Third Year Anniversary Show (11.22.14)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Jersey City Armory
Jersey City, NJ

"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 slowly walks down to the ring. As he slide in, he is handed a microphone.

He looks out and smiles at the crowd.

Riley Owens: My my, it’s been a while since I’ve been out here to talk. I’ve missed you all.

The crowd cheers a bit.

Riley Owens: Now, I’m sure you all can imagine why I’m out here―Jimmy Page.

The crowd lets a out a boo.

Riley Owens: You know, I actually feel a bit sorry for you. Week in and week out, you slink your ass down to this ring, and you give one of your pitiful, “I just want love” promos. Week in and week out you come out here and tell the same sad story: “Cordy doesn’t love me and I just want to be fulfilled.”

Riley shakes his head.

Riley Owens: Honestly, Jimmy, it’s easy to see why she doesn’t love you―it’s because you’re pathetic!

Collectively, there is a gasp that moves throughout the crowd.

Riley Owens: At one point in time, we all thought Jimmy Page was a ruthless monster. But, that just isn’t the case now is it? Because now…

Jimmy marches out from the back, no music. Fans start a constant wave of negative energy towards the FGA world champion. Page ignores it, sliding into the ring and demanding a microphone. He snatches it from the stagehand and glares at Owens.

Jimmy Page: Stop it. Stop it right now, stop tormenting me, stop mocking me, STOP IT!!! I-I-I don’t know what you want from me. Maybe getting beat by me so many times has scrambled your fucking brain. Maybe you want a deathwish, maybe you just like to see me SQUIRM; But whatever it is Owens it stops NOW, so Owens, I’m going to ask you this one more time, and I really do think you should take my advice here: STOP. IT.

Jimmy’s face shows clear signs that he’s frustrated, tired, and maybe had a bit of a hangover. He glares Riley down, looking him in his eyes, not budging from his position. Riley takes a step forward; a sign that he’s not backing down either.

Riley Owens: “Stop tormenting me, stop mocking me.” I’ll bet you’ve uttered that phrase many times before haven’t you?

Riley shakes his head.

Riley Owens: But, you’re mistaken Jimmy. I’m not a bully from your demented past; nor am I your tormentor. What I am...is a guy who isn’t afraid of you; what I am, is a guy who is tired of all your shit, just like all of these fans.

The crowd lets out a cheer. Page forces a grin on his face, it wasn’t much a grin, more like him gritting his teeth. Jimmy claws back his hair, then begins to claw at his face as he paces the ring. He stops and turns his back on Riley, leaning on the ropes.

Jimmy Page: You wanna know what I get tired of th-these PARAGONS. These SELF RIGHTEOUS bastards who think they know everything. You think you know me, you think you understand me, you look at me and you scowl because YEARS AGO, the HONORABLE, RUTHLESS, FIGHTER that is Riley Owens could’ve been a fleshy SHELL just like I am. And you rub it in my face! YES! Riley Owens is better than me in any way, shape, or FORM and he can’t just have that no; It’s not enough. Pride Championship took it from me after so many tries of fighting me. Records? You even have those. THE RILEY OWENS...ladies and gentlemen, but….you see….

Jimmy pauses for a moment, turning back to Owens, digging into his messy hair as he continues to stare at his future opponent.

Jimmy Page: Riley Owens, can say what he wants, he can be the HERO that these people want; RILEY OWENS fights for the people, he is everything that Jimmy Page is not. And you can LIE...TO YOURSELF OWENS, YOU CAN DENY IT BUT YOU KNOW...a little bit of you wish you were me. I’m got so many corpses laying around me I should’ve opened up a fucking morgue. EACH...AND EVERY...TIME….I have been the status quo for FGA, I took that over when the powers at be fucked Chris Q over. I HAVE BEEN THE BIG BAD!!! And so you’re jealous, ooooh it seeps through your fucking skin. Can’t stand it, makes you bitter, makes you angry, makes you wanna LASH OUT; UNLEASH something primal inside of you; You can lie and say you’ve got a killer instinct, but between you and me you are the BETA in this giant PACK of wolves who are ALPHA AND OMEGA!! So what do you do to me? You take….

Jimmy points to the back.

Jimmy Page: HER!!! THE ONE THAT I TRY AND CONVINCE MYSELF I DO NOT LOVE, I AM TRYING….OWENS...TRYING AND YOU KEEP PUSHING ME!!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?! THIS--

Page shoves the belt into Riley’s face, showing it to him.

Jimmy Page: Want it? Huh?! YOU WANT THIS?! THIS BELT, is ALL you care about and you can believe you are a better man than me, but you aren’t. You...are just as conniving and manipulative as me. You would use her love, trust, and friendship for this belt--you…

Page scoffs, fighting back his need to hurt Owens who’s smirking at him, bearing down his teeth as his eyes wander into Page’s.

Jimmy Page: Are even lower...than me…

A few a seconds, Riley begins to laugh.

Riley Owens: Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, and here I thought this match was about some kind of mutual hatred; or, competition at the very least. However, it seems I’ve been mistaken; because in your mind so hell-bent on gaining Cordy’s approval.

Riley shakes his head.

Riley Owens: Let’s me ask you something Jimmy. If I’m the Beta, if I’m just some guy that you defeated...why do I get under your skin. And more importantly, why are you jealous of me?

Riley holds up a finger.

Riley Owens: I’ll answer that question for you Jimmy; no need to fear. The answer is quite simple―I’m everything that you wish you were! You want the adoration of all the fans, instead of the chorus of hatred. You want to live in glorious Miami, instead of America’s shithole. You wish you had a family who cares for you, and friends you have your back. And, you wish you had a girlfriend, one who understands you and your passion for the Business! But instead, you’ve got to settle for cheap ass and even cheaper booze to cope with life―your breath is still wrecking of both by the way.

There’s a slight murmur throughout the crowd.

Riley Owens: You’ve heard of my story before Jimmy. Situational wise, you and I grew up similarly. But unlike you, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to be the piece of shit that everyone expected me to be. I took ahold of my Destiny and I controlled it; that’s how I got to where I am. You envy me Jimmy! You wish you were Riley Owens!

Riley takes a step back as he nods his head.

Riley Owens: You aren’t an Alpha Jimmy. You’re not a Beta; Hell, you aren’t even an Omega. You're filth; you’re scum! But most importantly, you don’t deserve to be holding that FGA World Heavyweight title. FGA deserves an honorable champion! And the People…

Riley points to the crowd.

Riley Owens: Those fans out there―they’ve been demanding for you to be knocked off of your throne!

Riley walks and gets back in Jimmy’s face.

Riley Owens: And, if history serves correctly, I’m just the man for the job!

Page glares Owens down, he drops the mic, dragging the FGA World Championship behind him, turning his back on Owens. “Yeah, just run away Page!!” Owens exclaims at the champion as he puts up little to no fight against Riley’s words. The scene watches Riley stare at a defeated Page heads to the back...

[FGA Office]

Flashback - 12.14.11

[ The scene fades open to the camera panning throughout the crowd inside the Inman Sports Club in Edison, New Jersey. Fans can be seen on their feet cheering and applauding. The fans along the front row can be seen frantically slapping the barricade. The scene then cuts to an area backstage, where play-by-play announcer Sam Roberts is standing by... ]

Sam Roberts: Welcome, wrestling fans, to the premier edition on Wednesday Weekly Combat! I am Sam Roberts, your play-by-play man for all of tonight's action. Here at FRONTIER Grappling Arts, we aim to give you, the wrestling fans out there, some of the best in-ring action around.

Ace Andrews vs. Preston Blake

Ace bounces off the canvas and rolls back over, clutching his arm in pain. Preston immediately gets up, picks up Ace and grabs him from behind, applying a Crossface Chickenwing. Boos can be heard throughout the crowd. Ace tries to fight it off. He reaches his arm out, trying to grab the ropes. But he's nowhere near them. Preston then brings Ace down to the canvas and locks on a bodyscisors as well. The crowd continues to boo. The ref asks Ace if he wants to give up. Ace initially resists. But the pain becomes too much for him and he taps out on the canvas. The referee calls for the bell.

Cruz: Here is your winner by submission, PRESTON BLAKE!

Evan Bodom vs. Chandler Scott

This causes Alexis to run around the ring towards her. Back in the ring, Evan tries to lift Chandler up. But Chandler reverses with a desperation back body drop. When Evan gets up and turns around, Chandler nails him with a swift kick below the belt, resulting in boos from the crowd. The ref then turns around and sees Evan down in pain. While Evan is doubled over, Chandler clobbers him in the side of the head with the Harvard Hammer, knocking him down. The crowd boos as he pushes Evan over and makes the cover. 1................................2......................3.

Cruz: Here is your winner by pinfall, CHANDLER SCOTT!

James Weck vs. Jared James

Jared picks up Weck and goes for an irish whip, but Weck reverses, sending Jared into the ropes. When Jared comes back, Weck goes for a clothesline. But Jared ducks, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin. 1...........................2...............Weck gets his shoulder up. Both men get up, but Jared quickly rolls him up with a small package. 1...........................2................Weck kicks out. When both men get up, Weck quickly runs over for a clothesline. But Jared ducks and counters with a schoolboy roll-up. 1............................2.............Weck kicks out. When both wrestlers get up, Weck quickly reaches out and rakes Jared across the eyes, sending him down to one knee. The crowd boos. Weck then picks up Jared and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Jared stumbles back, Weck grabs him from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But Jared lands safely on his feet. When Weck turns around, Jared nails him with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. Jared picks up Weck, runs across the ring and brings him down with a running bulldog. The crowd cheers. Jared points to the top rope to cheers from the crowd. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying headbutt. The crowd cheers. Jared then picks up Weck, places him in position and takes him down with the I-35 Drive. The crowd cheers. He makes the cover. 1...............................2........................3.

Cruz: Here is your winner by pinfall, JARED JAMES!

Blaine Harrison - The other day I put pen to paper and signed a contract to wrestle for FRONTIER Grappling Arts--a little too late to make my debut here in Edison--but next week, I'll be ready to make my in-ring debut. Step one on my plan to become the best pro wrestler I can be; to try and climb to the top of FGA just like I try to do everywhere I go.

Jenny Zellor - That's right.

Blaine Harrison - So one day I can take on the likes of James Weck or Jared James, maybe take on The Harvard Connection or Evan Bodom and show them what I can do in that ring. And I know what you're thinking; I'll admit I'm not the biggest guy out there. I'm not the strongest, I may not be the fastest and Jared James can probably fly further than I can...

Jenny Zellor - But you make up for it in heart.

[Blaine laughs to himself.]

Blaine Harrison - I do. I'm practically the living embodiment of the cliché, "it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog", I mean, every time I step into that ring I will give it my all. I will fight with everything I've got! So next week, when I make my in-ring debut here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts, I'll show my opponent, I'll show my fans exactly what Blaine Harrison is all about.

[FGA Office]

Jake Wylde vs. Dwight Lights

Electro-convulsive therapy… Part One.

As soon as the message plays “The Negative One” hits through the P.A system (00:27), and Dwight Lights briskly marches out from the back and into the spotlight, focused only on the ring in front of him and not too caring for the crowd, his eyes lit and wild, grinning maniacally.

J.A. Aldridge: The following is your opening contest of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Brighton, South Australia! Weighing in at 235 pounds... DWIGHT LIGHTS!

Reaching the foot of the ramp, Dwight picks up speed and dashes into a reverse slide in the ring, counting the arena lights. Satisfied, Dwight simply kips-up and slouches back against the turnbuckle behind him, absolutely beaming.

“Even Flow” by Pearl Jam hits, and the crowd begins to boo instantly. Jake Wylde makes his way from the back pushing the curtains aside, taking a drink from his water bottle and dumping some on his head. He runs his hands through his hair and over his face, looking at the fans with a look of disgust.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, now residing out of Lockport, New York! Weighing in at 202 pounds! He is "The Infection," JAKE WYLDE!

He mocks some, keeping his distance from them before sliding onto the apron. He sits there, back to the ropes looking at the fans on both sides of the ring, shaking his head. He hops up, and climbs into the ring getting ready for battle.

Summary: The bell sounds as Wylde immediately blindsides Dwight with a clothesline from behind. After putting the boots to Dwight, Wylde picks him up and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. On the outside, Wylde picks up Dwight and drops him with a snake eyes across the top of the guardrail. He then hammers away with repeated forearms and elbows to the face. After a piledriver onto the floor, Wylde picks up Dwight and rolls him back into the ring. Dwight tries to get back to his feet, but Wylde springboards to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and drives him down with a curb stop. After whipping Dwight into the corner, Wylde runs across the ring and connects with a drive-by kick. Dwight then brings a groggy Dwight from out of the corner, grabs him from behind and brings him down with The Rejection. He makes the cover for the one, two, three.

