawless unsuccessfully challenged Chaz Holiday roughly a month ago for this very championship. Then, two weeks ago, Chaz defeated Lawless in a six person tag match. Yet somehow, someway, Lawless has weaseled his way into another match with Chaz Holiday.

Grayson: The first title match was a fluke. In terms of the six person tag, it was Annie Zellor who delivered the knockout blow, not Chaz. If Chaz is the fighting champion he says he is, then he would’ve taken this match without a single complaint. But did that happen? No. Chaz knows that sooner or later, Lawless will get one over him. That time, Kev, may very well be tonight.

"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 Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 221 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… 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 has been the man that is synonymous with that championship. But is tonight the night that Chaz loses his championship?

Grayson: Chaz has a tendency to do things that he shouldn’t. He should’ve dropped out of the Dynamic Duos when his initial partner could no longer compete. He tried to wing it with Hadley and ended up knocked out of that tournament. He took an unnecessary risk by defending his title immediately after that match against Joshua Black. What happened, he lost. Despite what I said earlier, Chaz has gotten the better of Seth on two separate occasions. Chaz should have declined this match. I know I would. Will tonight see yet another costly error by the champ?

The bell sounds as both men race to the center of the ring. Lawless throws out a clothesline, but Chaz ducks. When Lawless turns around, Chaz nails him with a series of right hands. He then takes Lawless and goes for an irish whip. But Lawless reverses, sending Chaz into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. Chaz counters with a sunset flip. But, Lawless rolls through it and counters with a jackknife pin.

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Chaz bridges up, turns over and delivers a bridging northern lights suplex.

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Lawless gets his shoulder up.

Chaz picks up Lawless, brings him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Lawless and whips him into the opposite corner. Chaz then runs across the ring and goes for a flying forearm smash. But Lawless moves out of the way, causing Chaz to connect with nothing but the top turnbuckle. As Lawless then quickly rolls up Chaz from behind with a school boy.

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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Lawless tried to cheat Holiday out of his title by hooking the tights. But Holiday was able to kick out.

Grayson: He did it too earlier. Holiday is still full of energy. He should wait until later on in the match. After he’s worn Chaz down, then try to roll him up and hook the tights. I bet he won’t have the energy or the strength to kick out then.

Clement: So you’re advising Lawless to cheat?

Grayson: I’m advising Lawless to win by any means necessary...

Lawless picks up Chaz and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless goes for a back body drop. But Chaz slips down from behind. He then goes to follows up with a german suplex. But Lawless blocks, elbows Chaz in the face, performs a standing switch and follows up with a roll up.

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Lawless hooks the tights
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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Again, Lawless hooks the tights! But it’s to no avail!

As both men scramble to get up to their feet, they trade blows to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Lawless delivers a rake to the eyes. After a kick to the midsection, Lawless delivers a snap suplex. He then rolls over and hooks the leg.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Lawless picks up Chaz and connects with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Lawless then goes over, grabs Chaz and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless drops down to the canvas. Lawless then skips over and continues to run into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless gets up and goes for a hurricanrana. But Chaz counters with a sitout powerbomb to cheers from the crowd.

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Lawless gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Big counter there by Chaz, but Seth was able to get his shoulder up.

Chaz picks up Lawless and whips him into the ropes. Chaz then runs into the corner, but Lawless connects with an elbow to boos from the crowd. As Chaz stumbles back, Lawless runs from out of the corner and connects with a jumping calf kick. Chaz gets back up, but Lawless throws him down with a scoop slam. He follows up with a leg drop before rolling over and making the cover.

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Chaz kicks out.

Clement: Both of these men want to walk out of here with that title so bad. But looming in the shadows is “The Illusionist,” Mirage.

Grayson: Mirage has got to have those eyes of his glued to a monitor backstage. Whoever wins this match, they’ve got a date with the masked man.

Lawless picks up Chaz, brings him over towards the ropes and goes for a vertical suplex. But Chaz blocks the move. He then lifts up Lawless and throws him down across the top rope with a front suplex. Chaz then stumbles back, runs and connects with a high knee lift, sending Lawless off the top rope and falling to the floor.

Clement: Lawless with the hard fall to the floor...

Grayson: But it doesn’t look like Chaz is down just yet...

As Lawless gets up on the outside, Chaz runs into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, he connects with a plancha to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chaz knocks down Lawless with that big maneuver to the outside!

Chaz picks up Lawless and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing back up onto the apron, Chaz scales the turnbuckles. When Lawless gets up and turns around, Chaz leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick, sending Lawless stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Clement: Chaz connects with the high risk maneuver and sends Lawless back to the floor!

Grayson: it looks like Seth doesn’t know where he is or where Chaz is going to come from next.

As Lawless gets up on the outside, Chaz springboards onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Lawless slides back into the ring, causing Chaz to crash onto the floor to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: Nobody’s home!

Clement: Chaz just landed hard on the floor! Seth dove back into the ring at the last second, causing Chaz to crash to the floor! He might be hurt, Evan!

As Chaz struggles to get back up to his feet, Lawless steps back out onto the apron and connects with an asai moonsault.

Grayson: Lawless didn’t miss wit his moonsault, though!

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

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Lawless picks up Chaz, scoops him up from the side and delivers a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Lawless picks up Chaz and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless connects with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Third straight near fall for Seth Lawless. Chaz continues to get his shoulder up. But you’ve got to wonder how much he’s got left.

Grayson: His ribs might be broken. I’m surprised the man isn’t gasping for air after he missed with that moonsault to the outside. If Seth continues to grind Chaz down, the sparklebuddy will not be walking out with that title.

Lawless picks up Chaz and delivers a vertical suplex. He then steps through the ropes and scales the turnbuckles.

Clement: What’s he going for here?

As Chaz gets up and turns around, Lawless leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chaz with the spirit of a champion! he again gets his shoulder up!

Grayson: Right about now, Lawless may want to think about hooking those tights...

Lawless picks up Chaz and whips him into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless swings around him and applies a sleeper hold.

Grayson: … Or that will do!

Chaz tries to pull Lawless’ arm from off of him, but it’s to no avail. He then tries to reach out towards the ropes. But Lawless has him nowhere near the ropes.

Clement: Seth’s got Chaz right where he wants him in the center of the ring.

Grayson: It might be time for Chaz to go nighty night.

The ref asks Chaz if he wants to give up. But Chaz refuses to quit. So Lawless jumps up and wraps his legs around Chaz.

Grayson: There we go!

Clement: Seth’s now got the bodyscissors applied! he’s got the sleeper still locked on! How much longer can Chaz hold on?

The crowd continues to boo as Lawless tries his hardest to put Chaz to sleep.

Grayson: Look at his eyes, Kev! His eyelids must be feeling heavy right now. He looks like he’s about to drop!

In a last ditch effort, Chaz reaches up, grabs Lawless and delivers a sitout jawbreaker to cheers from the crowd. Lawless flies off Chaz before landing on his back. Chaz then slowly turns, crawls over and makes the cover.

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Lawless gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Chaz only gets two. But what an effort to break that hold. If he wasn’t able to escape, this match may have been over.

Grayson: it would have been over.

Chaz picks up Lawless and goes for an irish whip. But Lawless reverses, sending Chaz into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. But Chaz counters with a stiff kick to the face. As Lawless stumbles back, Chaz runs back into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, Lawless throws him down with a running STO. he makes the cover.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: What does Lawless have to do to keep that man down!?

Lawless picks up Chaz and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and connects with a clothesline. After stepping back, Lawless lifts up Chaz and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. He then climbs the ropes, reaches over, grabs Chaz and delivers a DDT off the top turnbuckle.

Clement: Avalanche DDT! He just planted Chaz head-first onto the canvas! That’s got to be it!

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THRE-NO!

Chaz gets his shoulder up as the crowd explodes in cheers. Lawless then turns and looks at the ref in shock as he places his hands on his head.

Grayson: I’m just as shocked as he is.

Lawless snaps out of his shocked state and picks Chaz back up. After placing Chaz in a headlock, Lawless goes for a running bulldog. But Chaz shoves Lawless off of him and into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, Chaz throws him down with a japanese arm drag. Lawless gets back up, but Chaz knocks him down with a running clothesline. Lawless gets back up, but Chaz runs over and knocks him down with a dropkick. Lawless gets back up, but Chaz kicks him in the midsection and follows up with a flatliner. He turns Lawless over and makes the cover.

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Lawless gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs after thinking that Chaz had the match won.

Chaz picks up Lawless and goes for an irish whip. But Lawless reverses, sending Chaz into the ropes. When Chaz comes back, he connects with a cross body block.

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Lawless gets his shoulder up.

Chaz picks up Lawless and goes for an irish whip. But Lawless reverses, sending Chaz into the corner. Lawless then runs across the ring, but Chaz connects with an elbow to the face. As Lawless stumbles back, Chaz turns and goes for a springboard back elbow. But Lawless counters with a German Suplex. He crawls over, turns Chaz over and makes the cover.

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Chaz gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Lawless caught Chaz in mid air and threw him down with a german. But Chaz STILL got his shoulder up!

Lawless picks up Chaz and goes for an irish whip. But Chaz reverses, sending Lawless into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, Chaz delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Lawless is doubled over, Chaz leaps up for The Party Starter. But Lawless moves out of the way. He then hops up onto Chaz’s shoulders and tries to go for a victory roll. But Chaz counters with an electric chair facebuster.

As Lawless rolls over onto his back, Chaz heads into the corner. After scaling the turnbuckles, Chaz flips off and connects with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chaz doesn’t miss the second time as he connects with the moonsault!

Chaz picks up Lawless and nails him with a knee strike, doubling him over. He then leaps up and delivers The Party Starter to cheers from the crowd. Chaz turns him over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd cheers as “Blackout” plays throughout the arena.

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, CHAZ HOLIDAY!

After handing Chaz his title belt, the ref raises his arm to cheers from the crowd. After collecting himself, Chaz raises his title belt to an even louder set of cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Chaz has done it! Chaz has retained his Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship over Seth Lawless!

Grayson: Give Seth Lawless all the credit in the world. That man fought his heart out. It looked like he had that match won at several points. But Chaz was somehow able to muster up enough strength to get his shoulder up every single time. In the end, Chaz was just a split-second faster.

[FGA Office]

(Outside of the D.C. Armory, two familiar faces stand in the back end of the parking lot. Both standing by motorcycles, Chris Madison and Tommy Knox discuss business. Madison stands next to a black custom Harley-Davidson CVO Breakout. Across from him, Knox stands beside a matte black, fully custom Harley-Davidson Shovelhead. As the two converse, we move in closer to pry a bit.)

Tommy Knox: We got this, dude. Nothin' is goin' to stand in our way tonight. Show after show, we've made it crystal clear that we're here for one thing and one thing only, the World Tag Team championships. We've made a mess along the way but we're here and it's right in front of us for the takin'. Are you fuckin' ready?

Chris Madison: You know I'm ready. We may have lost a few matches along the way but we were never really beaten!

(The two then touch clinched fists.)

Tommy Knox: That's how we do it, man. After all the shit we've been through, it's time to take what's ours. Hell, the knee has never felt better. These chicks have no clue what's about to happen in that ring. I don't know about you, but, I'm hungry and it's time to eat!