Winner: Dwight Lights

[FGA Office]

Flashback - Winter/Spring 2012

2012: A New Oddyssey
Finals of the Chase for the Crown Tournament
Jared James vs. Michael Tomkins

Tomkins picks up Jared and whips him into the corner. Tomkins charges, but ends up eating an elbow to the face. Jared then hoists himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, grabs Tomkins and goes for a tornado DDT. Tomkins pushes him off in mid air. But Jared lands safely on his feet. As Tomkins moves out of the corner. Jared throws a kick, but Tomkins catches his foot. However, Jared counters with an enziguiri, knocking him down. Jared makes the cover. 1...............................2................. Tomkins gets his shoulder up. Jared picks picks up Tomkins, places him in a side headlock and goes for a running bulldog. But Tomkins shoves him off of him and into the ropes. When Jared comes back, he knocks Tomkins down with a spinning heel kick. Tomkins gets up, but Jared knocks him down with a spinning roundhouse kick. He then picks up Tomkins, runs and takes him down with a bulldog. Jared then points to the top rope. The crowd cheers. So Jared steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He then leaps off and connects with a flying headbutt. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Diving headbutt! You know what's left after this....

Grayson: I do, which is why not having Timmy Brown here stinks for Tomkins. Right about now, Timmy would be drawing all the attention away, leaving Tomkins to do whatever he needed to do to win.

Jared gets up and slowly makes his way across the ring. He crouches down and waits for Tomkins to get up. When Tomkins finally gets up and turns around, Jared kicks him in the midsection and goes for the I-35 Drive. But Tomkins rolls through it, lifts up Jared and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He then nails Jared with a roundhouse kick, followed by a spinning back fist. He then kicks Jared in the midsection, turns him around, grabs him from behind and delivers the Epica. The crowd cheers. Tomkins then picks up Jared, scoops him up and throws him down with the Finishing Touch. He hooks the leg. 1...............................2.........................3. The crowd cheers.

Cruz: Here is your Chase for the Crown tournament winner.............. and NEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Clement: Michael Tomkins has done it! He defied all odds tonight and is now the Champion!

"Hey Ho Let's Go" plays as Michael Tomkins rolls off of Jared onto his knees, with a look of disbelief. The referee hands him his Championship Belt, which he stares at, mouth open in wonder. Then he hops up to his feet with a burst of energy and raises the strap above his head, to a huge pop from the crowd. He runs to one side of the ring, bending his arms, only to raise the belt up again to a huge pop from that side, proceeding to repeat this on all sides of the ring. Michael Tomkins falls back down to his knees, holding it tight to his chest. His eyes close, the moment really meaning the world to him. Finally he stands, to loud chants of “Tomkins… Tomkins… Tomkins.” The camera picks up on him mouthing the words “hand me a mic.”

Grayson: Let’s see what the Champion has to say.

Tomkins: I just have to say, this is the greatest night of my life. The rookie from England is your Heavyweight Champion. I know what I said before, that I could win this thing. But when it actually happens… It’s just a lot to take in. So, my first act as Champion, despite what happened earlier, is to say this. Tim, I’m sorry. I had to prove that I could do this by myself. My emotions were high earlier. But this is for you, mate. You taught me everything about wrestling. You’re like a father to me. And now, that’s out of the way. So, there’s one thing left to do… PARTY!

(There is another huge pop from the crowd as Michael Tomkins drops the mic and runs up to the turnbuckle. Once again he holds the Belt above his head to even louder cheering. There is a slight disturbance from the crowd behind him as someone jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring.)

Roberts: That’s? That’s Micky O’Reilly! New signing to Frontier. What’s he doing here?

Grayson: Something tells me he's not here to extend his congratulations....

(Tomkins is caught off guard as the slightly larger Irishman locks in the “Celtic Knot” and drags him down from the turnbuckle, causing him to drop the belt into the ring in the process. Tomkins can’t fight out of it, after three matches worth of damage already suffered tonight.)

Clement: Now this is just wrong! Get off him! He’s got no business being out here and manhandling the Champion!

(O’Reilly releases the hold with one arm, turning Tomkins around to face him before lifting him up onto his shoulders and nailing him with “Murphy’s Law,” landing on top of the Championship Belt.)

Clement: O’Reilly just hit Tomkins with “Murphy’s Law!” But why? I heard he was one of the good guys! What the hell is he doing?!

Micky O’Reilly stands over the Champion, staring down at him as the FGA Logo appears.

Flashback - 2.22.12

Blaine: Wow! I have to say, Justice, I didn't expect that when I came out here tonight. When I first signed for FGA I said it was aim, my intention to become the FGA Champion and it just goes to show you what hard work and determination can get you--

?: Enough, enough, ENOUGH!

(Out from the back walks Preston Blake to boos from the crowd. Accompanying him are his Harvard Connection cohorts, Chandler Scott and Madison Stewart.)

Preston: I hate to break up this little love fest you guys have going on. But please, enough is enough. No one cares about this little lover's quarrel between Blaine Harrison and Jared James. But more importantly, nobody cares about you, Blaine!

(In the ring Blaine is visibly seething as the crowd boos. A “You Suck” chant soon starts up. But Preston just smiles.)

Preston: Blaine, I hear you in there lying about how you couldn't break up the pin in time. But in my mind, I think you didn't want to break up the pin! I think you wanted Jared to lose! You could have easily kicked me away from you and gotten yourself free. But when I grabbed onto your leg, I gave you the perfect excuse to stand by and watch your “good friend” lose. So just drop the act for once and admit the truth.

(The crowd continues to boo while Chandler and Madison applaud Preston.)

Preston: But enough about that. Let's talk about this travesty that the entire audience just witnessed. The braintrust that is the Frontier Office has decided to make you of all people the next number one contender? Really? Really? REALLY!? The fact that you were named the number one contender for the Frontier Heavyweight Championship, it incenses me. It boggles my mind how a guy like you could be named the number one contender after Chandler and I just beat you two weeks ago! So if anything, it should be Chandler and I fighting over that belt, not you.

But it's okay, because I've got something in mind. How about at Spring Breakage, I challenge you to a match? See, after I Chandler beats Tomkins tonight, and after you lose to him at the next show, Chandler will get his rematch with Tomkins and will beat him for the title. That leaves me and you for Spring Breakage. Blaine, I don't want to get into that ring with you to prove myself, since I don't need to prove anything to a guy like you. I just want you in the ring so I can embarrass you and shut you up for good! And once I do that, the Frontier fans will have the privilege of finally seeing the match they've been deprived of for nearly a month now. And that is Preston versus Chandler.... for the Frontier Heavyweight Championship!

(The Harvard Connection claps while the crowd boos.)

Blaine: Are you done talking now? Good. Now I have just one question and it's for all the fans here in Williamsport. Who here prefers me to these two ivy league braggarts?

(The crowd shout back with various variations of 'I do' as Blaine leans across the top rope, staring out at The Harvard Connection in the aisle.)

Blaine: Well we've got that out of the way. I'm not going to rise to the rest of your bait, fellas. There's just one more thing I need to address here tonight ... You want ME at 'Spring Breakage'?

(The crowd cheer at the prospect of Blaine shutting up Preston.)

Blaine: You boys really have crashed the wrong party. But I'm in a good mood right now so I'm going to give the fans what they want; I accept your challenge, Preston! You want to face me at 'Spring Breakage', you've got it! You and me, one-on-one and I promise you right now, Preston, I'm not going to be the one who gets shut up...

Tomkins: And then next time the FGA presents a show, the Main Event will consist of Blaine Harrison aka the Number One Contender to FGA’s highest honor, vs. the Champion himself. Me. Michael Tomkins. The Raise-The-Bar-Superstar. It really had been a long time coming for Blaine. He’s earned his keep. He’s put on some amazing performances and now he finally gets to try his luck at earning the prize he desires. He has his own chance at putting an end to the unbelievable run I have had so far. He wants to knock me off of my perch and as I said earlier in the week, he wants to climb that proverbial ladder. So here’s a thought to the management backstage, how about making the ladder real? I bet the fans wouldn’t mind.

Grayson: And now he thinks he is in charge. Perhaps Micky O’Reilly was right about him being the company man.

Clement: A ladder match between Harrison and Tomkins does sound like an interesting concept though.

(The crowd cheers once again, louder this time.)

Tomkins: Either way, it will be one for the record books. It will be the first chance I have to show the world why I am the Champion. My Title will be on the line for the first time against the best challenger the FGA can produce. So Blaine, good luck tonight, in your match against Micky. I really hope it goes well and you show him how we do things here in Frontier. And for when we meet, bring you’re A-Game. I plan to bring mine. It will be one hell of a match, that much I know. Your best to date. My best to date. But I will remind you before we go into that match not to forget that if it is a Ladder match, as I have suggested, then three seconds won’t matter. But if the management decides it’s in our best interest to play it safe and do the normal routine, well we already know how that one would play out. I will not be pinned and I will not submit. And the three seconds it takes to win that sort of match… Well. You know they are mine, right?

Grayson: Arrogance.

Clement: He’s the Champion.

(“Tomkins….” chants once more echo through the crowd.)

Tomkins: Which brings me to the letter in which I received earlier in the week from the board. I did mention this in my last promo and O’Reilly also had something to say about it too. For those that don’t know, Micky O’Reilly and I are not allowed, yes forbidden, to physically lay a finger on one another until a sanctioned match is decided. This means no more attacks, no more face to face action. Just words or whatever. Something O’Reilly struggles to deal with in any coherent fashion. The one thing I did hear though, was something about being a “company guy.” You think that is true, Micky? You think that I am protected by the FGA? I may be the Champion and the best wrestler here, but protected? I don’t know where you get that idea from, man, but I can put an end to that right now. They said no action between us until they make it so. We have to be in a match. Well that’s absolutely fine by me, Micky. Want to know why? Because at the Supershow, I offer a challenge to you. We will have a match. And we’ll do it your way. No protection for the Champion at all. I want you in a Street Fight. And here’s where it gets interesting, Micky. If you defeat Blaine Harrison tonight, that gives you your second win. There is one more combat show before the Supershow where you can string up your third victory. If that happens and I successfully defend the FGA Heavyweight Championship against Blaine… Then I’ll put my money where my mouth is and put my Title on the line against you. How’s that for being protected? You get your match and you might even get to lay the ultimate hurt on me by taking the one thing I value most here in this business from me. But I am confident enough to think it won’t be done. Chandler Scott will fall. Blaine Harrison will fall. You, Slammer, will fall. All of you will get a real Taste of Greatness.

Flashback - 3.7.12

FGA Heavyweight Championship
(c) Michael Tomkins vs. Blaine Harrison

Tomkins picks up Blaine and rolls him into the ring. Tomkins then rolls himself into the ring. He then grabs Blaine, drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover. 1...........................2.................. Blaine gets his shoulder up. Tomkins slaps the canvas in frustration. He then picks up Blaine, grabs him from behind and delivers a bridging german suplex to cheers from the crowd. 1...............................2.................. Blaine gets his shoulder up. But Tomkins doesn't let go, as he turns over right along with Blaine. He then pulls Blaine back up to his feet and goes for another german, but Blaine blocks the move. Tomkins goes to deliver the german again, but Blaine blocks the move. He then elbows Tomkins in the face repeatedly until Tomkins breaks the waistlock. He then runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins goes for A Taste of Greatness. But Blaine catches his foot. He then spins Tomkins around. But Blaine does more harm than good as he inadvertently spins Tomkins right into a spinning backfist, nailing Blaine right across the face to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins then follows up with a roundhouse kick, dropping Blaine down to one knee in a dazed state. Tomkins then picks him back up to his feet, grabs him from behind and takes him down with Epica. The crowd cheers.

Tomkins then goes to pick up Blaine, but Blaine falls back to the canvas. Tomkins picks him up but again, Blaine falls back to the canvas. As Tomkins goes to pick up Blaine a third time, Blaine quickly rolls him up in a small package to cheers from the crowd. 1.............................2.................... Tomkins kicks out. As both men get up, Tomkins runs over and knocks him down with a running clothesline. The crowd cheers. He then goes over, picks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Tomkins bends over to set up a back body drop. But Blaine stops himself in time and kicks Tomkins square in the face, sending him standing upright in a dazed state. Blaine then bounces back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a pump kick to the face, knocking Tomkins down to cheers from the crowd. Blaine then struggles to get back up to his feet. Once he does, he stumbles over into the ropes. Meanwhile, Tomkins can be seen slowly getting back up on one knee. As Tomkins slowly stands up, Blaine runs over and knocks him down with a standing enziguiri. The crowd cheers. He then slowly picks up Tomkins and whips him into the corner. Blaine then charges into the corner and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest to cheers from the crowd. Tomkins falls down from out of the corner as Blaine struggles to pull himself up using the ropes. He then picks up Tomkins, lifts him up and delivers the Metal Heart Suplex (jackhammer version) to cheers from the crowd. He hooks the leg. 1..................................2...........................3.

Cruz: Here is your winner.............. and NEEEEEEEEEEEW Frontier Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

"Let's See Action" plays as the ref hands Blaine the FGA Championship. He drops down to his knees and hugs the championship belt.

Grayson: I can't believe it.

Clement: Neither can I. But he's done it! Blaine's done it! He's dethroned Michael Tomkins! He's ended the streak! And he's become the new FGA Heavyweight Champion!

Blaine then stands back up and kisses the belt before raising it in the air to cheers from the crowd. He then heads into the corner, climbs up onto the turnbuckle and raises the belt over his head to cheers from the crowd.....

Flashback - Spring Breakage

Michael Tomkins vs. Micky O'Reilly

Tomkins then picks up Micky and goes for an irish whip. But Micky reverses, sending Tomkins into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, Micky bends over to set up for a back body drop. But Tomkins counters by leaping up into the air and coming down across Micky's back with a double foot stomp, knocking him down. The crowd cheers. He then picks up Micky and whips him into the corner. Tomkins charges into the corner and connects with a running clothesline. He then grabs Micky and whips him into the opposite corner. Tomkins charges into the corner and connects with another running clothesline. He then pushes a dazed Micky from out of the corner before running into the ropes. When Tomkins comes back, he drives Micky down with an STO to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover 1..........................2.................. Micky gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs while Tomkins puts his hands on his head in shock.

Clement: Only two!

He then picks up Micky and nails him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a right hand to the face. He then nails Micky with a spinning back fist, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. The crowd cheers as Micky is rocked. Tomkins then grabs a dazed Micky from behind and drives him down with Epica onto the chair to cheers from the crowd. He then crouches down and waits impatiently for Micky to get up. Once Micky finally gets up and turns around, Tomkins goes for A Taste of Greatness. But Micky drops to his knees and nails him with a low blow to boos from the crowd. Tomkins slowly falls over in pain while Micky gets up with a smile on his face. He then reaches over and grabs the steel chair.

Clement: It looked like Micky was able to be finished off. But he countered with a low blow.

Grayson: And there's nothing the ref can do about it.

As Tomkins slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, Micky goes over and nails him across the back with the chair, bringing Tomkins down to his knees. The crowd boos.

Clement: Did you hear that?

Grayson: How could I not?

Tomkins begins to slowly pull himself back up using the ropes. But again, Micky nails him with a chair shot across the back, dropping him down on all fours.

Clement: And again with another one....

Tomkins begins to slowly crawl across the ring. But Micky doesn't let up. He goes over, stands directly over Tomkins, raises his arms and then jabs the top part of the chair into Tomkin's spine, knocking him flat against the canvas. The crowd boos.

Grayson: How much more is he going to take?

As Tomkins slowly pushes himself up off the canvas, Micky raises the chair and swings down hard, nailing him with a vicious chair shot across the back that knocks him down. Micky raises the chair and nails Tomkins in the back with chair shot..... after chair shot..... after chair shot..... after chair shot.... after chair shot. The crowd boos as Micky looks around with a smile on his face.

Clement: Enough's enough, Micky. You made your point. Just end the match. You don't have to try and end the man's career.

Grayson: But that's what he wants.....

He then steps away from Tomkins and goes to throw the chair to the outside. But just then, he sees Tomkins slowly pushing himself up off the canvas, with wobbly arms and all, to cheers from the crowd. After getting up on his knees, Tomkins slowly gets up to his feet to cheers from the crowd. But as he turns around, Micky runs over and clocks him in the head with a steel chair, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. He throws down the chair and makes the cover. 1…...............................2........................... Tomkins gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheers as Micky looks up at the ref with a shocked expression on his face.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: Tomkins kicked out! Tomkins kicked out!

Micky then snaps out of it. He gets up, reaches down, yanks Tomkins back up to his feet, scoops him up across his shoulders and plants him with Murphy's Law onto the chair. The crowd boos as Micky makes the cover. 1.................................2..........................2.

Cruz: Here is your winner, MICKY O'REILLY!

“Teenage Kicks” plays as Micky uses the chair to stand up. He then slowly raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. The boos get even louder as Timmy Brown can be seen walking down to the ring, applauding Micky.

Clement: And now what does he want?

Grayson: He looks pleased with the destruction of his former student.

After getting in the ring, Timmy goes over and hugs Micky to boos from the crowd. He then grabs Micky by the wrist and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. But the boos stop as soon as Timmy knocks Micky down with a short-arm clothesline.

Clement: What?

Grayson: Did that just happen?

The crowd is stunned as Timmy begins to put the boots to Micky. He then holds up Micky's legs, spreads them apart and delivers a stomp to the groin. He then goes over and tries to revive Tomkins. After Tomkins slowly gets up, he goes over with Timmy and the two double team Micky, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd.

Clement: What the.... What in the hell is going on here?

Grayson: I.... I don't have the slightest idea.

The bell repeatedly rings as the two continue to stomp the hell out of Micky. Tomkins then instructs Timmy to hold him up from behind. After Timmy holds up Micky and grabs him from behind, Tomkins takes the chair and jabs him in the midsection with it.

Clement: I..... I don't get this at all.....

While Micky is doubled over, Tomkins raises the chair and nails him across the back of the head with it, knocking him down. He then throws the chair down before going over to Timmy and getting his arm raised to boos from the crowd.

FGA Heavyweight Championship
(c) Blaine Harrison vs. Preston Blake

As Blaine slowly gets up, Preston runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Blaine takes him down with a drop toe hold and quickly transitions into an STF. The crowd cheers.

Clement: STF! Blaine has the STF applied!

The ref asks Preston if he wants to give up. But Preston refuses to quit. So Blaine pulls back, inflicting more pain. The ref again asks Preston if he wants to give up. But Preston refuses to quit. Preston then begins to slowly pull himself forward towards the ropes. He tries to reach out, but he's not close enough. So Preston struggles to pull himself some more. He reaches out again. But this time, Blaine grabs the arm and transitions into a crossface. The crowd cheers.


Grayson: Oh no!

Clement: What a switch by Blaine, going from the STF into the Crossface.

Grayson: Preston needs to get out somehow.

Blaine repeatedly tugs back to cheers from the crowd. The ref asks Preston if he wants to give up. But Preston can only be heard groaning in pain. So the ref asks him again if he wants to give up. Preston refuses to give up. He then begins to slowly pull himself to the side, trying to think of anything and everything he can to get himself free. Preston then reaches out with his free arm to the ropes, but he's not quite there. So he drags himself a little bit more. Preston reaches out, but Blaine takes the arm and transitions into his Don't Hold Back submission. The crowd cheers while the fans in the front row reach over the barricade and slap it loudly.

Clement: And now Preston has both arms hooked behind him! He's got nowhere to go! This could be it!

Blaine pulls back as Preston screams in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up, but Preston doesn't answer him. He continues to scream in pain. Blaine pulls back as the crowd continues to cheer. The ref asks Preston if he wants to give up. Preston nods his head. The ref calls for the bell to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL Frontier Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

“Let's See Action” plays as Blaine lets go of the hold. The crowd cheers and gives Blaine a round of applause.

Clement: Blaine has done it! He has successfully defended his Frontier Heavyweight Championship against Preston Blake in a hard fought match! Preston brought the fight. But Blaine was too crafty for him in the end. But with this win, what's next for Blaine? Who will get the next shot at his FGA Heavyweight Championship? We'll find out soon enough....

After being handed the belt, Blaine stands up with the help of the ref. He then raises his championship belt to cheers from the crowd. Blaine then heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and slowly raises his championship belt to cheers from the crowd. A “BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE!” chant encompasses the building. Blaine acknowledges them by raises his championship belt again to cheers from the crowd.....

[FGA Office]

Sebastian Stone vs. Natalie McKinley

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Frontier Grappling Arts arena as it plunges into darkness as "Critical Acclaim" By Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare on out of the PA announce system across the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere SEBASTIAN STONE whom other wise is known as "The PREMIER ATTRACTION" appears out in front of the black FGA logo curtains as he does he can be seen swinging around to face the fans. Fujiko emerges right behind him, clapping.

Once seen the fans of Frontier can be heard booing him and chants of "Stone Sucks" can be heard along with "Pay Your Dues" and "You can't wrestle", and the most notorious chant which is almost heard instantly "You can't Act" can be heard as he stands in the center of the stage looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him.

J.A. Aldridge: "Coming from Los Angeles, California he weighs in tonight at Two-hundred and Twenty pounds and stands approximately Five’ foot and Eleven” inches...accompanied by Fujiko Mine.. he is The Critically Acclaimed... SEEEBASTIAN STTTTTONE!!!”

Stone slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle as a white piercing light comes shining down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle as he continues looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds more.

As he does various photographer come running up the entrance isle and began taking various snapshots of him. Stone does a few taunts as the photographers continue to snap photo’s of him as he slowly continues walking on down the entrance isle soaking in all the hatred from the nearby fans of Frontier at ringside, various flashes continue to be seen going off around him.

As Stone does he can be seen wearing a emerald green, and yellow feather boa around his neck which can be seen being lit up under the white light, Sebastian soaks in the jeers, and chants of disdain from the fans as he does money can be seen falling from the ceiling of the arena into the stands of the nearby fans.

His eyes burn with intensity and hatred the more closer he gets to the ring as he thinks more and more about his opponent, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring, with Fujiko not far behind.

As Stone slowly walks on down the isle he can be seen ignoring the nearby fans, once at ringside Sebastian walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the jeers, and hatred from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage. After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales! Weighing in at 154 pounds... NATALIE McKINLEY!

Natalie then steps through the ropes, and walks to the centre of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider, before she then turns her focus towards her opponent.

Summary: The bell sounds as Stone calls for a test of strength, clearly underestimating McKinley's raw power. Once the two lock hands, McKinley quickly overpowers him, bringing Stone down to his knees. The ref checks to see if Stone wants to give up. But Stone doesn't want to quit. After battling his way back up to his feet, he cheap shots McKinley with a headbutt. Once the hold is broken, Stone knocks her back with a flurry of punches into the corner. After a series of knife-edge chops, Stone whips McKinley into the opposite corner. Stone goes for a running big boot. But McKinley grabs him and counters with a capture suplex into the corner. After bringing Stone back to his feet, McKinley lights up his chest with a series of open-hand chops. Stone is then sent hard into the opposite corner. As he stumbles out, McKinley lights him up over her head, military presses him and finally brings him down with a gorilla press drop. As Stone rolls away and slowly pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes, McKinley runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope.

Stone pulls himself up using the apron on the outside. But McKinley jumps off the apron and knocks him down with a diving double ax handle smash. After picking up Stone, MicKinley lifts him up over her head and throws Stone through the ropes and back into the ring. McKinley tries to get back up onto the apron, but she's met with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Stone then goes to suplex her back into the ring. But instead of falling back, Stone steps back and drops her with the Act II. Stone keeps McKinley grounded, delivers The Rewrite, as well as several knee drops and leg drops. After bringing McKinley back to a vertical base, Stone delivers the Showbiz.

Sebastian begins to stalk the downed Natalie, smelling blood in the water. He roughly grabs her by the hair and pulls her up, but then is distracted for a moment. He looks over to see Fujiko on the apron, cheering him and clapping. She is obviously cheerleading, but he finds it odd that she’s doing so on the apron.

Stephy Auger: What in the world is Fujiko doing?!

Kris Cruise: She’s trying to rally Sebastian on!

Stephy Auger: But he’s winning!

Sebastian takes his eyes off the ball and approaches Fujiko, asking her what it is she’s doing. She explains just as cruise stated, but then her eyes go wide and she jumps off the apron. Sebastian doesn’t know why, until Natalie slams into him from behind! He stumbles into the ropes, and as he tries to recover, Natalie puts him down with the Taff Valley Driver! She makes the cover.

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J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, NATALIE MCKINLEY!

Kris Cruise: Natalie picks up the win, with what may be an accidental assist from Fujiko!

Stephy Auger: You might be right, Kris, but look at her!

The camera focuses on Fujiko, who sees Sebastian laid out, and has a smirk on her face for just a second before a look of concern takes over and she climbs into the ring to sit at Sebastian’s side.

[FGA Office]

Flashback - Summer 2012

Blaine Harrison: And I guarantee you that I won't need a chair to beat you this time. I have the heart, the spirit, the determination and the skill required to defeat you, Tomkins. I've proved that two times before. Twice I have beaten you. Two times you have come up short in your efforts against me ... So here's a stipulation for you, buddy. This match, you and me in two weeks times, it's going to be a best two out of three falls!