Chris Madison: That's exactly what I was hoping to hear from you. We need to take it right at them, one hundred miles an hour and in their face. Laurel may be able to weather the storm but Annie isn't cut out for it. She's the one we need to focus on. She's the one we need to soften up. If we can isolate her, those straps are ours for the taking.

Tommy Knox: That sounds like a plan. Not to go rogue or anything, I'm sort of wantin' to throw down with Laurel. We can get Annie on her own and do some damage. I've never been one to back down from a fight, man or woman. Laurel can take a beatin' and I aim to give it to her. She ain't the only person here who doesn't give a fuck about how bloody a slaughter can be.

Chris Madison: If we give Annie the beating of a lifetime Laurel will lose her mind on the apron. She'll become irrational and make some major mental mistakes. You'll get your shot at her...and when you do, make it count!

Tommy Knox: You can bet on that! It's time, brother. We have three matches ahead of us and then it's go time. Let's do this! I'm ready right now. We can do this in street clothes for all I care. I was born to throw hands. Tonight isn't just about winnin' the straps. A championship is only as good as it's champion. This isn't about championships. I'm here to prove to the world that the two of us, the BLACK HAND, are the best tag team wrestlin' machine in the business.

Chris Madison: And I can't think of a better way to prove it than pummeling the Sparklebuddies into submission!

(The two then nod at one another and turn to their bikes. Grabbing duffle bags from the back of the seat, they throw them over their shoulders and turn towards the armory. Walking with confidence, the two slowly approach the war grounds for Capital Combat.)

Tommy Knox: Here we come...

(The two then stand at the door and look to one another. A few moments pass as their facial expressions turn to stone. They then cut their heads back to the door as Knox reaches forward and pulls it open.)

[FGA Office]

Dan Herrera vs. Cyncity

...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 with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm.

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit! Introducing first, now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 215 pounds… DAN HERRERA!

He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them)

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

(As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan 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.)

Grayson: Ah, man! Been waiting to see this match! First time ever!

Clement: It should be a good one. Dan Herrera and Cyncity have both men impressive since debuting in FGA, and as of late. Seem to have been butting heads. Tonight, they look to settle their differences.

Grayson: Bravo! Good job! You told these people what they already know.

"When your worlds colliding...
Crashing from the sky..."

The beginning of “Satellite” by Tritonal ft. Jonathan Mendelsohn plays over the sound system until it's cut off by a static. The lights in the arena dim down to nothing as the static is replaced by the sounds of a power clap coming from through the audience.

"I’ll be your satellite to guide you home!
You are not alooooone!”

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scanning the crowd, and feeding from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp, throwing her right arm in the air, taking in the audience's cheers.. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and buttom pushed out.

Fans in attendance are heard whistling in her direction, as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

Cruz: And his opponent, from PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA!!! Weighing in at 127 pounds... CYNCITY!

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

Clement: New theme music?

Grayson: Hate dubstep She goes from bad to worse!

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

Grayson: Looks like she wants to kill him…

Clement: Hm, I think she’s just focused. Both Dan and Cyncity want to prove that they’re apart of the upper echelon here in FGA, and win by either of them can launch them right back to championship competition.

Grayson: Don’t know. Think this is more personal than certain people are letting on. We’ll see, I guess.

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell sounds off, both Cyncity and Dan Herrara remain in their respective corners, neither one of them looking too eager to move. The crowd starts a dual chant, half of them chanting for Dan and the other for Cyncity.

Clement: Sounds like the crowds even here tonight. Do you hear them?!

Grayson: Eh, they’ll turn on one of them eventually. They always do.

Cyncity is first to step out of her corner, not her usual perky self. She waves Dan on and tells him to meet her in the center of the ring. Dan approaches Cyn with a smirk on his face, his lips reading “This is what you wanted, right?” Cyncity doesn’t reply and just stares at the much larger Herra before…

WHAM!

She smacks Dan across the face, angering ‘The Boss.’ The crowd oh’s and ah’s at the echo sent throughout the arena, but then Dan nearly decapitates Cyn with a huge clothesline!

Clement: What a huge clothesline from Dan! He nearly turned her inside out with that one!

Grayson: I can’t believe she smacked him!

Clement: Why do you sound so happy about that?

Grayson: Because...what are you asking so many question for, huh?

Dan shakes his head and runs his hand down his cheeks before grabbing Cyn by the head and lifting her to a vertical base. Once at her feet, Cyncity unleashes with a number of swift kicks to Dan’s legs, dropping him down to one knee. She goes for headshot, but Dan ducks underneath it, locks his arms around Cyn’s waist, and launches her across the ring with a belly to belly suplex!

Dan quickly pops back to his feet while Cyn writhes around in pain, slipping out underneath the bottom rope and under the apron. Dan shakes his head and immediately goes after Cyn, reaching over the ropes and pulling her up by her hair. He looks for a reverse suplex to bring Cyn back in the ring, but she has different ideas as she elbows herself free, and hits a rope-hung stunner on Herrera! With Dan grasping at his throat, Cyn climbs to the top rope and waits for Herrera to turn around. When he does, she soars off and connects with a picture perfect missile dropkick! She immediately covers him…


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KICKOUT!

Dan kicks out before the two, but Cyn doesn’t let up on her offense, quickly dropping a knee to Dan’s face. Instead of bringing him to a vertical base, Cyn keeps Dan grounded and drives her knee into his throat this time, choking him as the referee made his count.

REF: ONE….TWO… THREE…. FOUR….FI--

Right at five Cyn lets loose, surprising the referee and much of the audience. She moves a few steps away and waits for Dan to rise to his feet, only to clip his knee from behind! She grabs at the same leg and drives her elbow into it repeatedly, not giving Dan any chance to breathe.

Clement: Sounds strategy here by Cyncity to take out one of the legs of the much larger Dan Herrera.

Grayson: Yeah, I dig it. But she’s going to have to put a lot of work into that leg amongst other things if she wants to keep Dan down.

Cyn looks to lock in a Figure 4, but Dan uses his other leg to shove Cyn away as she was spinning around. Dan scrambles to his feet and as Cyn charges back in, he lifts her up over his shoulder and executes a Samoan drop! Now he goes for the cover…

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KICKOUT!

Dan grabs a hold of Cyn’s head and lifts her to a vertical base after the nearfall. He shakes off the cobwebs in his leg and lifts Cyn over his shoulder before executing a snake eyes in the corner! Cyn staggers back and Dan lifts her up once again, this time executing a belly to back suplex! He goes for the cover again…

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KICKOUT!

Instead of lifting Cyn up this time, Dan makes a gesture as he raises to his feet, calling for the end of the match.

Clement: You think he’s thinking Walking Papers?

Grayson: Might be. Looks like he’s head to the corner, though.

Dan gets himself in the corner and patiently waits for Cyn to get up, looking like he’s about to run right through her. Cyn’s slow, but she finally gets to her feet as Herrera blasts out of the corner.

Clement: Spear!

Grayson: No she leapfrogs over him!

As Cyn jumps over Dan, he puts the brakes on before running into the corner. He turns around and darts back toward Cyn, but she was ready and connects with a spinning kick to the midsection. Cyn wraps her arms around Dan’s head and pushes herself up, executing a standing tornado DDT! She makes the cover…

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KICKOUT!

Cyn double checks the count with the referee as he holds up two fingers. The crowd gives both competitors a round of applause as Cyncity rolls back underneath the bottom rope, and positions herself on the apron.

Clement: Looks like she’s ready to fly here.

Cyn patiently waits for Dan to get to his feet, and when he does, she springboards into the ring and hits a springboard backstabber!

Grayson: Whoa! I never saw her do that before!

Clement: Me either, but it sure did the job. Dan’s writhing in pain right now.

The camera focuses in on Herrera as he rolls around the ring, clutching the small of his back. Cyncity crawls toward him and rolls him on his back to make the cover….

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THR---
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Clement: Dan gets his foot on the ropes!

Cyncity looks shocked as she starts yelling at the referee, telling him to count faster.

Grayson: Is she yelling at the referee?!

Clement: Will say that has me surprised. Maybe after her recent string of losses, she’s desperate to pick up a win here.

Cyn stands to her feet and starts putting the boots to the small of Dan’s back over and over again.

Ref: One… Two.. Three… Four… Fi--

Once again, Cyn uses up the entire five count before stopping. She saunters around the ring with her arms out to her sides taking in the cheers from the crowd, waiting for Dan to make it up to his feet. Dan uses the ropes and pulls himself up, but Cyncity charges in, only for Herrera tuck his shoulder and send her hard to the outside!

With Cyn immobilized on the outside, Herrera drops to one knee and clutches his back while the referee begins a ten count.

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THREE

Herrera looks to the outside and sees that Cyn still hasn’t moved. Not wanting to take the chance of winning via countout, he slides underneath the bottom rope and makes his way toward Cyn, only for the Lion Cup finalist to shoot forward, and pull Dan face and throat first into the protective guardrail!

Grayson: She suckered him in! I like what I’m seeing from Cyncity tonight.

Clement: Never thought I’d hear you say that…

Cyn slides in the ring to break the referees count and slides back out. She makes her way toward Dan and presses her boot on his throat while pushing down on the guardrail.

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She finally lets off, and tries to lift the larger Herrera up the a vertical base, but Herrera has other plans as he grabs Cyn by her waists and pushes her spine first into the ring apron!

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Both competitors are hurting, both clutching at their backs. Dan looks to slide into the ring, buy Cyn grabs a hold of his ankle, pulls his pant leg up and bites down on the first amount of bare skin she sees!

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Dan immediately slides out of the ring to get Cyncity to stop, allowing her to slide into the ring safely before the ten.

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Cyn never leaps the ropes and tries to keep Dan out of the ring, but he slides underneath her one of her boot attempts and gets in the ring safely before the count of ten. Cyn drives right onto Dan’s back and clubs away before clawing her nails into the sides of his head! Dan, however, pushes himself up with Cyncity on his back and falls back down, driving Cyn straight to the mat, knocking all the air out of her.

Clement: That might have turned all the momentum right there.

Grayson: He squashed her like a damn bug!

With Cyncity down, Herrera staggers to his feet and makes his way toward Cyn’s legs, calling or the Forced Retirement cloverleaf. He locks Cyn’s legs up but she squirms her way toward the ropes and holds onto the bottom rope for dear life as Herrera lets go of her legs. Cyn grabs a hole of the referee so he’d step in between the two, giving her time to bring herself up using the ropes. Cyn lighly shoves the ref towards, Dan but he side steps the referee and goes to Irish Whip Cyncity off the ropes. Cyn manages to hold onto the top rope. He pulls at her arm like tug of war but Cyn pulls Dan and levels him with a back elbow to the side of the head.

Grayson: What a shot by Cyncity!

Clement: She gained maybe a slight advantage from that referee distraction.

Dan turns his back to Cyn, clutching his head, and he paid for it. Cyn gets Dan in a reverse facelock, before twisting down to the mat in the reverse neckbreaker she calls the Glitter Driver. Dan looks lifeless on the mat as Cyn hooks the leg for the cover.

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THR--NO!