(Another cheer from the fans; they know that match is going to be EPIC!)

Blaine Harrison: Once and for all, I will prove that I am the fighting champion. That I will take on all comers. I will prove to you and the rest of the haters, the doubters in the back, exactly why 'The Metal Heart' is the best damn FGA Heavyweight Champion ever!

Chandler: "Now I know that with Collision coming up, it's going to be Peach State Wrestling versus Frontier Grappling Arts. I know it's supposed to be us versus them. But I've got to admit.... Kit Kelsey. Screw co-workers. Screw alliances. Kit, I want you to beat the HELL out of Blaine Harrison at Collision!"

(The crowd boos as Madison nods her head in agreement with Chandler's statement.)

Chandler: "That's right, Kit. I want you to beat him like the dog that he is. I want to see you drag his carcass all around the ring. Kit, I want you to leave no doubt about you being far, far superior to Blaine in every way possible. Of course, that should be relatively easy, seeing as how once I get done with Blaine tonight, there will be barely anything left."

(Chandler snickers as the crowd boos. "Harvard Sucks" chants can be heard sprinkled throughout the crowd.)

Chandler: "Blaine, when I caught your video the other day, I didn't see a champion. I didn't even see a man. I saw a whiny little child throwing a temper tantrum over getting called out. Well Blaine, the facts are the facts. I happen to call them like I see them. And you're exactly what I said you were. And that was a gutless, heartless coward! You still could have put that belt on the line. But you didn't. Instead of being the fighting champion that you claim to be, you passed the buck and continued to hide behind a bunch of suits and officials. I don't know if you're the Tinman, the Cowardly Lion or even the Scarecrow. All I do know is that when it comes to you, me and that title, you simply don't have it between the legs to put the belt on the line against me. I know it. The trailer trash that call themselves fans here know it. And deep down, you know it, too."

(Madison applauds as the crowd is really booing Chandler now. But he continues to pay them no mind.)

Chandler: "So let me tell you what's going to happen, Blaine. I'm going to beat you here tonight. And after I’m done softening you up, Kit Kelsey is going to take you out for good at Collision. And once he's done putting you on the shelf, the FGA brass will have no choice but to award that championship to me. This place has been in dire need of a true champion. The first FGA Champion was a man who couldn't get the job done without his manager holding his hand for him. And the current Heavyweight Champion is too busy hiding behind FGA officials to put his belt on the line against a true challenger. But once I become champion, this place will finally have a real man as the champion. This place will finally have a man that's respected for his courage, his ability and most important, his intellect. Very soon, this place will soon call a HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARVARD man their FGA Champion.

Blaine Harrison: You dishonour not only me, but this title and this promotion when you spread such filth, such slanderous accusations. I do not duck challengers! I do not say when I defend my title. What I do, is I show up and I wrestle against whoever is put across the ring from me! Anybody, any night. From the likes of Evan Bodom or Elliot Black, to the upper echelon like your buddy, Preston Blake or even Micky O'Reilly. For the last six months, Chandler, I have stepped into the FGA ring and put my body on the line. I never ducked a challenge. I never asked to face anyone in particular. I never asked to avoid anyone. All you have to do to get a match with me, Chandler, is earn one. Preston earned his title match, he got one. Jacques Mercier earned his title match, he got one. Michael Tomkins earned his title match, he got one. That's three title defenses...so far.

But I'm not you. I was given my chance to shine. And I took it. And three months later I stand before you as the FGA Champion. I stand before you as the fighting champion of the greatest promotion in the North East. I stand before you as the man who in two weeks time gets to represent Frontier Grappling Arts down in South Carolina. And that irks you, I know. You made that pretty damn clear. So I'll dig deeper. You see, Chandler, I don't envy you, I pity you. Because despite your wealth, you education, your talent--don't get me wrong, I know you're damn good in that ring--you're still not quite 'there'. And you can still stand there and whine like a child who hasn't got his own way. And if I have anything to do with it, Chandler, you never will. You won't be the man to prove to these New Jersey fans that I'm not infallible. You will not be the man to knock me off my perch. You will not be the man who brings me down a peg or two. And tomorrow night, in this arena, in that ring, I will show you why I am the best damn FGA Champion we will ever have.

Chandler: The list is long. The many people that have tried and failed to take that belt away from you. Even my good pal Preston Blake is unfortunately on that list. No disrespect to Preston, but there's a reason why all those men lost. There's a reason why they were never able to perfect the formula to beating you. But my name is not going to be on that list. Not now, not ever. I more than have your number. I'm in your head now. And that's probably the worst place to be. Especially for a guy like you who not only has everything to lose... but in fact WILL lose everything.

Make no mistake about it, Blaine, come Above and Beyond I will take that title from you. But it's not just the belt that I'm taking. No, that wouldn't be fun at all. I'm also going to take your pride and your manhood. I am the uncrowned Heavyweight Champion. But not for long. You can consider August 10 my Coronation Day.... and your Judgment Day. On August 10, I will become the next FGA Heavyweight Champion.

Blaine Harrison: "Back then I made one simple statement: I was going to try and be the best wrestler I could and try to get to the top of FGA..." A quick glance down at the title belt on my lap tells me, yes, I did that. "I think I've achieved that. Hard work, determination. Heart and soul. I fought with everything I had in every match. I became the best wrestler I could be, Chandler. I became the FGA Heavyweight Champion and four months later, I still am. I have achieved what I wanted here in FGA! Here I am the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. Weck, Reave, Flener. I've surpassed them. Fallon, Fairchild, Mario. I outclass them. Jared, Preston, you ... On the big stage you can't beat me. You won't beat me. You aren't the man to take this title from me. The odd match here and there, the screw jobs and the sneak attacks. They'll end when--in the center of that ring--just like I did with your buddy, Preston Blake--I'll make you tap! I'll tear your damn arm straight from the socket if I have to, Chandler...don't doubt that"

"And say what you want about me, but you never, ever question my commitment to this promotion or these fans! For the last eight months I have travelled the length and breadth of this country to attend each and every show we have put on. From day one! I have entertained these fans. I have put on matches they will treasure for a life time. My matches in PSW and Revival don't mean I don't care about FGA. This week I have one singular focus, Chandler. And that is to take you, to break you and make you tap. To silence you once and for all. Because you have knocked me down, Chandler. But I've gotten back up. And now it's my turn to knock you down and keep you down so you'll finally admit defeat. At 'Above & Beyond' I will prove to you why I am the FGA Heavyweight Champion, why I am the best champion this promotion will ever have and I will give the fans one hell of a match as I do so. Because at 'Above & Beyond' this Metal Heart is going to shine!"

Chandler: Mr. FGA means never backing down from a challenge. Being Mr. FGA means taking on all comers. Being Mr. FGA, Justice, means never ducking and dodging true challengers for your championship. And being Mr. FGA means never hiding behind management because you're incapable of doing the job yourself. Blaine Harrison, that weak, fraudulent champion, fills none of the criteria above. Instead of saying "Metal Heart", that shirt should say "No Heart" since that's exactly what he has! Jared comes and goes as he pleases. Tomkins had to bow out because he got a little boo boo on his head. You're looking at the two longest tenured wrestlers on the FGA roster, and don't you forget it! We are FGA. We are everything that this company stands for.

You will Respect us because we're better than you. We Achieve material goods that people like you and the rest of these hicks in South Carolina will never obtain in your worthless lives. And we will continue to Ascend to the top while you all struggle to tread water. Unlike a certain paper champion, I don't need 20 pounds of gold to be called a champion. My record speaks for itself. And it says that Chandler Scott is the best... that he is the uncrowned FGA Heavyweight Champion.... and that The Dirty South, Blaine Harrison and anyone else who tries to defy us will meet their untimely demise.

Flashback - Above & Beyond

Clement: DDT! He just planted Chandler right on his head with that DDT!

Grayson: He looks out of it, Kev!

Blaine waits for Chandler to get up. As a dazed Chandler gets up and turns around, Blaine runs over and knocks him down with a pump kick to the face. He then pumps his fists as the crowd cheers.

Clement: I think I just saw one of his teeth fly out into the front row.

Blaine turns around and sees a groggy Chandler slowly getting up to his feet. He arrogantly waves on Blaine. Blaine responds by running over to him and nailing him with another pump kick to the face. The crowd cheers and applauds. He then calls for the Metal Heart Suplex. The crowd responds with a monster pop.

Grayson: No, no, no, no, no.....

Clement: He's feeling it, Evan! And so our these people here in Philadelphia! They can sense that the end is near!

Blaine picks up Chandler and grabs a hold of him. He goes to lift him up. But Blaine hoists him up too high. Chandler then slips down from behind and shoves Blaine into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler hits him in the face with a Harvard Hammer. The crowd gasps as Blaine goes down. Chandler quickly falls on top of him and hooks the leg.

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Clement: NO! He got the shoulder up! Blaine got his shoulder up!

Grayson: I don't even know what to say at this point. What is it going to take to put that man down for good!?

The crowd explodes into cheers and applause. Chandler rolls off of Blaine and covers his face in disbelief.

Clement: Chandler looks like he's about to pull his hair out! He doesn't know what to do!

Chandler then punches the canvas in anger after sitting up. He then gets up to his feet, yanks up Blaine and whips him into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler goes for another Harvard Hammer. But Blaine ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blaine comes back, Chandler blasts him with a discus Harvard Hammer that turns him inside out. The crowd boos as Chandler rolls across Blaine and hooks the leg.

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Cruz: Here is your winner..... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Heavyweight Champion, CHANDLER SCOTT!

"Ride of the Valkyries" as Preston and Madison can be seen running down from the back. Chandler sits up in disbelief as the ref hands him the FGA Championship. Chandler snatches the belt from him and stares at it in shock. He then looks at Preston and Madison who are now in the ring. The three them do a group hug before Preston and Madison raise Chandler's arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: FNALLY!

Clement: He's done it. Chandler Scott, somehow, someway was able to beat Blaine Harrison here tonight and dethrone him from the top of Frontier Grappling Arts....

The Harvard Connection then leaves the ring as Chandler holds up his FGA Heavyweight Championship to boos from the crowd.....

Back in the ring, Blaine slowly sits up. He holds his head in pain as he comes to. He looks around. Judging by the sad look on everyone's face, he knows what happened. The ref then helps up Blaine to his feet as the crowd applauds. Blaine looks around as the crowd gets up on their feet and applauds Blaine's effort. Blaine's eyes begin to well up as he raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Blaine steps through the ropes and hops down to the floor. He slowly makes his way around ringside, slapping hands and shaking hands with every member of the front row. As Blaine completes his lap, he looks up at the entrance way. The likes of Mike Smith, AJ Fairchild, Super Mario Wrestling Bros, and varous backstage personnel make their way down the aisle. Blaine smiles as he shakes hands with everyone that's come out to thank him. The sea in the aisle parts. Standing up at the top of the entrance way is Jared James. The two make their way towards each other at the entrance way and embrace with a hug to a monster pop. The crowd applauds while Blaine whispers something into Jared's ear. He then turns around to face the crowd. Jared grabs him by the wrist and raises his arm in the air. He points to Blaine as the crowd applauds. Blaine waves as the crowd is left chanting his name.......

Crowd: BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE!.................

[FGA Office]

The FGA camera’s catch up with The Emerald Flame, decked out in full entrance regalia, hanging out near the stage curtains. He calls the crew over.

“Gen’s on a phone call, so this one is just me. I’ve said what I’ll see to the angry little Kiwi, now I’ll address the Elmo broad. Tomoko, it’s fitting you hate history. Only someone who’s ignorant of the long and storied history of our sport could think that what you’re doing is a good idea. Quote Alfred all you want, but destruction for the sake of destruction isn’t a motive. It’s a complex. You need help. You shouldn’t be here. FGA in general and Dante in particular, should feel horribly uncomfortable that you are here. But, you know, since when has wrestling cared about the wrestlers? And you are here so we can’t do anything about that now.”

“You say I never came to a point. I say we just found out why you failed at history. My point was your entire endeavor is doomed from the start. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the Earth and sky, no matter what Kansas tried to tell us. They might have been right about being dust in the wind though. No, Tomoko, my point was that embracing the idea of an empire to last forever is shear lunacy. Which it looks like you might know a thing or two about. Certainly seem to have heard voices telling you we think this is a three on two match. You even ask us who we think this mystery third person will be. Gee, I dunno, maybe your fucking leader! We’ve got contingencies to be sure, but don’t go around putting words in mine or my cousins mouth, unless you want me putting my first down yours.”

“Now if I’m wrong and you do fight us on equal footing, then I’ll apologize for casting doubt on your aspirations. And I like seeing that you have confidence in yourself. Not sure how a chick who throws in with a misogynistic low-grade pyro and a sheep shagger can really call herself disciplined, but maybe for you this is all some sort of really intense Zen concentration tech. Or you’re a raging hypocrite, one of the two. There is no doubt you have the agility on me. You can probably land three punches to my every one. But trust me when I tell you that my one will mean so much more. I have a hundred pounds on you, do you understand what that means? Not that I’m fat, no, that I’m built. That I can smash you into that mat. That for as quick as you are, I can just beat you down. Or that we isolate the Kiwi and make sure you never make it into this match. That’s probably smarter. Real talk, you seem like the one of the group with an actual in ring plan. Good for you.”

“You may have a bit of a point about size not being an instant win condition. Smaller armies can defeat larger ones, especially through clever tactics and the occasional trick. Worked for the Greeks, worked for the Continental army. But to discount strength entirely is an arrogance that doesn’t just border on stupidity; it invites it in for tea. Do you know why most other combat sports have weight classes? Because they figured out that all else being equal, the bigger guy wins. You think I’m unskilled? After nearly two decades in and around the world of professional wrestling.”

“You say you aren’t here for the money, though that does seem to be a part of R.J.’s motive. Why else would he taunt me for being poor? I’d like to know where he got his hands on my financial records, but the likely answer is he’s just saying shit for the point of saying shit. You’re not here for fame, or glory or respect. Even though disrespect appears to be your master’s berserk button. I think it’s cute he hasn’t acknowledged that we did challenge him. Just crows about Dan and how much you guys conquered by attacking our non-combat trained commentary staff. Just how are you guys anything close to a cohesive unit? You aren’t even all here for the same reason. Fuck, if you get what you want and you watch this place burn, by what definition is that an empire, let alone an infinite one? Have you three even talked to one another in the last month, or do you just show up and assume you all feel the same way? Communication is the key to all relationships, and you guys just don’t seem to have it.”

“Almost time for us to go get the job done, I’ll go pull lover boy away from his wife in just a second. Something I want you to keep in mind over the next few minutes is that we aren’t sleeping on you. But you and your Aussie fuck of a partner certainly seem to be sleeping on us. Which will make tossing you around like a cord of wood that much more entertaining. So good luck, get ready, and as always, Down the Hatch!”

“The Emerald Flame mimes taking a shot, throws out a smile and wink, and heads off to find his cousin.”

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: In our next match, Seth Lawless takes on Phillip Silver. Lawless has found himself with his back pinned to the mat his last several times out and desperately wants to get back to his winning ways. Silver, meanwhile, made a successful debut two weeks ago by defeating both Trinity and Sebastian Stone. Can Silver pick up another win or will Lawless get off the schneid?

Phillip Silver 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.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds… SETH LAWLESS!

The mood in the arena comes to a pause as a set of spotlights focus on the curtain. A soft guitar hum is heard before quickly transitioning into "Champagne High" by Sister Hazel. As the song continues to play, Phillip Silver steps out from the curtain. Still adorned in his suit jacket and utilizing his cane, he begins to transition towards the ring. As he passes various fans, none sure as to what to do, some offering their hand in appreciation, others booing in defiance, Phillip can't help but crack a smirk.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 232 pounds… PHILLIP SILVER!

Once he reaches ringside, he climbs the steps into the ring. Once he arrives, he sheds the suit jacket, offering it to a cameraman. He turns towards the ref, who asks for the cane. Phillip lets another smirk shine through before accepting the offer. The ref sets the cane at ringside while Phillip does some leg stretches, waiting for his the match to begin.

The bell sounds as both men lock up. Lawless quickly takes advantage with a side headlock. He then performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. But Silver reaches back with his free arm and delivers a jumping snapmare, followed by a leaping elbow drop. he makes the cover.

ONE!
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Lawless kicks out

Silver picks up Lawless and applies a side headlock of his own. But Lawless shoves Silver off of him and into the ropes. When Silver comes back, he goes for a running shoulder block. But Lawless doesn’t fall down. Lawless then begins to hop around on his left leg, mocking Silver as he points to the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Lawless isn't endearing himself to Phillip Silver with that display.

Stephy Auger: But when have we known Seth to be respectful to anyone?

So Silver runs into the ropes. When Silver comes back, he goes for another running shoulder block. But again, Lawless only stumbles back. But he doesn’t fall. This time, it’s Silver that points to the ropes.

Kris Cruise: It looks like Silver is now challenging Seth Lawless to knock him down.

Stephy Auger: Will Lawless accept?

Lawless obliges by running into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, Silver knocks him down with a single leg dropkick. Lawless gets back up, but Silver throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Lawless then reaches up and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But after turning over onto his knees, Silver is able to slowly slip his head out from between Lawless’ legs and quickly flips over into a jackknife pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Lawless bridges up, turns over and knees Silver in the midsection.

Lawless grabs Silver and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring. But Silver nails him with a European Uppercut. As Lawless stumbles back, Silver hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and knocks him down with a leaping back elbow. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Lawless kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall by Phillip Silver. Lawless is trying to get back to his winning ways. But he's going to have to try a lot harder because Silver's in control of this one.

Stephy Auger: I hate to advise someone to go dirty. But the obvious weak point on Phillip Silver is his left leg and Lawless hasn't gone after it once.

Silver picks up Lawless and whips him into the ropes. When Lawless comes back, he slides through Silver's legs. When Silver turns around, Lawless gets up and greets him with a kick to the midsection. He then goes for a vertical suplex. But Silver slips down from behind and applies a sleeper hold.

Kris Cruise: Silver's looking to put Lawless to bed here with the sleeper hold.

Stephy Auger: Can Lawless get out of it?

Lawless swings his arms wildly. He then reaches up, grabs Silver and delivers a sitout jawbreaker, breaking the hold and sending Silver stumbling into the corner. After turning over and getting back up to his feet, Lawless runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then brings Silver from out of the corner and takes him down with a bulldog. Lawless turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Silver kicks out.

Lawless picks up Silver and whips him into the ropes. When Silver comes back, Lawless bends over to set up a back body drop. But Silver counters with a running neckbreaker. He then picks Lawless back up and takes him down with a spinning neckbreaker. Silver picks up Lawless, nails him with a knee strike to the midsection and then goes for a Fameasser. But Lawless moves out of the way, grabs Silver from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But Silver blocks it, elbows Lawless in the face and performs a standing switch. Silver then goes for a German of his own. But Lawless blocks it, elbows Silver in the face and performs a standing switch. Lawless then grabs Silver and delivers a German Suplex. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Silver gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Beautiful German Suplex there by Seth Lawless. But he only gets a two count.

Lawless picks up Silver and throws him down with a scoop slam. After heading into the corner, Lawless begins to climb the turnbuckles.

Stephy Auger: Lawless is heading up top! If he's able to hit that moonsault, this one is over!

Silver gets up, runs over and pushes Lawless’s legs out from under him. Lawless then slips and winds up crotched on the top turnbuckle. Silver then grabs a hold of Lawless and drops him with a hanging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO! Lawless gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Lawless got his foot on the ropes just in time!

Stephy Auger: But Silver isn't done yet...

Silver grabs Lawless, drags him away from the ropes and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Lawless gets his shoulder up.

Silver picks up Lawless and whips him into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Lawless hangs onto the ropes. So Silver runs over to attack. Lawless then dips his shoulder before dumping Silver over the top rope. Silver lands on his feet, but Lawless dropkicks him off the apron and to the floor. As Silver gets up on the outside, Lawless climbs the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, he leaps off, taking Silver down with a flying cross body block. With both men down, the ref starts his count.

Kris Cruise: Huge cross body from off the top to the outside!

Stephy Auger: But it looks like it took just as much out of Lawless as it did Silver!

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE...

Both men begin to stir on the floor…

Ref: … FOUR… FIVE....

Lawless gets up to his feet first.

Ref: … SIX.... SEVEN...

But Silver yanks him back down.

Ref: ...EIGHT…

Both me slowly get back to their feet.

Ref: ...NINE…

Lawless and Silver try to break free of each other.

Ref: ...TEN!

Both men roll back into the ring.

Kris Cruise: Who got back in first? I think it was Seth Lawless.

Stephy Auger: It looks like Phillip Silver got back in first from where I'm sitting.

Both Lawless and Silver circle the ring with their arms in the air, believing that they beat the ten count. After the referee informs Aldridge of his decision, he calls both men back to the center of the ring. Once the two grapplers are beside him, the red holds Lawless' right wrist and Silver's left wrist.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that sense neither man was able to return to the ring in time, this match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The ref raises Lawless & Silver's arms in the air. But the two men are just as displeased as the crowd.

Kris Cruise: The match ends in a double count out! Neither man was able to get back in the ring before the count of ten. And you can see the disappointment on the faces of both men. They had so much left to give in this match.

As Silver walks towards the ropes with his hands on his hips, Lawless darts over from behind and kicks the back of Silver's left knee, knocking him down to the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: What was that for?

Lawless stops away on Silver's leg as the crowd continues to boo. The ref then moves Lawless away from Silver as Silver can be seen clutching his leg in pain.

Kris Cruise: I know that Lawless is disappointed he didn't get the win. But that was uncalled for!

Once Lawless heads to the outside, he takes Silver's cane and pretends to walk with a limp before throwing the cane down out of anger. Lawless then makes his way up the aisle with his arms held high.

[FGA Office]

Flashback 10.06.12

As the crowd gets ready for the next match of the evening, some members of the crowd start to look over at the side, where an EXIT door near the building, opens up and out walks somebody as he immediately jumps the barricade surrounding the ring. The crowd immediately figure out who it is as they start to boo the hell out of this man. IT’S KEVIN HARDAWAY?! FROM PRO-WRESTLING FRONTIER?! After the spat on Twitter and the problems starting to brew, he has the gull and the nerve to show up unattended to a Frontier Grappling Arts show and just jump the barricade like that. He should be arrested for the actions he just did. He grabs a microphone however and grins at the crowd, soaking up the negative reaction he’s getting.

Kevin Hardaway: “How dare you treat somebody like me the way that you guys are right now?”

Somebody in the crowd tries to start a chant and succeeds with it. A rather…non-family friendly chant.

Crowd: “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap* “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap* “FUCK YOU K-HARD! *clap clap, clap clap clap*

He just laughs it off, and turns his Baltimore Orioles hat in reverse. Obviously it means he’s here for business but what do we know…

Kevin Hardaway: “We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you somebody who is actually WORTH a damn in this business. And I’m pretty damn sure that you’re seeing the greatest thing that you’ll see on this show tonight. So do me a favor and let me have the floor for a few minutes of your time. I’m sure somebody like A.J. Fairchild won’t mind, or even the man who I’m out here to talk about. Mr. Pat Gordon, Jr. ladies and gentlemen…”

The sounds of boos end up turning into cheers somehow when K-Hard name drops the Southie Scrapper. Hell, the guy who gets the worst boos in the company probably would have been cheered half to death if K-Hard mentioned his name right now, but that’s beside the point. Matter is, K-Hard’s here to talk, so the crowd in New Jersey better listen.

Kevin Hardaway: “You see…this man that you’re about to see in front of your very eyes shouldn’t even be wrestling in the United States at this moment. Mr. Gordon was supposed to be wrestling in front of a different lion than what you see on that banner. You see, after his appearance in the UltraTitle tournament, we were looking for the next big star, somebody to help fill the void for us when we needed it the most. Somebody to come in and shake things up for a change to a paper thin roster. Somebody who wasn’t going to bail the second he lost a title.”

“That’s why we picked you. Hell, I thought you looked like a winner. We even talked for a bit in the back about how you were going to take us places. And then, I hear you signed with Frontier Grappling Arts. A company that I never even heard of. Which is weird because you run in the east coast, you’ve ran in my neck of the woods before (and will again in a couple weeks). I honestly thought that you were just dumb enough to sign with the wrong company because you saw FRONTIER and a lion.”

More boos rain out for the invader inside the ring right now. Not just for his mark towards Gordon, but for the mark towards the company. For the hardcore fans who have been there with the company since day one. K-Hard has a grin on his face as he pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket.

Kevin Hardaway: “So you know what? Right here, I have a contract for you SIGNED by both Al Galpin and Scott Mayo here. You come down here, sign this contract, and we’ll act like nothing ever happened. You come to the UK where we actually KNOW how to wrestle. What do you say?”

"Chariots of Fire" fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr. Ready for action, and apparently to talk, he steps through the curtain, microphone in hand. PGJR looks to the fans to either side and then to Kevin Hardaway, who waits for him in the ring. The Southie Scrapper makes his way down the aisle, keeping his eyes focused on what awaits him. Once in the ring, the young Gordon looks Kevin Hardaway up and down. He smiles at the Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER representative.

Pat Gordon, Jr. points at K-Hard.