Dan just manages to get his shoulder up and Cyncity is livid. She rises to her knees and grabs at her hair with both hands. Dan rolls over on his stomach, as the crowd gets hype over the amazing match up thus far. Cyn gets up to her feet and turns Dan back over, dragging his body towards to the corner. She claps her hands to the crowd as most cheer, knowing what’s coming next.

Clement: Cyn’s wasting a lot of time here.

Grayson: Shut up Kevin and prepare for...a STANDING OVATION!

Cyn steps out of the ring and walks up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps in the air for her patented Shooting Star footstomp, Dan rolls out the way at the very last second. Cyn lands on her feet and inertia causes her to stumble forward into the opposite corner. The crowd starts to roar as Dan Herrera comes charging at Cyn. Just as she turns around he leaps up and sandwiches her in the corner with an avalanche. Taking a moment to get his breath as Cyn crouches into the second turnbuckle, Dan goes back on the attack. Finding his second wind, he Irish Whips Cyncity into the opposite corner, following her there and thrusting his shoulder in her abdomen. Practically seated on the middle post, Cyn clutches her stomach in pain as Dan shakes his head and pulls her out the corner.

Grayson: I think it’s safe to say that Dan Herrera’s officially pissed off.

Clement: And he’s on fire!

Dan turns Cyncity around and pulls her left arm under her legs before slinging her right around his neck. He lifts her up over his shoulder and slams her spine first into the mat for the Final Word. Cyn is senseless in the middle of the ring as Dan drapes his arm over her.

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THR--NOO!!

Cyn barely gets the shoulder up as Dan wastes no time and rolls up to his feet. Dan backs into a corner and crouches down. Waiting and preying on Cyn so he can hit his spear and finish her off.

Grayson: Might be over right here.

Cyncity uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Dan finally charges toward her, but Cyn pulls the referee in front of her and jumps out of the way! Dan puts the brakes on at the final moment, nearly taking out the referee, as Cyncity sneaks up behind Dan and kicks him square in the nuts right in front of the referee, causing the disqualification!

DING! DING! DING!

Cruz: The winner of this match on a result of disqualification… Daaaaaaan “THE MAAAAAN!” Herrrrerrrraaaaa!!!

The crowd boos the decision as Dan falls face first to the mat, grabbing his... you know. Cyncity falls on her backside and tugs on her hair, looking disappointed at first, but a devious smirk appears on her face as she rolls out of the ring. Cyncity makes her way to Cruz near the commentators section and grabs his microphone. She turns to the ring and walks toward it, never taking her eyes of Dan who’s still in pain. Cyncity crawls underneath the bottom rope and almost slithers toward Dan, getting just out of arm's reach before speaking into the microphone.

Cyncity: Whooopsiees.

She drops the microphone and slithers back out the ring with the same devious grin as Dan looks in her direction, not knowing how he should react.

Clement: What the hell just happened there?!

Cyncity makes her way around the ring and grabs a fans cotton candy and begins eating it as she walks up the entrance ramp. Herrara’s theme blares over the arena sound system as he finally recovers from the shot downstairs, never taking his eyes off of Cyncity.

Clement: I can’t believe what we just witnessed.

Grayson: Cyncity might not be all that much of an angel after all...I like it!

Cyn casually strolls up the ramp, eating the cotton candy as she steps behind the curtain. Dan’s face of confusion has turned to fury as he slowly rolls out of the ring and limps up the ramp.

[FGA Office]

(The show cuts backstage to where Spencer Burke is standing backstage with an angsty looking Dom Harter; the former World champion is pacing back forth, ready dressed for his upcoming showdown with Malcolm Drake later.)

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with former Murder member, ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter, who tonight–

(Harter grabs the microphone from Spencer and glares at the camera, an expression of contempt plastered on his face.)

Dom Harter: –is set to go against his former friend, his mentor. The man who brought him into FGA, who founded The Murder together. The head crow, one of if not the most evil man to ever step foot into an FGA ring…

(Pause. Harter sneers as he turns to Spencer.)

Dom Harter: Does that just about cover it, Burke?

Spencer Burke: Well, yes…

Dom Harter: And you want to know how I feel going into this match against the man who I looked up to and admired, who I emulated and fought beside for fifteen months … lets be very clear about this, Burke. There is only thought running through my mind right now and that is the destruction of Malcolm Drake. What it will be like to stain the mat with his blood, to watch the venom that courses through his veins pour out of his body, to witness his spirit, his resolve shatter before my very eyes.

(Harter turns towards the camera, running a hand through his fauxhawk as he glares from beneath his furrowed brow.)

Dom Harter: And tonight I will prove you wrong, Malcolm because I’m nobody’s hero…

(He says before storming away off camera, leaving a bemused looking Spencer Burke alone on screen.)

[FGA Office]

FGA Pride Championship Match
(c) Riley Owens vs. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine

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. And it is for the FGA Pride Championship! Introducing first, from Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 154 pounds… SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

Clement: Tony Carmine had one hell of a summer to remember. He was white hot. He defeated Chaz Holiday and Riley Owens, our Mid-Atlantic and Pride Champions, on back to back shows. He was one of the odds on favorites to win the Frontier Lions Cup. But then he ran into Cordy Stevenson in the semifinals of that tournament and he hasn’t been the same since.

Grayson: For possibly the first-time ever in his FGA career, Tony Carmine is in a bit of a slump. The momentum is no longer on his side. His arrogance is still there. It will always be there. But will Tony still have the same zip to his punches? Will he have that same crispness to his moves? Can Tony be the Tony of a few months back and recreate magic in this ring? If not, then that Pride Championship will stay around the shoulders of the man is arrived to the arena with.

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

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

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

Clement: Since winning that championship from Jimmy Page back at Only The Strong Survive in April, Riley Owens has become arguably the greatest Pride Champion this company has seen. Whether it’s championship matches or non-title action, Riley has continued to perform at a high level against a variety of opponents. But one loss along the way still eats away at him. And it’s that loss to Tony Carmine.

Grayson: Riley can continue to cry about the interference of Kevin Hardaway. The fact of the matter is this. Riley Owens lost to Tony Carmine. Tony Carmine holds a pinfall over him. And tonight, if everything aligns itself right, Tony will hold two more falls over him. But that’s easier said than done. Some of the biggest names in this company’s history have tried to take that belt from Riley Owens. All of them have failed. Will Tony join that list tonight?

The bell sounds as both men run towards the center of the ring. But it’s Riley that knocks down Tony with a jumping knee strike to cheers from the crowd. Riley picks up Tony and hammers away with a series of forearm strikes to the face. He then takes Tony and goes for an irish whip. But Tony reverses, sending Riley into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Tony bends over to set up a back body drop. But Riley stops, places him in a cravat and delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. Riley follows up with a cravat suplex to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Tony kicks out.

Riley picks up Tony, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Tony and whips him into the opposite corner. Riley runs across the ring. But Tony nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. Tony quickly turns and springboards to the top turnbuckle. But before he can do anything, Riley runs back into the corner and connects with a dropkick, sending Tony flipping off the top and landing back-first on the floor.

Clement: Tony just felt off the top turnbuckle and landed right on his back!

Grayson: Did you hear that thud!? Tony’s got to be hurt!

Riley rolls to the outside where Tony is still in pain. He picks up Tony, only to ram him hard back-first against the barricade. Riley pulls Tony away, only to ram him back-first against the barricade. Riley pulls Tony away, turns and then rams him back-first against the side of the ring. Riley pulls him away, only to ram him back-first against the edge of the ring again. Riley pulls Tony away, turns and rams Tony back-first against the ring post. He then takes Tony and rolls him back inside. Once Riley rolls himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Tony gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Clement: Tony gets his foot on the bottom rope. But that’s now one rope break that’s been used up already. He’s only got two left.

Riley picks up Tony, brings him away from the ropes and delivers a snap suplex. Tony arches his back in pain. Riley picks Tony back up and delivers another snap suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Riley picks up Tony and goes for another snap suplex. But Tony blocks if. After a punch to the ribs, Riley goes for another suplex. But this time, Tony slips down behind Riley. He then grabs Riley from behind and goes for a german supex. But Riley repeatedly elbows Tony in the head. After performing a standing switch, Riley runs Tony into the ropes. After Tony bounces off the ropes, Riley delivers the Chaos Theory to cheers from the crowd. He crawls over, turns Tony over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Riley has zeroed in on that back of Tony’s ever since that hard fall off the top turnbuckle.

Grayson: As much as I hate to admit it, it’s a smart strategy on the part of Riley Owens. But you know deep down, Riley is enjoying seeing Tony suffer. He’s enjoying hearing the groans and moans of Sunshine Scandalous.

As Riley slowly picks up Tony, Tony can be seen delivering a series of punches to the midsection. But Tony’s comeback is stopped once Riley knocks him down with a high knee lift. Riley then goes back over and slowly pulls up Tony. But again, Tony comes back with a series of right hands to the midsection. Just as Tony looks like he’s mounting a comeback, Riley nails him with an elbow to the back of the head, knocking him down to the canvas. Riley then reaches down, slowly picks up Tony and whips him into the corner. After sizing up Tony, Riley runs into the corner and connects with a forearm strike. He then takes Tony and whips him into the opposite corner. As Riley runs across the ring, Tony leans back to give him a boot to the face. But Riley catches his foot. He then drags Tony from out of the corner and taunts him to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos once Tony counters with an enzuigiri, sending Riley flipping down to the canvas. He makes the cover.

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Riley kicks out.

Tony picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Tony throws out a clothesline. But Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Tony goes over and nails him with a running knee to the midsection, sending Riley flipping down to the canvas. As Riley sits up, Tony comes up from behind and nails Riley with a soccer kick to the back. Riley can be seen arching his back in pain. But Tony isn’t remotely satisfied. So he nails Riley with another hard kick to the back… and another… and another… and another. As Riley continues to sit in pain, Tony runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a baseball slide to the small of the back, knocking Riley over. The crowd boos as Tony turns Riley over and makes the cover.

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Riley kicks out.

Clement: Turnabout is fair play here as it’s now Riley that’s targeting the back of the champion.

Grayson: I bet Riley doesn’t like it when the shoe is on the other foot.

Tony picks up Riley and delivers a snap suplex of his own. Tony gets up, pulls Riley back up and delivers another snap suplex. Tony gets up, picks Riley back up and goes for another snap suplex. But this time, Riley blocks it. After tightening his grip, Tony goes for a vertical suplex. But again, Riley blocks it. Riley then goes to counters with a suplex of his own. But again, Tony slips down from behind. This time, Tony grabs Riley from behind, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside.

As Riley slowly gets up on the outside, Tony runs into the ropes. When Riley turns around, Tony comes back and goes for a baseball slide. But Riley side steps, causing Tony to whiff. Once Tony slides to the outside and lands on his feet, Riley knocks him down with a lariat to cheers from the crowd. After picking Tony back up, Riley rolls him back into the ring. As Riley climbs up onto the apron, Tony gets up and lunges forward, nailing Riley with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Tony then goes to grab Riley for a suplex into the ring. But Riley blocks it. Riley then goes for a suplex to the outside. But again, Tony slips down from behind. He quickly reaches over, grabs Riley by his ankle and yanks him hard off the apron. On the way down, Riley’s face smacks against the edge of the apron. The crowd boos as Riley quickly covers up in pain.