PGJR: "Kevin Hardaway. I can't say that you don't speak the truth. After what Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER scouts saw of me in the UltraTitle tournament down in Greensboro, North Carolina, phone calls were made. Texts were exchanged. Conversations were had. And it wasn't long before I had a contract in a nice big envelope with "FRONTIER" and the picture of a lion next to it in the return address. Two of them, in fact. Two different Frontiers and two different lions."

Pat Gordon, Jr. drops his finger. He turns away from K-Hard to face the crowd.

PGJR: "I spoke with the PWF General Manager Scott Mayo, who was eager to seal the deal and have the kind of ratings and marketing that having one of the top sixteen wrestlers in the most prestigious tournament of them all can bring."

Gordon takes a brief pause, lowering the microphone away from his mouth only momentarily. He turns back to face Kevin Hardaway.

PGJR: "I spoke with Al Galpin, the head of the championship committee in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER, who had big plans for me. Galpin saw me as the person who could step into the ring, drop Gabriel Gambino on his thick skull, rip that GFC World Heavyweight Championship out of his unconscious hands, and give the fans the kind of champion that they deserve again."

A sarcastic grin comes across the face of K-Hard as he signals the number TWO with his fingers and mutters out “Two-time champion as well. Don’t forget it.” A former two-time GFC Champion and he gets thrown into the trash like that? After all that Kevin and Gabe have been through? Not bloody likely.

Pat Gordon, Jr. steps right up to K-Hard, coming face to face with him.

PGJR: "And it all sounded. So. Good."

The young Gordon takes a step away.

PGJR: "Now, not a lot of people know this about me - maybe some of the UK fans might remember it - but I made my professional wrestling debut in London, England in a showcase match for JUST Wrestling."

This kind of comment may be received well by the Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER faithful in England. The FGA fans in Monroe, New Jersey, however, aren't having any of it. Is Pat Gordon, Jr. really about to admit to signing the wrong contract? Would he REALLY rather be in PWF, wrestling in the U.K., instead of wrestling for Frontier Grappling Arts in front of American fans?

PGJR: "The first match of my career was in London. And my old man, being old, and being Irish, wouldn't let me hear the END OF IT! So when I got the chance to wrestle in 'jolly old England' again, when the two contracts were sitting side by side on my kitchen table, I signed the one with the picture of Aslan instead. I signed with FRONTIER. GRAPPLING. ARTS. And I did it, not just so I could wrestle closer to home, but so I could honor my father, Pat. Gordon. SENIOR!"

"And I can't say that I regret the decision one bit, because with FGA joining the United Wrestling League, that means I'll get even bigger exposure here in the USA, in the biggest hotbed for professional wrestling on the planet. And it means I'll be that much closer to making the Gordon name one that NOBODY will EVER forget."

K-Hard immediately laughs and just goes for the jugular right then and there.

Kevin Hardaway: “Yeah, they won’t forget your head being curbstomped into the highway by us in Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. Maybe then, you can honor your father by joining him.”

Ohhhhhhhhh crap. That seems to be the consensus by the fans that just heard what he said in the building, and to whomever will be watching this on DVD. The look on Gordon’s face says it all. Pure and unadultered anger. As K-Hard decides to leave though, Gordon rushes through and slams the microphone on Hardaway’s head as a reaction. We don’t blame him one bit. But K-Hard shakes it all off, as he tackles down Gordon and we have ourselves an all-out slugfest inside the ring. The fans are completely losing their minds as Gordon gets on top and starts wailing on the skull of Hardaway’s.

K-Hard gets out of it though and gets on top now doing the same to Gordon’s skull, as he pushes K-Hard off and grabs his arm, perhaps locking him into the Pat Lock as the fans cheer with thunderous appraisal.

Wait…

Somebody slugs Gordon from the back with a title. IT’S THE GFC WORLD CHAMPION, GABRIEL GAMBINO! He starts to club Gordon in the back of the head…BUT HERE COMES CHANDLER SCOTT TO EVEN THE ODDS…AND PRESTON BLAKE FOR GOOD MEASURE!

Now more people from Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER are completely outnumbering everybody, from Jason Talbot and CJ Osborne, to newcomers like Bushido and Brad King. The roster may be few and far between, but with what they lack in numbers, they have in strength, as they number up on The Harvard Connection and Pat Gordon. BUT HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! THE REST OF THE FRONTIER GRAPPLING ARTS ROSTER! They bumrush the ring as everybody from Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER hightail it and exit via the random door that Hardaway entered in to start this riot. Some of the FGA members try to chase after them, but PWF is running for their lives into a nearby van.

Another camera goes back into the ring, the fans chanting with all their heart.

Crowd: “F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A! F-G-A!”

Pat Gordon sees a piece of paper in the ring though as all of the FGA superstars are looking out for one another and leave the ring. It’s the contract that Hardaway offered Gordon to join Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. He takes it, raises it in the air…then blows his nose on it and rips the contract into little pieces throwing it in the air like it was confetti. Another way to send the crowd into a complete frenzy as Gordon wipes the small amount of blood that seems to be coming from his nose. Nothing to worry about, really.

The battle lines…have been drawn.

[FGA Office]

(Noelle Smith is seen in the backstage area walking around with a hopeful and slightly curious expression on her face. In her hand is the colorful scarf that she’s been trying to return to its rightful owner since she discovered it in her bag. A tiny frown knits her brow, looking from tech to tech for someone that she hasn’t already asked! Her expression changes to a brighter smile as she spies other wrestlers grouping around the catering area, among them her tag partner from last week Mia Scott. Noelle goes trotting up to her with a hopeful expression.)

Noelle Smith: Hey...uhm Mia… look I really wanted to apologize again for not being there to have your back. I mean, I know it wasn’t my fault ...I didn’t jump myself and beat myself up haha...but I still feel really really bad.

(She pouts just a little before shaking herself and smiling again.)

Noelle Smith: I wanted to ask you though, is this yours? I’ve been trying ever so hard to find out who it belongs to, it just appeared in my bag and…

(In the background Johnny Raike can be seen to perk up. He focus in on the ladies, though does not leave his seat.)

(Like usual backstage, Mia steps into catering with headphones plugged into her ears, her eyes just barely open as Imagine Dragons “Warriors” plays loud enough to be heard by anyone within a couple feet of her. The sight of Noelle trotting up to her, though, draws a bit of a huff and a smirk from the Londoner, who obviously still remembers last week’s intended tag match...and the consequential handicap match it became when Noelle didn’t show for the bell. She pulls the headphones out of her ears as Noelle gets close and starts to talk, tucking them into her pocket.)

Mia Scott: It’s...it’s fine, love. No use dwelling, yeh? You feeling ari...

(Whether she actually believes Noelle’s story or not, Mia at least tries to put on the smile and let the story go...at least until she catches sight of the scarf in Noelle’s hand, and the smirk is back on the Londoner’s face, rather abruptly snatching the scarf from Noelle’s hand.)

Mia Scott: The hell’d you get that? It was in the bottom’a my bag, what do you mean it just APPEARED?

(At this Johnny moves, snatching up a bottle of mineral water from the table in front of him.)

Raike: “Woah, hey now, public area my friend. And really, do you think you of all people should be yelling at her? The girl you left high and dry last show? Never mattered to you that she didn’t show, you just went right ahead and fought anyway. What, did you think it made you look better? And now this poor girl, who obviously feels just terrible about not getting to team with you, tries to bring you your things back. And you just about bite her head off. Someone’s feeling a little touchy, eh?”

(Mia huffs a bit, shaking her head at Raike's interruption. She drapes the scarf over her neck, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, glancing between the two for a moment.)

Mia Scott: Yeh, I took on a bloody handicap match for the glory of it, ya thick git. I took the match cuz they didn't give me choice in the matter, did they? Bell rang...with or without my partner.

Mia Scott: As for why I'm a bit...

(Mia turns to look specifically at Raike this time.)

Mia Scott: ...touchy...she had something'a mine...something given to me...that was in my bag. Something she got no business having...So yeh, I'm a bit...touchy about it…

(Johnny’s smile get’s even wider and if possible more infuriating. He says nothing, just sips from the water bottle.)

Noelle Smith: Uhm...thanks, Johnny…

(Her big eyes are wide as she reacts to Mia’s upset, but her tone seems warm and understanding.)

Noelle Smith: Well that’s what happened, after I got checked by the medics I went back to my locker, and my bag had been dumped out on the floor and someone had just sort of ...thrown everything back in. I just thought it fell off the bench and someone was nice enough to pick my stuff up off the floor… but hearing that I wonder… look Mia, I’m super super sorry… if I’d have known it was yours I’d have returned it right away, you must have been so upset to see something you cherish had vanished and I feel really bad that I had it, even though I seriously didn’t know. I guess maybe I should have mailed it to the front office when I found out I had it...but I’ve never had anything happen like this before and I was rattled about getting jumped…

(Was? The perky brunette still seemed rattled to be honest, looking around as they spoke and shooting a nervous smile to the supportive Johnny Raike.)

Noelle Smith: Anyway, sorry again...and hopefully we can find out what really happened…

(She paused.)

Noelle Smith: Have either of you seen Kerry Windsor? He’s supposed to be here tonight...and… you know, never mind. I should go…

(She moved around Mia with an attempt at a sincere smile and went to get a bottled water before she went to find Kerry.)

Raike: “Oh, now isn’t that just darling? You yell at her, and she apologizes to you. And I don’t even know what Kerry Windsor looks like sweetie, so I have no idea.

(Johnny watches as Noelle move away, not really hiding the fact that he’s checking out her butt.)

Raike: “Bet that felt good, eh? Just climbing the ladder to be little miss badass, no matter who you hurt? Don’t tell me you didn’t have a choice Mia, if you had cared, I mean really actually cared, you’d of said F it to the match and gone to find her. But you didn’t. What? Still sore at how some still green child took you to your limit in the gauntlet? Or were you just trying to get a confidence boost before taking on what’s-his-face in ECWF?

(Mia watches Noelle leave, an eyebrow cocked upwards a little bit...then turns her attention back to Raike.)

Mia Scott: You really wanna go back to the gauntlet with me, mate? I already acknowledged she beat me...I been beat before, I ain’t sore at her over it. Hell, if anything, I’m proud’a her. She fought her arse off, damn near beat Mirage too, came close to being the only one’a us in that match to actually survive more’n one fall…anything, I was excited about teaming with her. But if she wants to take a night off, root through my bag, take something’a mine...I don’t let that slide.

(Almost unconsciously, she pinches the end of the scarf between two fingers, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth once or twice.)

Mia Scott: So how about ya go ahead and piss off, quit tryin’a wind me up just cuz ya felt the need to get involved, yeh?

(Johnny raises both his eyebrows and his hands.)

Raike: “Woah, hey, projecting. I just like to see the rookies get a chance before the big bad wolf comes huffing to blow everything down. You need to simmer, you got Evangelista. Here, have some water, center yourself. Don’t want to blow this streak you’ve been on over a scarf, do you?”

(Johnny holds out his water, offering it to the Brit. The crack about "projecting" draws a bit of a scoff from Mia, thigh she keeps herself from interrupting.)

Mia Scott: Yeh...

(After a moment's thought, she accepts the bottle of water, takes a couple swigs from it, then sets it down on the nearest table.)

Mia Scott: Cheers...

(She shakes her head just a bit, turning to leave the catering area, knowing her match is coming up soon.)

[FGA Office]

Mia Scott vs. Evangelista

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from St. Helens, England … EVANGELISTA!

The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. During the first vocal line Evangelista emerges through the curtain slowly, with a focused look on her face. She closes her eyes for a second, then begins the walk to the ring, absently tagging outsretched hands while trying to psyche herself up for the task ahead. After rolling under the bottom rope she crosses over to a corner and climbs up, posing for just a second before moonsaulting back down to the ring. She takes her corner and crosses herself, then begins shaking her limbs out in readiness for the coming match.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from London, England … MIA SCOTT!

The lights in the majority of the arena dim, focusing on the entrance ramp as the intro to Fireflight’s “Stand Up” starts to play through the PA system.

Look at all the lonely hearts
Shivering out in the dark
Hiding from the truth, cover up the proof...
Demons that I’ve tried to hide
Imprison me in my own lies
And all that I can do is cover up the proof...

As the intro plays, the lights dim more and more, until even the entrance ramp is only barely lit. It holds that dimness for a moment or two, but the song kicks off rather abruptly, and as Mia runs out onto the stage, the lights kick back up to full power.

Don’t be afraid...to...
STAND UP!
Stand up if you’re broken
STAND UP!
Stand up if you feel ashamed
You are not alone when you hurt this way

Mia makes a slower-than-usual trip down to the ring, slapping hands with some of the fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, holding onto the apron as she does so, sliding under the bottom rope before making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out toward the fans for a moment before hopping down, settling back in the corner.

Stephy Auger: These two know each other well, Kris; they recently fought for nearly an hour over in Pro Wrestling FRONTIER, but tonight we get to see them compate once again right here in FGA.

Kris Cruise: This has all the makings of an amazing match, Stephy. I’m sure these Jersey City fans will love it.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors make their way out from the corners as they shake hands in the center of the ring. A step to retreat and they begin to circle one another before finally coming together with a collar and elbow tie up. Evangelista gains the upper hand, going behind with a hammerlock. Mia looks for a way out before firing off a couple of elbows to the face of her opponent, allowing her the chance to reverse the hold with a hammerlock of her own. She appears to be lacking focus, however, allowing Evangelista the opportunity to counter with a sitdown jawbreaker.

Mia rolls away towards the ropes, using them to pick herself back up as Evangelista is straight on her, firing away with some forearm strikes to the face that have Scott reeling. An Irish whip follows as Scott is sent running towards the corner, followed close behind by her opponent. Scott hits the turnbuckle hard as Evangelista leaps up and sends her flying across the ring with a monkey flip!

Kris Cruise: Wow, she nearly hit the rafters there!

Scott hits the mat with a thud, her back arching in pain as she makes her way back to her feet. But a relentless Evangelista is on her; a hard European uppercut sends Scott backwards against the ropes, only for Evangelista to bring her back towards the middle of the ring with an arm wringer. With the hold applied, Evangelista doubles her opponent over before dropping an elbow down across the arm. Mia falls to the mat, with her opponent still holding on as it transitions into an armbar submission; Evangelista torquing at the shoulder.

Stephy Auger: She could be looking to end this one quickly here, Kris. An armbar applied in the center of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Of course, the last time these two met it was Mia Scott who emerged victorious and as the new GFC Commonwealth Champion. Evangelista must be looking to make up for that defeat here tonight.

The referee checks for a submission, but Scott insists she won’t quit yet. Clawing her way across the ring she finally manages to snare the bottom rope; the official calls for a break, which he gets as Evangelista pops back to her feet. A few stomps slow her rising opponent, but Mia still battles back to a vertical base, only to get doubled over by a knee to the midsection. An Irish whip follows as she’s sent across the ring. Bouncing back, Mia runs right into a standing dropkick that lands flush against her jaw. A lateral press by Evangelista.

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Scott kicking out in time, although doing so weakly. Her opponent, however, doesn’t ease up. A chinlock is applied after raising Mia to a seated position. The fans are rallying behind both competitors as Evangelista wrenches the neck, but Scott is battling back. She manages to get to one knee as she fires off a few elbows to the gut, weakening Evangelista’s grip slightly. And, in one fluid motion, Mia spins and flips her opponent over with a Northern Lights suplex!

Kris Cruise: A terrific counter by Mia Scott!

Stephy Auger: Don’t count her out yet, Kris.

Both competitors are down momentarily, but it’s Evangelista who gets back to her feet first, still holding her back in pain after that suplex. She grabs a kneeling Mia by the head, only to find herself on the receiving end of a few shots to the midsection. As her opponent takes a step back, Mia gets to her feet and lunges forward haphazardly with a lariat attempt. It’s easily avoided, however, as Evangelista ducks and counters with a bridging German suplex.

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Kris Cruise: Mia Scott kicked out, but just barely, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I saw that. Wait a minute, what’s he doing out here?

From behind the black curtain emerges Johnny Raike; he remains at the top of aisle, a smirk on his face as he watches the match from a safe distance. Neither competitor has noticed him, however, despite the jeering of the fans. In the ring, Evangelista picks her opponent up once more and back her into the corner. A few chops to the chest find their mark, but Mia appears unresponsive as she struggles to remain standing.

Stephy Auger: Is she ok? Mia Scott doesn’t appear to be too faring too well in this contest; even Evangelista appears concerned at this moment.

Evangelista calls the referee over to check on Mia as she looks around the arena, whereupon she notices the smirking Johnny Raike in the aisleway.

Kris Cruise: Do you think he had something to do with this?

Stephy Auger: I wouldn’t be surprised, Kris. Johnny Raike doesn’t strike me as an honest man.

Evangelista and the referee are both checking on Mia in the corner before each of them throw up an ‘x’. The crowd remain silent as they’re unsure of what exactly is happening; the official and Evangelista have Mia supported between them as they begin to escort her from the ring. Suddenly, from behind the curtain emerges Noelle Smith and she makes a beeline for Raike! The words are inaudible, but she’s pointing towards the ring where Mia Scott appears to be drifting out of consciousness, demanding to know whether or not Johnny had anything to do with it. He laughs and nods his head before Noelle slaps him across the cheek! The fans pop as she storms past him to go and help Evangelista escort Mia from the ring – but Raike sucker punches her! Noelle staggers before getting turned around and doubled over with a toe kick – FULL FRONTAL! Noelle Smith is laid out in the aisle way as Johnny Raike makes his way backstage, a sly wink in the direction of Evangelista and Mia Scott as more officials make their way from the back to help return normality to the scene.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!

Stephy Auger: The referees are helping Noelle back to her feet, Evangelista helping her friend Mia Scott back up the aisle…and I can’t help but think Johnny Raike is to blame for all of this, Kris.

Kris Cruise: He certainly looks guilty. After the commotion we had backstage earlier tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if he planned the whole thing.

Stephy Auger: We’ll have to wait and see on that one. And sorry folks, it looks like we won’t get to see a conclusion to this contest tonight. But I’m sure we’ll see Mia Scott vs. Evangelista in an FGA ring again soon enough.

[FGA Office]

Flashback - 3.9.13

Chris Q: Fairchild, are you ready for this? Don’t you understand what you are about to walk into? You are about to face a man that has been unstoppable in Frontier Grappling Arts since his debut match. If you aren’t taking this seriously, I am going to make you look foolish.

I have too much momentum coming into this match. The streak. My latest victory over Chandler Scott. Nobody is hotter in this company right now. Fuck the hype over Malcolm Drake. I am going to be the superstar of the year. Kevin Hardaway wins the Pride Championship. Fuck him. I’m putting the entire FGA roster on check. We are about to enter the era of Chris Q. This is going to be a whole different party.

You want to talk about dominance? You want to talk about dedication? This isn’t just talk. Take a look at the facts. Event after event I’ve laid opponents out. If you ask me, this company is starving for a true champion. The wait is over. After I rip the title away from A.J. Fairchild, I’ll move on to the next chapter of my career. The dominance won’t stop. I’ll continue to rule over this organization just like I have been for the past several months. Don’t expect things to change once I get the belt around my waist. I’m not going to be the typical champion. I’m going to defend the FGA Championship at every possible opportunity. I watched our current champion sit out so many events during his title reign. That’s not going to be me. I need to be in the ring. I need to be in a fight. I’ll fill that need soon enough.

Now all of the people that I’ve defeated since I arrived can breathe a little easier. Don’t take the loss so hard. Now you know for sure, that you were defeated by the best. There is never any shame in losing to the best.

This will be a memorable night in Canada. I’ll finally put the finishing touch on my undefeated streak. I’ll be remembered in this organization forever. It’s been an insane ride. Showing everyone something I’ve known all along. I knew this day would eventually come. I knew I’d get a shot at the FGA Championship and I was certain I would one day sit on top of Frontier Grappling Arts. There were so many doubters. Everyone looked at me and thought I was a joke. Well I’m the only one laughing now.

Now the FGA Championship will just be part of the Chris Q package. There’s the trademark sunglasses, the radical beard, the constant inebriation, and now the biggest title in our company. Like I said before, I know I don’t look like a typical champion. I’m one of kind. What else can I say?

There will never be another Chris Q

FGA Heavyweight Championship
(c) AJ Fairchild vs. Chris Q

Q picks up Fairchild and whips him hard into the corner. As Fairchild stumbles out, Q goes for a running forearm smash. But Fairchild ducks and quickly rolls him up from behind with a school boy.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Fairchild quickly rolls him up in a small package.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Q throws a wild haymaker. But Fairchild ducks, hops onto his shoulders and executes a victory roll.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Q grabs Fairchild and whips him into the ropes. When Fairchild comes back, he jumps up, turns in mid air and delivers a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Chris Q kicks out.

As both men get up, Fairchild kicks him in the midsection and plants him with the Haydouken 93. He makes the cover.

Grayson: It's over. It's over!

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Chris Q gets his shoulder up. Fairchild holds up three fingers at the ref.

Clement: Sooooooooo close.

Grayson: Wow.

Fairchild crouches down and waits patiently for Q to get back up. When Q gets up and turns around, Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini. But Q ducks and lifts Fairchild up onto his shoulders. The crowd gasps as Fairchild kicks his legs, trying his hardest to get out. But its to no avail as Q looks directly into the camera before planting him with The Compactor. The ref slides over to start the count.

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THREE!

"The Earth's Rotation Around The Sun" blares throughout the arena to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: here is your winner.......... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, CHRIS Q!

The ref goes over and hands Chris Q the FGA Championship. Q looks at the belt before raising it high above his head. The crowd boos.

Clement: And he's done it! New champion! We've got a new champion! Chris Q has dethroned A.J. Fairchild and is the new FGA Champion!

Grayson: The Chris Q Party rocks on! He's been saying it for months. But no one wanted to believe him. Now they have no choice. Chris Q is the FGA Champion. He is the top guy. Chris Q is not just the Big Bad of FGA, but he is THE man!

Chris Q climbs onto the middle ropes, looks at his newly won championship belt and then raises it over his head to boos from the crowd. Q takes pleasure in antagonizing the crowd, motioning for them to keep it going. He just chuckles as he holds his belt in the air once again to a downpour of boos.

[FGA Office]

Roaming the hallways was Cyncity looking as if she were looking for something or someone in specific. She looked down each hallway that she passed and grew frustrated when she couldn’t spot who she was looking for.

Cyncity: Where in the arena is Coordddooo San Diegooooo.

She turned down the hallway that lead to towards the back exits and caught a production worker heading in her direction.

Cyncity: Heeeeeey, chief production man. Have you seen Cordy anywhere? You know who she is, right? Of course you do!

Production Guy: Actually I have. Just keep walking down the hall and make a left. You won’t miss it.

Cindy narrowed a brow, curious as to know why Cordy was so distant and isolated with her match coming up shortly.

Cyncity: What the heck is going on. Okay, thank yoooou. Byeee.

Cindy pats him on the head and follows the production workers earlier direction, turning her head just as she got to the corner.

Cyncity: Cordy? Where are yoooooou?

As Cindy rounds the corner, she spies Cordelia sitting atop a stack of crates, her earphones in, and her hoodie pulled over her head, completely zoning out. Cindy moves forward, waving her arms trying to get Cordy’s attention. The movement catches Cordy’s eye, and a faint smile appears on her face as she gives an acknowledging nod to her friend.

Cordelia Stevenson: Cynderblock… what you doing back here?

Cindy squints her eyes and looks around to see if there was a place to sit.

Cyncity: Jeeze, you looked like you were really focusing on something there. Like you were in your own little world.

Cindy taps her foot off the ground tries to read Cordy’s expressions a bit better.

Cyncity: You seem… kinda sorta off, Cordy. Not just today either. Even when you were at my house that night it seemed like… like you were there, but you weren’t. I don’t know.

Cindy steps forward and taps Cordy on the shoulder.

Cyncity: What the hecks the matter?

Cordy averts her gaze as she hears Cindy’s words.

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s… nothing, Cynderblock, ok? Don’t even worry your pretty little head about me chica. I’m just… I just have a lot of things on my mind, you know?

She simply shrugs, not knowing what else to do, or what else to say to her friend.

Cordelia Stevenson: I’m fine.

She finally lifts her head, making eye contact with Cindy and offering her a weak smile that she hopes will strengthen the conviction in her words.

Cindy sighs having heard something similar before.

Cyncity: You always say that, and you never mean it though. When you say I’m fine, it means no I’m not fine.

She pauses, replaying the sentence over in her head to make sure it made sense.

Cyncity: And it’s not even just… you’re even acting different towards me. Like look it now! You’re not telling me what’s the matter and usually you would. I’m completely on the outside now and I don’t like it.

She stops speaking for a moment, looking away from Cordy trying to not cause a scene.

Cyncity: Meh, it’s nothing I guess. If I had to know, you would tell me… I think. So maybe I just don’t need to know this one. But there is something I do need to know because it’s been kinda bugging me.

Cindy turns her head and looks back over at Cordy.

Cyncity: What was that… thing at the Knoxer awards about? Like… you just went from all smiles to... blah. Was it because of me?

Cordy takes a deep breath, as she hops down to the floor from off of the crates.

Cordelia Stevenson: No, Cyn.