Clement: Did you see how hard Riley’s face smacked against the edge of the apron on the way down!?

Grayson: He looks like he’s hurting bad, Kev...

The ref goes to the outside to check on Riley. After the cameraman gets in position, it’s revealed that Riley’s bottom lip has been busted open. Like a shark that sees blood in the water, Tony moves the ref out of the way and pounces of Riley, hammering away with rapid forearm strikes to the face.

Clement: Come on, Tony! Stop it! The man’s hurt!

Grayson: You weren’t saying that when Riley pounced on Tony! The man was sent flipping off the top turnbuckle, fell to the outside, and you said nothing when Riley was all over him.

The ref then pulls Tony off of Riley so he can go back to attending the Pride Champion. But Tony isn’t having any of it. He moves the ref out of the way, standing over Riley and begins stomping away at his face as the crowd boos.

Clement: The entirety of Riley’s chin is damn near covered in blood at this point thanks to Tony Carmine!

Tony reaches down, pulls up Riley, runs and slams his face against the ring post. Riley stumbles around the post before dropping down to the floor. Tony then picks up Riley, rolls him back in, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Riley gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Grayson: And now that’s one rope break gone for Riley.

Tony picks up Riley, only to throw him down with a scoop slam. After grabbing a hold of the top rope with both hands, Tony delivers repeated knee drops to the face of Riley. Once he gets back to his feet, Tony takes his heel and grinds it against Riley’s face as the crowd boos.

Clement: Tony is showing no remorse has he continues to assault the Pride Champion!

Grayson: If the roles were reversed, do you think you’d see Riley showing any compassion or remorse?

Tony reaches down, takes Riley and positions his chest across the middle rope. Tony then presses his knee down across Riley’s back, choking him from behind as the crowd boos. The ref gives Tony until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tony lets go before running into the ropes. When Tony comes back, he delivers a jumping seated senton across Riley’s back. After Riley falls to the canvas, Tony makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Tony picks up Riley and whips him into the corner. After sizing up Riley, Tony runs across the ring. But Riley nails him with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling back. After shaking off the blow, Tony runs back into the corner. But this time, Riley nails him with an elbow to the face that sends him stumbling back. As Tony appears dazed, Riley charges from out of the corner. But Tony knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Tony quickly takes Riley’s right arm and presses it back down against the canvas.

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Riley kicks out.

Annoyed, Tony mounts himself on top of Riley, grabs him by the head with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of Riley’s head against the canvas while the crowd boos.

Clement: Tony Carmine is beating the hell out of the Pride Champion.

Grayson: And it’s all well within the rules, too!

While Riley is down, Tony points to the top turnbuckle as he heads into the corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Tony goes for a Phoenix Splash. But Riley rolls out of the way, causing Tony to connect with nothing but the canvas.

Clement: Nobody’s home! Riley rolled out of the way! Tony missed the Phoenix Splash!

While both men are down, the ref starts his count…

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

Tony curls up in pain as Riley stays face-down on the canvas.

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

Riley slowly pushes himself up off the canvas. He then begins to crawl over towards Tony.

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

Riley pulls Tony over and makes the cover.

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The crowd sighs as Tony gets his shoulder up.

Riley slowly picks up Tony and then places him in a Muay Thai Clinch. After delivering alternating knee strike to the face, Riley follows up with a jumping knee strike, knocking Tony down to one knee. Riley takes advantage of Tony’s positioning and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Riley then sizes up Tony before throwing out a roundhouse kick. But Tony ducks, quickly gets to his feet, grabs Riley from behind and delivers a bridging german suplex to boos from the crowd.

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TH-NO!

Riley gets his shoulder up.

Clement: So close!

Grayson: There’s been so much action and we haven’t even gotten past the first fall!

Tony picks up Riley and bends him over. He goes for a piledriver. But Riley quickly sandbags himself. After delivering a series of clubbing shots to the back of the neck, Tony picks Riley up from off the canvas and goes for another piledriver. But this time, Riley hangs onto Tony’s leg for dear life. So Tony lets go, grabs Riley by the head and nails him with a series of knee strikes to the side of the head until Riley drops to one knee. He then stands in front of Riley, picks him up from off the canvas and finally plants him with a jumping piledriver. The crowd boos as he turns over and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Riley gets his shoulder up.

Tony puts his hands on his hips as he slowly turns over and looks at the ref.

Grayson: I’m annoyed, too. I could have sworn that was three...

Tony does the throat slash taunt before picking up Riley for a brainbuster. But on the way, Riley knees Tony in the head, causing Tony to lower Riley back down, Riley then grabs Tony, lifts him up and plants him with a brainbuster, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. A winded Riley slowly turns over and drapes his arm across Tony’s chest.

Clement: Riley with a brianbuster of his own! That’s got to be it! ONE…………….. TWO AND………...




NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Riley picks up Tony, grabs him from behind and lifts him up for a dragon suplex. But Tony counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Riley kicks out.

After both men get up, Riley connects with a rolling solebutt to the midsection. He then hoists Tony up across his shoulders. But Tony repeatedly elbows Riley on the side of the head. After Tony slips down from behind, he grabs Riley by the waist and runs into the ropes. But Riley hooks his arms around the top rope and jerks back, sending Tony down to the canvas. After Tony rolls back up to his feet, Riley runs over and nails him right in the face with the Cyclone Kill. He drops down and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Riley nailed him right in the face with that discus big boot. But Tony somehow had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up.

Riley picks up Tony and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tony stumbles back, Riley applies a sleeper hold to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: Oh no...

Tony flails his arms around, trying to grab onto anything in sight. But he’s nowhere near the ropes.

Clement: Tony’s nowhere near the ropes! Riley’s got him right where he wants him!

The ref asks Tony if he wants to give up. But Tony tells him “no.”

Grayson: Tony’s trying to fight the move.

Clement: But for how long?

Riley cinches in the hold as the crowd continues to cheer him on. The ref asks Tony if he wants to give up. But again, Tony says “no.” However, Tony’s movements begin to get slower and slower. His legs slowly turn to jello as Riley almost has him out.

Clement: Tony’s fading! He’s fading!

After Riley brings Tony down into a seated position, he lets go and then runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, he blasts Tony square in the face with Unnecessary Roughness to an explosion of cheers. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

OWENS - 1
CARMINE - 0

Clement: Riley knocked Tony right out with that kick to the face.

Grayson: Well he was nearly put to sleeper with the sleeper hold. Unnecessary Roughness was just that - unnecessary. Now, Tony’s got to come to quick or else Riley’s going to get a quick pinfall here...

Riley grabs the top ropes as he leans forward, looking to pounce on Tony like a rabid dog. Once the mandatory 30 second rest period has ended, the bell sounds. Upon hearing the bell, Riley darts across the ring and goes for Unnecessary Roughness. But Tony rolls to the outside to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Tony just narrowly escaped getting his head kicked off.

But the boos turn to cheers as Riley grabs Tony, runs and tosses him against the barricade. Riley reaches down, grabs the top of the barricade with both hands and repeatedly kicks Tony in the side to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as the ref moves Riley out of the way so that he can attend to Tony.

Once Tony is helped back to his feet, Riley runs over and goes for the Cyclone Kill. But Tony moves out of the way. When Riley turns around, Tony kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up and throws him down across the top of the barricade with a front suplex.

Clement: That’s got to hurt. Riley might have broken a rib or two on that one.

As Riley dangles across the top of the barricade, Tony sizes him up before running over and nailing him with a high knee lift, knocking him into the crowd. Tony then goes over, grabs a steel chair and sets it up near the barricade.

Grayson: What’s he doing here, doing his best Ash impression?

Once Riley gets up, Tony runs over, steps onto the chair, jumps off and nails him with #PimpShit into the crowd.

Grayson: There it is!

Clement: Tony just flew into the crowd and nailed Riley with that Shining Wizard! That’s got to be it right there!

Tony picks up Riley and dumps him over the barricade and back to ringside. After he climbs over the barricade, Tony takes Riley and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Riley gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Clement: Riley got his foot on the ropes. But that’s now his second rope break used. He’s only got one left...

Tony picks up Riley, lifts him up from behind and goes for It’s Always Sunny In Sicily. But Riley catches his leg and counters with a dragonscrew leg whip.

Clement: Great counter by Riley!

Riley picks up Tony, grabs him from behind and goes for the Ripcord Lariat. But Tony ducks and nails him with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. He then grabs Riley again from behind, lifts him up and delivers It’s Always Sunny In Sicily. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THREE!

OWENS - 1
CARMINE - 1

Clement: And now we’re all tied up!

Grayson: These matches can turn on a dime and it did just there! Riley had all the momentum. But Tony flew into the crowd and nailed him with the Shining Wizard. Riley was able to block It’s Always Sunny the first time. But not the second. It’s 1-1, Kev. Now, it’s anyone's match!

The bell sounds, signalling the end of the 30 second rest period. Riley turns over on all fours before slowly getting up. But before he can get back up to a vertical base, Tony runs over and connects with a front dropkick to the side, sending Riley stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

As Riley slowly gets up on the outside, Tony runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a rolling suicide dive, knocking Riley down from behind.

Clement: What a maneuver by Tony Carmine! He just took out Riley with that dive to the outside!

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

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Tony picks up Riley, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After Tony climbs up to the middle ropes, Riley nails him with a forearm strike. Tony then comes back with one of his own. Riley nails him with another forearm strike. But Tony comes right back with one of his own. Riley then nails Tony with two forearm strikes. Tony then nails Riley with three. Riley nails Tony with four forearm strikes. Tony then nails Riley with five. Riley then grabs the back of Tony’s head with one hand before using his other arm to deliver a barrage of rapid forearm strikes. After Riley lets go, he lunges forward, nailing Tony with a headbutt that knocks him off the ropes and to the canvas.

Clement: Down goes Tony!

Grayson: What’s Riley going to do now?

As Riley tries to stand up on the top turnbuckle, Tony quickly gets up and runs into the ropes, causing Riley to slip, fall and wind up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Tony then springboards onto the top rope before jumping over and taking Riley down with a flying headscissors takeover. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Tony picks up Riley and goes for an irish whip. But Riley reverses, sending Tony into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Riley bends over to set up a back body drop. But Tony stops, grabs Riley and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Riley slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Tony runs into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Riley slides in and turns him inside out with a lariat to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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The crowd sighs as Tony gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Tony tried to go for another dive, but Riley cut him off with that lariat.

Riley picks up Tony and nails him with a series of alternating forearm strikes, followed by a rolling solebutt to the midsection. After lifting Tony up across his shoulders, Riley delivers a double knee buster. While Tony is down on all fours, Riley stands over him, reaches down and delivers an Everest German Suplex.

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Tony turns over to get his shoulder up. But Riley turns with him. He then pulls Tony back up to his feet before nearly knocking the wind out of him with the Ripcord Lariat. He makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

After pulling Tony back up to his feet, Riley delivers a series of alternating forearm strikes before going for a rolling elbow. But Tony ducks. When Riley turns around, he turns into a spinning back kick to the midsection, followed by a DDT. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Clement: Near fall after near fall, Evan! But neither man can get that elusive three count!