She vehemently shakes her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: It wasn’t because of you. It’s just…

She exhales in frustration and turns away from Cindy, pacing to find her words. Resting her hands on her hips, she stands there, searching for the right words to say.

Cordelia Stevenson: There we were on stage, telling the world of all the things that make a great team; describing the many things that a great team exemplifies. And the more I spoke Cynderblock… the more I realized that I just didn’t fit that criteria of a good teammate.

Cordelia turns around slowly to face her friend.

Cordelia Stevenson: Two individuals becoming a whole; a unit; moving in unison and knowing, trusting and believing that the person standing alongside them will always be there when need be every step of the way.

She recited her words from the award presentation verbatim.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yet where was I when you needed me? And what makes it worse is that you’re much more than just a partner to me Cyn. You’re my sister. And when I looked at you that night Cyn, all I could think about was how I failed you, and it’s something I’m reminded of constantly.

Cordelia raises her arms and then drops them back down to her side.

Cordelia Stevenson: It’s something that eats at me daily, and I KNOW you say I shouldn’t feel the way I feel, but I do. You are apart of me chica, and it kills me to know that you were put in harms way because of me… and because of him. It hurts to even look at you, knowing that I let you down so badly.

She lets out a sigh, and glances down at the floor.

Cordelia Stevenson: And I’ve hoped that this feeling would fade; but it hasn’t. So I apologize if I’ve been distant chica. It’s nothing you’ve done. You didn’t do anything at all. It’s me; all me...

She pauses for a brief second.

Cordelia Stevenson: ...and him. Jimmy… he made me feel this way Cyn. And I swear to you, he’s going to pay for it all.

Cindy held for a moment, and leaned her back against the hallway wall. She flapped her lips and crossed her arms as she thought over what she wanted to say.

Cyncity: And then what, Cordy? Because while you’re on your quest for revenge… I’m feeling like I’m losing my sister. You’re so keyed in, and so focused on Psycho Chin that you’re pushing away the ones that matter. You didn’t let me down that night in Chicago, Cordy.

She shakes her head.

Cyncity: But you’re letting me down now.

Cyn’s words leave Cordelia absolutely crushed. Cordy looks as if she wants to say something, but no words escape her lips.

Cyncity: I told you a bazillion times that none of that was your fault, but that’s apparently not good enough. So you know what? If you REALLY feel you need to make it up to me...

She stops for a second and takes a few steps down the hall.

Cyncity: ...then be there.

Cindy gives Cordy a knowing nod.

Cyncity: You know what I mean.

She leans forward and gives Cordy a rub on the shoulder before walking away without saying another word. Cordy watches as her friend disappears around the corner before letting out a sigh. From the look on her face, it’s obvious that Cindy’s words have given her much to think about. She pulls her hood back up over her head, and plugs her earphones back in as she turns and walks into the opposite direction.

[FGA Office]

Infinite Empire vs. Viking Funeral Services

J.A. Aldridge:[/font] The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

“Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin begins to play throughout the arena. Viking Funeral Services enters on the first scream, hands raised high and lustily screaming battle noises. The team makes their way down to the ring and enters it with all due haste, looking for a fight.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 502 pounds, they are The Godsend and The Emerald Flame, VIKING FUNERAL SERVICES!

Kris Cruise: Viking Funeral Services are looking to have a successful debut tonight.

Stephy Auger: And a win here could very well put them in good position in this tag team division of Frontier Grappling Arts.

The opening cords to “Insomnia” by the Japanese Rock band High and Mighty Color blare through the arena. The music plays for a few seconds, with the crowd launching into a full chorus of boos, and oddly a few cheers. As the male singer starts to blare out “Buuuurn into miiiind!” Tomoko Hanahara steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. The crowd noise grows a bit louder but is still just as mixed. The crowd unsure of which personality they are getting, does not quite know to cheer or boo, but regardless the majority are booing.

Tomoko Hanahara stands at the top of the ramp for a few moments, looking around the crowd and then down to the Elmo Doll she is holding in her right hand. She talks to the Elmo doll for a bit, as if psyching it up for the match. As the female singer starts to sing for the first time, Tomoko Hanahara nods and then runs down the ramp at full speed, sliding into the ring....

Once in the ring, Tomoko sets up Elmo on the top turnbuckle, and tests the ropes a bit before slouching down to sit in the same corner of the ring that she propped Elmo up on, waiting for the match to start.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Shinjuku, Japan; weighing in at 144 pounds, she is TOMOKO HANAHARA!

Unspoken by The Ghost Inside starts playing through the speakers and boos echo around the arena. R.J. steps out on stage with an arrogant smirk and stands on the stage and embraces all the hatred coming at him. He signals the crowd to keep it all coming and then starts to walk down to the ring. When near the ring, he gets a run up and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs up to his feet.

J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, from Brisbane, Australia; weighing in at 210 pounds, he is RJ PALMER!

Kris Cruise: These two were part of the heinous attack on Cruz, Grayson, Clement,

Stephy Auger: If I’m the opposing team, I’m making sure I’ve got eyes on the back of my head.

As soon as the ref calls for the bell, both teams look to one another to see who they want to start first. Tomoko slowly exits the ring, allowing RJ to start the match, while on the other side, The Emerald Flame steps out after he and The Godsend trade a few friendly words. The Godsend and RJ Palmer then locked up, each looking to get an advantage early. RJ, the smaller of the two, puts The Godsend in a headlock, but is immediately shoved towards the ropes by Godsend who then irish whips him towards the opposite ropes, forcing the headlock to break. RJ bounces off of the ropes and is taken down with a shoulder block. RJ quickly gets to his feet feet, but is met with a big boot to the face. Godsend quickly tries to go for the cover, looking to get an early pinfall.

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The Godsend quickly gets to his feet and holds RJ’s right arm before dragging him towards his corner, where he can tag in The Emerald Flame. Emerald Flame quickly hits the ring and both he and Godsend grab RJ and get him up to both feet before both of them extend out a hand and wrap it around the neck of the Australian. The Viking Funeral Services members then lift up RJ before planting him with a double chokeslam. Godsend exits the ring as The Emerald Flame goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: These two have taken RJ Palmer off guard here in the early moments. And here’s a cover!

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Kickout by Palmer!

Stephy Auger: Ah, but it’s not enough. But if Godsend and The Emerald Flame can keep RJ cornered and away from Tomoko, they should be alright.

The Emerald Flame gets RJ up to both feet before whipping him into the corner where The Godsend is at. Emerald Flame knees RJ in the gut before pulling him out of the corner and grabbing him around the waist. The Emerald Flame then lifts RJ up and tosses him overhead before he lands on the mat, The Emerald Flame connecting with a belly to belly suplex. Unfortunately, that’s a mistake, because it allows RJ to get close enough to where Tomoko can tag herself into the match with boos matching that action.

Kris Cruise: Oh, that was a mistake there by The Emerald Flame.

Stephy Auger: Definitely not one that you see made too much by men who are up there in the years wrestling.

The Emerald Flame gets to his feet and turns to where he threw RJ Palmer, only to see RJ rolling out of the ring from underneath the bottom rope and Tomoko quickly spring into the ring. Tomoko rushes forward and ducks a clothesline before bouncing off of the ropes in front of her, then charging forward towards The Emerald Flame before hooking her legs around his head and sending him flying with a hurricanrana. The Emerald Flame slowly gets to his feet and Tomoko charges forward before planting her boot to the side of The Emerald Flame’s head and connecting with an enzuigiri that lays out The Emerald Flame and allows her to go for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Tomoko is really taking it to The Emerald Flame here.

Stephy Auger: It looks like she quickly caught him off guard and now she could get a quick pinfall here.

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The Emerald Flame kicks out!

Tomoko quickly gets to her feet and begins stomping away at The Emerald Flame before slowly dragging him over to a corner by his feet. Tomoko then quickly climbs the turnbuckles before standing atop of them. She smirks as she looks down behind her at The Emerald Flame before leaping off and connecting with a moonsault! Tomoko goes for another cover!

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The Emerald Flame kicks out again!

Tomoko gets to her feet and sees RJ Palmer ready to tag in once again. She shrugs her shoulders, stomping at the face of The Emerald Flame once before walking over and tagging in RJ, who looks at Tomoko for a second, wondering exactly which one of Tomoko’s personalities is present. When he doesn’t find out, RJ hits the ring and motions for The Emerald Flame to get to his feet before he shoots out his right boot and catches The Emerald Flame right in the jaw with a superkick before he goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: What a superkick by RJ Palmer there!

Stephy Auger: The Emerald Flame might need some ice for that jaw.

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The Emerald Flame kicks out!

RJ grabs Emerald Flame by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before pulling him into the corner. RJ climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, then hooks The Emerald Flame’s head before moving off of the turnbuckle, spinning about 180 degrees, then planting EF’s head into the mat with a tornado DDT! The audience boos as he goes for the cover again!

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And The Emerald Flame kicks out again!

Kris Cruise: The Emerald Flame has taken an absolute beating, but he’s been fighting throughout the entire thing. He’s kicked out of everything so far.

Stephy Auger: It’s gotta be slightly frustrating for the team of Tomoko and RJ.

RJ, getting tired of The Emerald Flame, grabs him and gets him up to both feet before tossing him into the near steel post, right shoulder first. RJ then pulls him out of the corner and throws him to the ground before grabbing the same arm of the shoulder that was targeted and locking in an armbar! The Emerald Flame quickly lets out a loud yelp of pain as he tries to wiggle out of the armbar.

Kris Cruise: Oh, RJ Palmer’s got an armbar locked in!

Stephy Auger: The Emerald Flame could tap out right here!

The armbar isn’t locked in for too long, but when The Emerald Flame starts raising his right hand up in the air and looks ready to tap out...before The Godsend comes in and connects with an elbow drop to break up the armbar. The Godsend quickly exits the ring afterwards as the audience cheers him from breaking that hold.

Kris Cruise: I guess we can say that was a match saving move by The Godsend, yeah?

RJ gets to his feet and looks over at The Godsend before looking over at The Emerald Flame, wondering what he can do next to him. The Emerald Flame slowly gets onto all fours and that’s when RJ gets the idea to charge forward before driving the bottom of his boot onto the top of Emerald Flame’s head and planting his face into the mat with a curb stomp! The audience boos as RJ Palmer goes for the cover once more!

Stephy Auger: Wow, what a curb stomp! That could be it!

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TH- Emerald Flame kicks out once again!

Palmer is stunned as he looks over at the ref and gets told that it’s a two count. Palmer slams the mat with frustration before getting up to his feet and grabbing Emerald Flame by the head and getting him up to both feet. RJ irish whips Emerald Flame into a corner before charging in himself...only for the Emerald Flame to rush out of the corner and take RJ’s head off with a clothesline! Emerald Flame quickly grabs RJ, puts his head between his legs before lifting him up and planting his skull into the mat with a piledriver before going for the cover!

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RJ Palmer kicks out!

Kris Cruise: And now it’s Palmer’s turn to kick out!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and just like that, Viking Funeral Services have control of this match.

The Emerald Flame rolls over to his corner and tags in The Godsend, while RJ rolls over to his corner and tags in Tomoko at the same time! The audience explodes in cheers when they watch Godsend charge forward and take Tomoko’s head off with a clothesline! Tomoko quickly gets to her feet and is met with a leg lariat from Godsend, who goes for the cover!

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And Tomoko kicks out again!

Both of them get to their feet around the same time, but Godsend kicks Tomoko in the gut before hooking both of her arms and planting her skull into the mat with a double arm DDT! The audience cheers as Godsend goes for the cover!

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KICKOUT!

The Godsend gets to his feet, shaking his head as he walks backward into a close by corner. He waits for Tomoko to get to his feet before charging forward and driving his right shoulder into her midsection, connecting with a Gore and going for the cover yet again!

Kris Cruise: The Godsend is putting the hurt on Tomoko!

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TH-Broken up by RJ Palmer!

Stephy Auger: And RJ Palmer makes the save!

Emerald Flame quickly hits the ring and tackles RJ Palmer through the ropes, sending them both out of the ring. Godsend slowly gets to his feet and then grabs Tomoko and slowly gets her to hers...before she catches him from out of nowhere with a kick to the gut before she connects with Sweet Sorrow! The audience boos as Tomoko goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Sweet Sorrow connects!

Stephy Auger: She’s out of it!

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THREE!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match and Tomoko gets to her feet slowly.

J.A. Aldridge: The winners of this match..THE INFINITE EMPIRE!

RJ Palmer slides into the ring as he and Tomoko have their hands raised up in victory by the ref.

Kris Cruise: Not exactly fan favorites, are they?

Stephy Auger: No, no they are not. But they won this match fair and square. And this could definitely spell bad news for whoever stands in their way.