Grayson: Both of these men want this bad. Both of these men want to beat each other more than anything. It’s going to take a lot of put one of these men down for the three count.

Tony picks up Riley, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second ropes, Tony jumps up and delivers a hurricanrana off the top. He gets up, heads back into the corner, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with a Phoenix Splash.

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THRE-NO!

The crowd explodes in cheers as Riley gets his shoulder up.

Grayson: How did he do it? How did Riley get his shoulder up!?

Tony picks up Riley, grabs him from behind and goes for It’s Always Sunny In Sicily. But again, Riley catches his leg. This time, Riley turns Tony away from him. He quickly grabs Tony from behind and delivers a bridging dragon suplex. Riley then turns over, pulls Tony back up and delivers a bridging tiger suplex. He then turns over, pulls Tony back up and delivers a sleeper suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Riley drops Tony right on his head three straight times! He’s got to be out of it!

Grayson: No, look!

As Tony tries to slowly push himself up from off the canvas, Riley connects with Unnecessary Roughness as the crowd explodes in cheers. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Seth Lawless is up on the apron, distracting the referee as the crowd erupts in boos.

Clement: What in the hell is Seth Lawless doing!? He has no business being in this match! He shouldn’t be out here!

Grayson: Clearly he wants to give his fellow Fratdaddy some works of advice.

Riley goes over, grabs Lawless and throws him into the ring to cheers from the crowd. Lawless turns over on his knees and pleads for forgiveness. But Riley responds with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. After sizing Lawless up, Riley connects with a roundhouse kick to the face.

Clement: Riley Owens just gave Seth Lawless exactly what he deserved!

When Riley turns around, Tony throws out a clothesline. But Riley ducks. When Tony turns around, he turns into a rolling solebutt, doubling him over. Riley then grabs him from behind and goes for the Ripcord Lariat. But Tony ducks. When Riley turns around, Tony kicks him right between the legs. The crowd boos as a Riley doubled over in pain.

Clement: Blatant low blow by Tony Carmine!

Grayson: What? Where? I was watching the ref move Seth Lawless out of the ring.

When the ref turns around, Tony rolls up Riley with a tight small package....

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THREE!

Clement: Riley kicked out! He kicked out!

Grayson: No! It was too late!

Cruz: Here is your winner……………….. and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW

The crowd erupts in boos.

Cruz: …. FGA Pride Champion, SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

"Graceful Jewelry Removal" blares throughout the arena Tony rolls to the outside. After the ref goes over and hands him the Pride Championship belt, Tony raises the belt as the crowd showers him with jeers and boos. Riley, who is still curled up in pain, looks over and winces as he sees Tony with the belt that he used to call his own. Back on the outside, Seth stumbles over and hugs Tony.

Clement: Talk about highway robbery! Riley Owens may have indeed had this match won if it weren’t for the interference of Seth Lawless!

Grayson: You don’t know that!

Clement: Riley already knocked him out with one Unnecessary Roughness. What did you think was going to happen after Riley hit him with the second?

Grayson: I guess we’ll never know. One thing we DO know is that Tony Carmine is now your new Pride Champion!

[FGA Office]

Saturday, November 22

Jersey City Armory

Jersey City, NJ

[FGA Office]

[As the ring crew are preparing the ring for the next match, suddenly the introduction to “Hail to the Chief” strikes up, causing a buzz around the DC Armory as they expect the leader of the free world to pay a visit]

Hail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation,
Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all.
Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperation
In proud fulfilment of a great, noble call.

[With the crowd all standing and looking towards the entrance, they do indeed see a true leader gracing them with his presence…as Johnny Karma walks out at the top of the ramp wearing a suit and waves to the crowd, with Cherry Baum by his side, and fixes his tie before walking down the aisle]

Yours is the aim to make this grand country grander,
This you will do, that's our strong, firm belief.
Hail to the one we selected as commander,
Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!

[Karma reaches ringside and grabs a steel folding chair so he can step onto the ring apron without creasing his suit, stepping into the ring and waving as Cherry hands him a microphone so he can address His people]

Grayson: Johnny Karma got what he wnated two weeks ago when he literally had to handcuff Kevin Hardaway to get his match with him. So what does he want now?

Karma: Good evening, Washington, I hope you are having as good a night as can be expected.

Clement: Tonight has been pretty good, Evan.

Karma: Of course, it feels good to be standing in this nation’s second-most important city, second only to the shining light of Western civilization that is this nation’s crown jewel New York City.

[Karma gives a confident nod to the crowd as Cherry agrees with him]

Karma: However, as much as I’ve improved this show by just being on it, and right now each and every one of you in the crowd are safe in the knowledge that you got your money’s worth because you got to hear me wax lyrical, you also know something else – that I won’t be wrestling on this show.

[Karma holds up his hands in apology]

Karma: Of course, each and every one of you knows that I would be wrestling on this show if a certain somebody in the locker room didn’t spend a whole month ducking my reasonable request that he and me have a match against each other at this very show, so by the time I finally got him to agree to a match the deadline for this very show had passed. But even with this grave disappointment I am sure each and every one of you feels right now, you also know one thing: that I will be having my match with Kevin Hardaway soon, and when that happens…

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Devil's Night" by Motionless in White flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way.

Clement: Business is certainly about to pick up here...

The crowd actually is giving him a mixed reaction. Some good, some bad as he smiles at Karma and Baum in the ring and grabs the microphone from the back of his camo shorts.

Hardaway: I'm just going to cut to the chase and tell you and your special lady friend in the ring there to shut your cakeholes before I have to shut them for you.

Karma: And what will you do if I don't? Refuse to have a match with me?

[Karma looks to Cherry with a "Get this guy look on his face]

Karma: Because from where I'm standing you can't go to your backup plan of attacking me while I'm having a match, because you spent so long ducking my challenge to prove that I can take whatever the so-called biggest and baddest in FWA has to offer that I don't have a match tonight. I mean, I wanted to prove to everyone I could take your best shots and walk out the other side with a win, but instead you kept ducking my challenge until...

Hardaway: Okay! Guess I have to do things the Max Power way!

[Hardaway drops the mic and rushes the ring, causing Karma to drop the mic as he and Cherry bail out of the ring PDQ, and the pair slowly back up the ramp]

Hardaway: You know, I was going to show you WHY I was "ducking" your challenges time and time again because you really don't seem to "get it", do you? You have no idea. You live in this fantasy world, baby. Well, I'm reality looking you DEAD in the face. There's a reason why they call me the "Voice of the Violence" and whenever this "match" of ours takes place, you...Cherry...it doesn't matter. The both of you are going to see why you shouldn't have tapped me on the shoulder.

I hope to god that you're ready, Karma. I wasn't ducking you. I was just warning you.

[Hardaway drops the mic in the ring again and just backs out of the ring, walking up the ramp as Karma and Cherry hightail it to the back. Smiling and smirking all the way.

Clement: Johnny Karma may have bitten off more than he can chew here with Kevin Hardaway.

Grayson: You think? I told you that Karma should have never poked and prodded Kevin Hardaway. I hope Karma knows what he's gotten himself in to because Hardaway is looking to rip him apart once he gets his hands on him.

[FGA Office]

FGA cuts backstage to a shot of Ashley Sullivan, also known as simply "Ash", leaning up against a wall. Dressed in her street clothes with a black leather jacket over her body, she is obviously not prepared to wrestle since she was not booked for the show. A poster for Capital Combat to her side on the wall behind her, Ash give a slight wave to the camera before returning to her arms crossed over her chest.

Ash: Hey, FGA people. Ash here just wanting to make say hello. Nice poster by the way.

With a title of her head to the side, she gestures to the event poster.

Ash: Damn shame Colt and I aren't booked for this show but that doesn't mean we aren't going to at least be here to see it all happen. Of the most interest to us is the tag title match with the Sparklebuddies against the Black Hand. True, me and Annie are buds so of course I'll be rooting for her and Laurel. But see now, there's more to it than just that. This is also to watch our competition first hand. Once this match is over, Colt and I got next. That's just not some bold prediction but straight fact. Let's face it, Black Hand doesn't even deserve to be in this match let alone hold the tag belt. They have a habit of turning tail when they can't cheat to pick up a win. If it comes down to us against Sparklebuddies at Final Frontier, we're going to give them a hell of a show but we fully intend to be leaving with those belts. Colton Sterling and Ashley Sullivan, AshTon, new tag champs.

Looking down, Ash laughs a little with a smile.

Ash: You know, my friends call me "Ash". Why am I using the name as some kind big thing? What am I supposed to be? Some kind of model. I've been doing a bit of thinking lately. This month is something of a milestone for me. It's been a full year now that I've been in this business and that Colt and I have been dating. Back then, if you would've told me I'd be doing either for this long, I would've said that you're nuts but here I am. Gets you thinking you know? I've got something else in the works too and it's time I stopped playing kids' games. So from now on, I'm going to stop trying to be this thing that people think I should be, what they want me to be. I'm just going to be me. Anyone that doesn't like it can just choke on it. So the next time you see me booked on a wrestling card, it won't be as "Ash" but me being myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a boyfriend to track down. Kick some ass tonight, Annie.

Ashley give another wave at the camera before pushing off from the wall and walking out of view as the shot fades out.

[FGA Office]

First Blood Match
Dom Harter vs. Malcolm Drake

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display. Missing is the ever familiar crooked grin; replaced instead by a solemn look of determination.

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario ... weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds … he is ‘THE TENACIOUS LITTLE BASTARD’ DOM HARTER!!!

He slowly walks down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in Washington D.C. Harter slowly makes his way up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter makes his way to the corner, flipping off the fans, as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it.

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chains “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain.

Cruz: And his opponent … weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts … he is MALCOLM DRAKE!!!

Drake makes a beeline for the ring without pausing to acknowledge the fans or their reaction to him, sliding under the bottom rope on his stomach, giving a furtive glance at Harter before crawling to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, waiting in the corner; his hair draped over his face, eyes locked on Harter.

Clement: Here we go, Evan, for the first time ever! Malcolm Drake and Dom Harter set to square off against one another.

Grayson: We’ve all been waiting for this match since the challenge was set two weeks ago, I can’t believe it’s actually time.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors slowly step towards each other with Harter getting right up in Drake’s face, talking trash and getting more and more animated. As Harter’s screaming subsides, Drake simply smirks back in his former partner’s face. But the smirk doesn’t slap long as Harter unloads a vicious open hand slap that staggers Drake. There’s a brief pause before both men start ripping off frantic, furious haymakers at each other, swinging wildly with reckless abandon. Neither man gives an inch, throwing punch after punch until their arms tire and the shots become ineffective. It is then that Harter lifts a knee into Drake’s gut.

Harter pulls Drake in for an Irish whip, but Drake reverses. Harter hits the ropes, Drake ducks for a back body drop, Harter slows in his tracks and delivers a stiff boot to the face of Drake, sending him reeling backwards. Dom is straight on the assault, landing some elbow smashes to the face before going for an Irish whip. Drake is sent running against the ropes, only to come back with a Lou Thesz press! Six, seven, eight punches land as Dom struggles to get his hands to defends himself.

Clement: Both men have come out swinging here, Evan.

Grayson: We knew this was going to be a hard hitting contest, but I doubt we've seen the worst of it yet.

The referee stands away, unable to intervene as Drake finally relents, standing up with a determined look on his face. He crouches down, waiting as Dom rolls towards the ropes, using them to regain a vertical base; the determination etched on the face of Malcolm Drake as he waits patiently for Dom to turn around. Harter turns around and Drake is ready for him, landing a series of forearm smashes to the jaw. The fans in attendance watch with baited breath as Harter is backed against the ropes, being continually rocked with each blow. Drake grabs his former student by the wrist and sends him running across the ring with an Irish whip, instead of hitting the ropes again Harter holds on to the top rope before rolling out of the ring to try and catch his breath. The crowd boos as Harter flips Drake the bird and then starts taunting the crowd about how clever he is. He is, however, not clever enough to notice Drake’s over-the-top-rope suicide dive until Drake crashes into him! And some of the crowd actually cheers.

Clement: Did Malcolm Drake just dive OVER the ropes?

Grayson: More importantly, did people actually just CHEER for him?!

Drake is the first to his feet, and he starts pulling Harter up with him before noticing a fan with an outstretched hand. Drake looks at the fan, then around at the crowd before very cautiously giving the man a high-five. The crowd pops and a small “Holy shit!” chant breaks out.

Clement: I have now officially seen everything.

Drake turns his attention back to Harter, who is currently crawling towards the guard rails, laying into the prone foe with some stomps to the back in an attempt to keep Dom grounded. But Harter battles back to his feet, propping himself up against the steel as Drake continues the assault, doubling him over with a knee to the gut. There’s a glint in Drake’s eye as he casts his glance sideways, towards the nearest ring post. He grabs Dom by the hair, dragging back to to an upright position before throwing him towards the ring steps--only to have Harter reverse it! And Drake goes crashing knees first into the steps, flipping ass-over-teakettle and landing in a heap on the other side.

Grayson: Did you hear the sound of Drake’s knees hitting those steel steps?! That was sickening.

Harter, sensing the weakness in his former mentor, stalks over to Drake and yanks him up by the dirty blonde hair, holding a handful as he looks Drake right in the eyes and spews more invective his way; the words I’m just getting started can be heard as Harter hurls his opponent head and shoulders first into the guardrails. The fans nearby scamper backwards as the two rails buckle at the joint. Drake slumps to the floor, trying desperately to get back to his feet, only to have Dom stiffly stomping away at the ribs and midsection. And with a boot across the throat The Tenacious Little Bastard begins to choke Drake, using the rails for leverage.

Clement: The referee can’t even intervene to stop this, but Harter is unrelenting in his assaults here, Evan.

Grayson: He’s not even trying to make Malcolm bleed right now. Just to inflict as much pain as possible.

After far too long, Dom finally breaks the choke; on the floor, Drake gasps for air as his opponent removes the top half of the ring steps, tossing them out into the aisleway, leaving just the bottom half in place before turning his attention back to Drake. He’s halfway back to his feet before Harter grabs him, applying a hard front facelock, followed by a snap suplex that lands Drake’s spine right on top of the ring steps with an unsettling metallic clang. Drake flops down, clutching at his back and howling in pain. Harter sits up and runs a hand through his hair as he looks over towards his mentor, hearing the cries of agony … and Dom laughs to himself.

Dom picks himself up and slowly walks over to where Malcolm is just about trying to do the same, only to find himself on the receiving end of a punt kick to the ribs The breath getting knocked out of him as Drake falls back down onto his back before Harter again yanks him up by his locks and uses Drake’s hair to hurl him back first into the side of the ring apron. Strands of Drake’s hair remain between Harter’s fingers and he lets them effortlessly cascade down to the floor with a sick grin plastered on his face.

Drake is lifted up across the shoulder as Harter points towards the ring post before picking up a head of steam, charging towards the cold, unforgiving steel--as Drake drops down the back! He propels Dom forward, forcing him to be unable to stop himself as Harter goes headlong into the post himself!

Clement: Holy hell! Is he bleeding after that one?

The referee makes a quick check, but there’s no blood yet as Harter staggers backwards, a dazed look on his face. Behind him Drake steadies himself, waiting for Dom to turn around, whereupon he catches him with a toe kick to the midsection, followed up by a DDT! A small pop from crowd as they watch Harter get spiked head first into the protective mats at ringside. He’s splayed out as Malcolm takes a moment to catch his breath, holding his back as he climbs back to a vertical base. Harter begins to stir, a glazed look in his eye as he tries to roll over, only to get lifted back up by Drake and whipped towards the guard rails. Dom staggers, falling back first into the steel as Malcolm leans over into the audience, grabbing up a chair from one of the fans. They all gasp collectively,anticipating what's about to happen - only to watch as Drake places the chair in the corner before placing Dom onto it.

Grayson: What are we about to see here?

Drake takes a few steps back, making sure that his opponent isn’t going anywhere as he charges in, driving a stiff Yakuza kick straight up into the face of Dom Harter! Dom collapses, falling to the floor as Drake, heaving chest and all, looks down at his fallen opponent.

Clement: A huge boot there from Drake and the former World champion looks to be in trouble here.

The fans show their appreciation for what they just witnessed as Drake grabs Dom by the hair and waist, rolling him back into the ring before climbing in after him. Harter crawls aimlessly towards the center of the ring, trying to get away from Drake, but Malcolm stalks after him. He grabs Harter by the hair, lifting him upwards--only to get low blowed! The arm being swung upwards into the crotch of the former head crow as Drake is doubled over, a pained expression on his face as Dom scrambles back to his feet. He goes against the ropes for some momentum, coming back and charging at Drake with a knee lift--but Malcolm Drake levels him with a huge roaring elbow!

Clement: TIIIIMMMMBBBEEEERRRR!

Harter falls backwards, seemingly in slow motion, until he hits the mat with a dull thud. All the while Drake looks around at the fans, wondering what to do next. Instinctively he rolls out of the ring and searches under the ring for something; the fans gasp as they see the former head crow hold up a steel chair. A few boos can be heard as Drake tosses the chair over the top rope and into the ring. Harter is beginning to stir once more as Malcolm rolls back into the ring, grabbing up the chair as he wedges it between the top and middle turnbuckles in one corner.

Grayson: See, Malcolm Drake is still the same demented psycho he’s always been, Kevin. He can talk about redemption but he’s going to use that steel chair to try and win this match just like we all expected him to.

The boos continues as Drake looks down contemplatively at the chair wedged in the corner. He pulls at his hair before finally deciding to remove the foreign object, only to be blindsided by a charging Tenacious Little Bastard! Harter clubs him across the back of the head, sending Drake stumbling into the corner. Seemingly on his second win, Dom continues hammering away, driving knees up into the midsection between shots to the back of the head. None of which seem to have the aim of busting Drake open. The referee remains in position to check for the sight of blood, but it’s not forthcoming. Finally, Harter drags his opponent out of the corner and delivers a hard headbutt. Drake reels backwards, clutching at his nose - but still no blood. Another headbutt finds its mark as Drake staggers back again, before being doubled over with a toe kick. An Irish whip sends him hurtling towards the corner, slamming back first into the wedged chair! Drake staggers out towards the center of the ring, straight into the waiting arms of Dom Harter as he lifts him up onto the shoulder…

Grayson: He’s looking for Goodnight to the World!

Harter emits a roar of delight as he readies himself to finally get that desire he’ll derive from driving Drake head first into the canvas - but he takes too long! Drake is allowed to slide down the back, staggering towards the corner as he does so. Harter turns and charges, only to get caught by a drop toe hold, sending him head first into that steel chair! He collapses to the mat, clutching at his forehead as the referee drops to check…

Clement: Is that it? Did that bust Dom open?!

Grayson: The referee says no!

Still no sign of blood as both men are momentarily down. Drake crawls towards one set of ropes, Harter towards the perpendicular set as they use them both use them to regain their vertical bases. Dom, uneasy on his feet, staggers towards the nearest corner, seemingly propping himself up as Drake makes his way over. The fans nearest the corner are shouting something, but Drake can’t make out the words as he grabs Dom from behind, only to get caught by a back elbow. And as Harter follows his opponent out towards the center of the ring he allows the turnbuckle to drop down, leaving the exposed turnbuckle out for all to see. A stiff hook by Dom lands, but Drake fires one right back. Again, Harter swings with all his might, landing a hook across Malcolm’s jaw, but again, Malcolm just fires a matching shot right back! To the two of them go back and forth, trading shots stiff enough that some of the fans in the audience are wincing. Drake looks to be gaining the upper hand, landing successive shots that have Harter reeling. The fans on tenterhooks as Drake swings again - but the shot is blocked as Harter counters with an eye rake.

An Irish whip follows, sending Malcolm back first into the exposed turnbuckle - he howls in pain again as he staggers out towards Dom. Drake soon finds himself on the shoulders of the Tenacious Little Bastard, who drops him face first across the cold steel with a snake eyes!

Clement: Something like that could easily cause a man to bleed…

But the referee has no time to check as Harter goes against the opposite ropes, charging at the dazed Drake with a running jumping knee lift straight to the face! Drake falls, holding his hands up over face as the referee makes the check…

Grayson: Still no blood! And I don’t think Dom can believe this.

“WHY WON’T YOU BLEED YOU F***ING BASTARD!” Dom audibly shouts as he’s kneeling down next to the prone Drake. “BLEED YOU C**T, BLEED!”

Clement: ...we apologize to any young viewers watching.

Harter stands back up and storms across the ring to where the steel chair is still wedged in the corner. It doesn’t budge easily, but he finally pries it loose, holding it up high in the air, drawing a resonating boo from the fans in attendance.

Clement: This can’t bode well for Malcolm Drake.

Harter waits, chair tightly grasped in both hands, his eyes fixed on the stirring Malcolm Drake. There’s a glint in his eyes as he mouths the words get up repeatedly, spittle flying from his lips all the while. Drake staggers and stumbles to his feet, his back to Harter and as he turns...

CRACK! Harter catches Drake full in the face with a vicious chairshot. The former Head Crow crumbles into a heap on the mat, and before the referee can even check to see if Drake is busted open, Harter rains down several more blows with the chair to Drake’s ribs, legs, and head. Swinging repeatedly until the seat of the chair is warped and bent.

The referee intercedes before Harter can strike again to check for blood and… No, Drake’s head is bruised and swollen but still not bleeding!

Clement: My God.

A furious Dom Harter taunts the crowd and Drake while stalking around the ring with the dented chair in his hand. His eyes fixated on Drake, fixated on the former Head Crow as Drake begins to stir. Harter paces back and forth, foaming at the mouth and pounding the seat of the chair with an open hand. “Get up!” he keeps screaming at Drake. Malcolm gets his knees and hands underneath him and pushes up his torso. Harter stops, standing over him, chair at the ready.

Drake's head and chest rise up, leaving him kneeling in front of Harter exposed for the killshot. Drake's eyes open and stare at a smirking, salivating Dom Harter, savoring his moment of triumph. Drake makes no attempt to escape. Instead, he extends his arms out to the sides, palms open. “Do it,” Drake coughs at Harter. “DO IT!” he screams.

Clement: Drake is literally begging Harter to finish him off. This is going to be ugly.

Grayson: Do it already, Harter!

Harter pauses a moment and then spits on Drake, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Drake accepts it unflinchingly. Harter lifts the chair high above his head, all the way up to the full extension of his arms... but Drake pops up and rips off a superkick right to Harter's jaw!

Grayson: NO!

Clement: Shades of Bob Pooler! Paging Dr. Teeth!

The crowd explodes into cheers as both man collapse in a heap with the chair rattling to the mat between them. Drake is the first to stir, his hand reaches out and finds the chair, which he unfolds and uses as a crutch to lift himself to his feet. Once up, he refolds the chair and looks down at the body of Harter. The evil smirk that was so familiar to Drake's victim in his first run in FGA slides across his face as he caresses the chair and positions himself over Harter's prone body.

Clement: Harter appears to be out cold and now Drake has the chair and a clear shot at his former friend and partner.

Grayson: I knew it! I knew it was all a ploy! The old Drake is back! Finish him, Drake!

Drake raises the chair above his head, aiming for Harter's head. But he stops before swinging. His arms shake and his body trembles as he looks down at Harter. Drake lowers the chair, violently shaking his head “no,” before slapping himself in the face and starting to nod vigorously. Drake raises the chair above his head again, but can’t - won’t - pull the trigger.

Clement: For some reason, Drake can’t bring himself to use the chair against Harter.

Grayson: He wants to! And he will. A leopard can’t change his spots and Malcolm Drake can’t change his either.

Drake is still holding the chair above his head, with the crowd waiting in breathless anticipation… but Drake lowers the chair, slowly to the mat... and then cracks himself flush in the face with a self-inflicted chairshot! A monstrous thwack fills the arena, followed by an audible gasp from the crowd.

Drake collapses in a heap next to Harter, a giant gash opened up on Drake's own forehead, as blood starts to leak out over his face and onto the mat. The referee calls for the bell as the crowd falls silent…

Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … DOM HARTER!!!

‘Low Self Opinion’ begins to play throughout the D.C. Armory as Harter begins to stir, unaware of exactly what just happened. He glances down at the body of Malcolm Drake next to him; the crimson blood pouring from the open head wound immediately noticeable as Dom screams “NOOOOO!” and some expletives as he pounds his fists against the mat. Frustrated, he runs his hands through his hair before he throws himself down across Drake, wailing away with rights and lefts as the referee intervenes, pushing The Tenacious Little Bastard away.

Clement: He can’t believe what he’s seeing…

Grayson: Harter wanted to make Drake bleed more than anything, Kevin. He did not get that satisfaction tonight...

Harter rolls out of the ring, his hand clasped behind his head as he screams several expletives at the top of his lungs, all of them aimed at Malcolm Drake. A swift kick to the guardrail later and Dom begins to head back up the aisle, never taking his eyes off the ring as Malcolm Drake begins to stir; his face a crimson mask as the blood has really begun to flow. There’s sorrow in those sunken eyes as the former head crow looks forlornly up the aisle, keeping his gaze on Dom until he disappears behind the black curtain.

[FGA Office]

Clement: We've just had word... it sounds like something is about to kick off backstage! We're trying to get a camera there...

(A couple of seconds later we do indeed cut to a camera somewhere in the bowels of the building, where two people stand a few feet apart - eyes locked on each other, tension so thick the scene almost has a heat haze over it.

On the left, hair over his eyes and a bloody towel in his hands, Malcolm Drake.

On the right, FGA World Tag Team Championship dangling by her side, Laurel Anne Hardy.)

Clement: Oh my god...

Grayson: It was only a matter of time before these two ran into each other again.

Clement: It's not exactly a secret that Drake and Hardy have a mutual burning loathing, and have since the day they met. This time last year they were chasing each other halfway around the world just to screw with each other! It doesn't even make sense; there's no particular professional rivalry, no personal issues involved. They just flat out love to destroy each other.

Grayson: Malcolm Drake. Laurel Anne Hardy. And you expect it to make sense!? We have a lot of crazy people in FGA but these two are at the top of the pile... and they amplify each other's crazy. In fact, I think this is already the longest they've ever been in the same room without it getting smashed up.

(A crowd is forming around them, holding its collective breath as the two-time Tag Team Champion and the current Tag Team Champion stare at each other like gunslingers. As Drake opens his mouth, we hear gasps from around the room, intensifying until he finally says: )

Malcolm Drake: ‘Ello, love.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Normally, I’d ask where Dom and Bob are gonna jump me from. But unless you guys are better actors than I gave you credit for, I guess I don’t have to worry about that for once.

(Drake smirks before dabbing the red-soaked towel against his forehead.)

Malcolm Drake: Just you and me, Sunshine. The way you like it. Though, I’m sure you’ve got more pressing issues than me, hmmm?

(With his free hand, Drake points at Hardy’s FGA Mid-Atlantic tag title belt - the same belt that Drake carved a scar into during his time as champion. Laurel traces her finger down the gouge idly, navigating between the glitter stickers which form her own contribution to its design.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah.

(And then she laughs her laugh when she finds something funny and not remotely enjoyable.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Guess this is kind of a symbol of you and Dom’s relationship, too. Not just mine and Annie’s.

(Drake grimaces, a rare outward showing of emotion.)

Malcolm Drake: Thankfully your… contributions can be removed when I take it back.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Don’t be so sure. I used glitter glue.

(She smirks slightly.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Anyway… who you expecting to team with, exactly?

Malcolm Drake: Oh, you’ve got more important things to worry about than that. I’ll be seeing you around, love.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeeep… sure we will see each other round again, one day. And not just in a tag match.

(Hardy transfers the title to her other hand, throwing it over her shoulder.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: We both know that.

(Drake smirks and turns to leave, but not before offering some parting words…)

Malcolm Drake: My dance card is full for the foreseeable future. But don’t worry. I’ve got the last dance… saved for you.

(Hardy turns to leave too, but keeps her burning-cold eyes on him.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Likewise. And… assuming this ain’t the end of it… good luck against Dom.

(...it’s actually quite hard to tell whether that last bit is meant sincerely or sarcastically. Either way, the two turn and depart in different directions and the assembled throng slowly dissipates, unable to quite believe what it’s just seen.)

[FGA Office]

World Tag Team Championship Match
(c) Sparklebuddies vs. The Black Hand

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

Cruz: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the FGA World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 455 pounds! They are the team of Chris “Mayhem” Madison and “The American Highlife” Tommy Knox… THE BLACK HAND!

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

Clement: Since coming to FGA, The Black Hand has strong-armed their way into this Tag Team Title Match. They brutalized Annie Zellor. They attacked Chaz Holiday and then Evangelista. They say they only want the gold. But instead, they’ve incurred the wrath of Laurel Anne Hardy because now, this is personal.

Grayson: You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit in the wind. And you try not to piss off Laurel Anne Hardy because we all know how mentally unstable she is. But who knows, maybe this is all apart of the plan. Maybe having Laurel on edge will give The Black Hand the edge in this title match. Chris Madison and Tommy Knox have shown that they will do anything within their power to win and to make a statement. Let’s see what these two have in store tonight...

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

Cruz: And their opponents! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 263 pounds! They are the team of Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor… the SPARKLEBUDDIES!

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

Clement: The Sparklebuddies got a small measure of payback as it was Laurel that attacked Tommy Knox at the last DVD Taping. But knowing Laurel how I think I know her, that didn’t satisfy her.

Grayson: I highly doubt it, too. But like I said, maybe this is what The Black Hand want. Maybe they want crazy Laurel. Maybe they want her to be so off her game that it ends up costing The Sparklebuddies this match.

The bell sounds as Hardy and Madison start things off. The two vets are nose to nose as a lot of talk is said back and forth. Just then, Madison shoves Hardy in the face, which elicited boos from the crowd.

Clement: Oh boy...

Hardy goes to respond with a punch to the face. But Madison cuts her off with a kick to the midsection. He then continues his attack with a series of forearm strikes to the face. After grabbing Hardy by the arm, Madison shoots her into the ropes. When Hardy comes back, she slides through Madison’s legs. When Madison turns around, Hardy quickly gets up and connects with a basement dropkick. After Madison gets knocked down to one knee, Hardy gets back up and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she nails Madison in the face with a Shining Enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. Hardy makes the cover.

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Madison kicks out.

Hardy picks up Madison and moves him into the corner. Once in the corner, Hardy unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts that nearly drive all the air out of Madison. She then takes Madison and goes for an irish whip. But Madison uses his free arm to hang onto the ropes. So Hardy tightens her grip and goes for another irish whip. But again, Madison hangs onto the top rope. So Hardy lets go and responds with a kick to the midsection, followed by a right hand to the face. Hardy rears back and nails Madison in the face again. Hardy then continues to hit Madison with hands as the strikes increase in speed. While Madison is dazed, Hardy takes Madison and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and goes for a cartwheel into a leg lariat. But Madison catches her in mid air…

Grayson: She’s in trouble now...

Madison runs from out of the corner and goes for a powerbomb. But Hardy counters with a hurricanrana as the crowd cheers. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Madison kicks out.

After picking Madison up, Hardy wrings his arm, drags him over towards the Sparklebuddies corner and tags in Annie Zellor.

Clement: Here comes Annie Zellor, who was the initial target of The Black Hand.

The crowd cheers once Annie slingshots herself into the ring. She quickly kicks Madison in the midsection. Once Madison is doubled over, the Sparklebuddies deliver a double facebuster to cheers from the crowd. Hardy then heads to the outside as Annie pushes over Madison and makes the cover.

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Madison kicks out.

Annie brings Madison back to his feet and wrings his arm. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Madison declines. Upon hearing that, Annie goes to wring his arm again. But just as she turns, she’s met with a kick to the midsection. Madison then takes Annie by the arm and applies an arm wringer of his own. But Annie is able to roll forward, lean back, kips up, swat Madison’s arm away and follow up with a dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Madison gets back up, but Annie delivers another dropkick that knocks Madison off his feet. As Madison gets back up to a vertical base, Annie brings him back down with a headscissors takeover. She makes the cover.

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Madison kicks out.

Annie picks up Madison and goes for an irish whip. But Madison reverses, sending Annie into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Madison throws out a clothesline. But Annie ducks and runs into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Madison leaps up and pounces on her with a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd continues to boo as Madison lunges down, delivering 12-to-6 elbows to the face. He quickly makes the cover.

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

As Hardy heads back to the outside, Madison picks up Annie, runs into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. He then reaches over and tags in Tommy Knox.

Clement: Tommy Knox was the “victim” of that attack by Laurel Anne Hardy two weeks ago. Let’s see how that leg of his is holding up.

The crowd boos as Knox gets in, turns Annie around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then moves Annie from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Knox bends over to set up a back body drop. But Annie counters with a knee lift, followed by a sitout jawbreaker. As Knox is dazed, Annie gets back up runs into the ropes, where Hardy makes the blind tag. When Annie comes back, she slides through Knox’s legs. Before Knox can even turn around, the Sparklebuddies take him down with a high hadouken/low leg sweep combo to cheers from the crowd. Hardy makes the cover.

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Knox gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The Sparklebuddies are taking it to The Black Hand tonight. The champs seem to be just a step faster.

Grayson: Well, they are faster. But after everything that’s gone done over the past several weeks, I’m sure the champs have been chomping at the bit to take it to The Black Hand.

Hardy picks up Knox and whips him hard into the corner. As Knox stumbles out, Hardy delivers a frankensteiner. While Knox is down, Hardy steps through the ropes and goes for a springboard corkscrew senton. But Knox rolls out of the way, causing Hardy to crash down across them.

Grayson: Another unnecessary move there by Laurel Anne Hardy. She barely escaped being powerbomb before. But this time, Knox was able to move out of the way of another one of her flippy moves.

The crowd boos as Hardy can be seen arching her back in pain. The boos continue as Knox goes over and puts the boots to Hardy. After pulling her back up to her feet, Knox scoops her up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Hardy gets her shoulder up.

Knox picks up Hardy and whips her into the corner. He then runs into the corner, but Hardy nails him with an elbow to the face. As Knox stumbles back, Hardy turns around, springboards onto the second rope and connects with a diving back elbow. She makes the cover.

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Knox kicks out.

Hardy picks up Knox and goes for an irish whip. But Knox reverses, sending Hardy into the ropes, where Madison knees her from behind. The crowd boos as Hardy stumbles away from the ropes. Madison can be heard barking insults at her. But the boos quickly turn back to cheers once Hardy connects with a Pele Kick, sending Madison off the apron and to the floor.

Clement: Madison tried to talk smack behind Laurel’s back. But he quickly got shut up with that Pele Kick.

As Hardy turns to yell at Madison, Knox comes up from behind, drags Hardy away from the ropes and follows up with a German Suplex. Knox then crawls over and makes the cover.

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Hardy gets her shoulder up.

Knox picks up Hardy and whips her into the ropes. When Hardy comes back, Knox picks her up and lifts her over his head. The crowd begins to boo as Knox military presses Hardy across the ring. But the boos turn to cheers as Annie goes over and connects with a dropkick, dropping Hardy on top of Knox as Knox falls to the canvas. She hooks the leg.

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Knox gets his shoulder up.

Clement: The Sparklebuddies nearly got the pin there...

Grayson: … after the illegal interference from Annie Zellor, mind you.

Hardy picks up Knox and whips him into the corner. Hardy then runs across the ring, but Knox nails her with an elbow to the face. He then turns to sucker punch Annie, but Annie ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. As Knox stumbles back, Hardy grabs him from behind and plants him with a full nelson facebuster. She turns him over and makes the cover.

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Knox gets his shoulder up.

Hardy goes over and tags Annie back in.

Once Annie gets in, Hardy picks up Knox and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a splash. After Hardy moves out of the way, Annie connects with a splash of her own to cheers from the crowd. She then takes Knox and whips into the opposite corner. Annie runs across the ring and goes for a discus clothesline. But Knox nails her with a boot to the face, knocking her down. He then reaches down and floats over with a jackknife pin.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Clement: Nice counter there by Knox, but it only gets two. What does The Black Hand need to do to gain control of this match.

Grayson: For starters, cut off the ring. The Sparklebuddies have been tagging in and out since the opening bell. They’ve got to stop that. Speaking of stopping, they need to put the brakes on this match. Take out a leg. Toss one of them to the outside. They’ve got to do something because right now, Laurel and Annie are running circles around them. Speed is not The Black Hand’s game and it’s showing right now.

Knox picks up Annie, places her in a side headlock and rakes her eyes along the top rope to boos from the crowd. Once Knox lets go, Annie stumbles over into the Black Hand corner. Knox then tags out to Madison.

Once Madison gets in, he turns Annie around and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts. He then stands Annie back up and chokes her with both hands. The ref gives him until the count of five to let go.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIV--

As Madison lets go, the ref scolds him for not letting go fast enough. While the ref’s back is turned, Knox tags the tag rope and chokes Annie with it from behind. The crowd boos as Annie can be seen flailing her arms around.

Clement: Look, ref, turn around! Turn around!

Enraged, Hardy rushes into the ring to stop this. But the ref holds her back. As Hardy tries to maneuver her way around the ref, The Black Hand double team Annie in the corner.

Grayson: Now we’re talking!

Clement: The Black Hand are doing a number on poor Annie Zellor and the ref is none the wiser!

After Hardy reluctantly heads back to the outside, Knox swaps spots with Madison. After bringing Annie from out of the corner, Knox whips her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Knox throws her down with a t-bone suplex. He hooks the leg…

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Knox picks up Annie, moves her into the ropes and tags Madison back in. When Madison gets in, The Black Hand take Annie and whip her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, The Black Hand throw her down with a double northern lights suplex to boos from the crowd. As Knox heads back out, Madison looks over at Laurel as he playfully kicks Annie on the side of the head. He then drops down and makes the cover.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

Madison gets up and tags Knox back in. Once Knox gets in, The Black Hand pick up Annie and whip her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, they deliver a double pancake. As Madison heads back out, Knox looks over at Laurel before kicking Annie in the ribs, knocking her over onto her back. He then drops down and makes the cover.

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Annie gets her shoulder up.

After Knox leans Annie up against the ropes and tags Madison back in, The Black Hand takes Annie and whip her into the ropes. When Annie comes back, The Black Hand go for a double clothesline. But Annie ducks and runs into the ropes. When Annie comes back, she knocks both men down with a cross body block to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: There you go, Annie!

When Madison gets up, Annie meets him with a shoot kick to the midsection, followed by a sitout facebuster to cheers from the crowd. When Annie gets up and turns around, she turns into a kick from Knox. He then goes to lift her up for a vertical suplex. But Annie slips down from behind. After turning Knox around, Annie gives him a kick of her own and follows up with a sitout jawbreaker. While Knox is dazed, Annie runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a wheelbarrow bulldog. But Knox shoves her off of him and over to Madison, who catches her on his shoulders and then throws her down with the Backiotomy to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: How about that counter!

As Knox heads out, Madison makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Annie gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Madison picks up Annie and applies a crossface chickenwing.

Clement: This isn’t good, Evan.

Grayson: No it’s not...

The ref asks Annie if she wants to quit. When she declines, Madison follows up with a Millennium Suplex to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Annie gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Madison sits up Annie and applies sleeper holder. The ref asks Annie if she wants to give up. but Annie wags her finger at him.

Clement: Annie’s been taking a beating for the last several minutes of this match. But how much longer can she hold on for?

Grayson: She’s got to tag out to Laurel...

Hardy stomps her feet on the apron as she tries to start up an “Annie!” chant. Meanwhile, Madison leans on Annie, applying even more pressure.

Crowd: ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE!...

Annie begins to shake her arms in unison with the chants. She slowly turns over onto her knees as Madison shakes his head in disbelief. After getting back to a vertical base, Annie nails Madison with five elbows to the gut, breaking the hold. Annie then goes to turn towards Hardy. But Madison reaches out and applies a waist lock from behind. Annie can be seen trying to stretch her arms out. But Madison’s got her held tight.

Clement: Annie’s desperately trying to make the tag! But Madison’s holding her back with all his might!

While Madison still has the waist lock applied from behind, Knox quickly gets in the ring and helps Madison deliver a clothesline/German Suplex combo to boos from the crowd. As Knox heads back out, Madison makes the cover.

Clement: That’s got to be it right there!

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Annie gets her shoulder up. Knox can’t believe it. Madison then slaps his hand three times on the canvas before turning to look at the ref.

Madison picks up Annie and goes for a Dragon Suplex. But Annie counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll…

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Madison kicks out.

Clement: Madison just escapes!

Both grapplers get back to their feet, but Annie quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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Madison kicks out.

Clement: Another nearfall for Annie!

After both grapplers get back to their feet, Madison runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Annie ducks and counters with a crucifix pin.

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Madison kicks out.

Clement: And ANOTHER nearfall for Annie!

As Madison gets up, he’s met with a knee strike to the midsection from Annie. She then goes for a bulldog. But Madison shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Annie comes back, Madison throws her down with a wrist-clutch exploder suplex. While Annie’s down, Madison stumbles over and tags in Knox. Knox then springboards to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a guillotine leg drop to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Annie gets her shoulder up as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Grayson: What is it going to take to put that little runt away!?

Knox reaches down, grabs Annie by her hair and slowly pulls her back up. The crowd boos as Knox can be seen yanking Annie by her hair as he yells at her. With a sneer, Tommy slaps Annie in the cheek so hard her chin jerks past her shoulder. He moves forward, backing her up, smearing his palm into her face and taunting her with more slaps - light, this time, but in such a way as to make them even more disrespectful.

Clement: Come on, Knox, enough’s enough! This isn’t necessary!

Hardy sees what's happening and her face breaks into an instant thunderhead of rage. She roars as she pounces forward, spearing Knox almost in half! She drives him back into the corner and with furious speed rams his head against the ringpost with both hands, then pushes him to the mat and starts laying in volley after volley of closed fists.

Clement: Hardy's been talking for a long time about holding back what's inside her…

Grayson: She’s snapped again!

On instinct, Tommy rolls onto his front to try to protect his face from Hardy's fists, but she drags his arms up behind him and plants him with a vicious curb stomp before the commentators can even call the move. Then she drags him to the edge of the ring and shoves him over the bottom rope so that his throat is resting on it. Again, by the time Kevin Clement has opened his mouth, she's already driving her heel into the back of Knox's neck.

Clement: Rope-hung curb stomp! His damn windpipe might be crushed!

She stomps on the back of his neck over and over, until Madison grabs Hardy from behind in a sleeper-like hold to haul her away. In her rage, she kicks and struggles to no avail, then snarls and sinks her teeth into his forearm!

Grayson: This woman has lost her damn mind! Someone needs to get the white coats out here now!

As Madison clutches his arm as he stumbles away, Hardy runs back over to attack. She then darts over for another spear. But Madison dives out of the way, causing the ref to get nearly speared in half.

Clement: Laurel just speared the referee!

Grayson: On purpose, mind you!

Clement: What!? She did not!

Laurel then marches back over to attack Madison, but Madison quickly rolls to the outside. Annie then grabs onto Laurel from behind to try and calm her down. As the ref slowly turns over, he looks towards the outside and signals for the bell.

Clement: What’s going on here?

Grayson: I’m just a confused as you are.

Manny Cruz heads over to the official, who has slowly made his way over towards the bottom rope. After giving the announcer his decision, cruz makes the announcement.

Cruz: Ladies and gentleman, here are your winners………. by Disqualification… THE BLACK HAND!

The crowd erupts in boos as The Black Hand regroup on the outside. The two men continue to make their way down the aisle….

Cruz: However, STILL your World Tag Team Champions, the SPARKLEBUDDIES!

Clement: The Black Hand have won here. The ref disqualified the Sparklebuddies after Laurel accidentally nailed the referee with that spear meant for Chris Madison. Madison and Knox get the win. But the Sparklebuddies retain, since the titles can’t change hands on a disqualification or count out.

Grayson: No, no, no. There was nothing accidental about it. Laurel Anne Hardy lost her mind. She speared the referee on purpose. Once again, Laurel has show that she’s absolutely insane. We saw what she did to Chandler Scott two weeks ago. We saw what she did to Tommy Knox backstage two weeks ago. Now here she is again, showing the world just how unstable she is.