Third Year Anniversary Show (11.22.14)

[FGA Office]

Flashback - 12.01.12

The video feed cuts to a darkened stairwell backstage at the Bayfront Convention Center. Shattered glass sits in shards around the bottom of the staircase. The safety lights that should illuminate that area have all been smashed, and their remnants have been left strewn about the concrete floor. The only light is the red glow from an “EXIT” sign above a steel door to the right. A cameraman comes down the stairs slowly. He walks down around the corner of the landing, glass cracking under his foot-falls, until the camera shows the long, dark shadow under the staircase.

It is in this shadow that a man is sitting with his back to the corner. Much of his face and features are obscured by the mix of darkness and the washed-out red effect of the “EXIT” light.

“You always find me, don't you?”

The man's body barely appears to move as his voice rise and falls in an almost sing-song cadence. His eyes appear as sunken pits under the long shadows cast by his brow. The man lifts a heavy arm and runs it under his noses and then through his matted hair before speaking again.

“I suppose you want me to tell you what I'm doing down here. That's why you're following me, isn't it? Well, fiiine.” He pauses, his voice dropping just above a whisper, “I'm watching. YOU would know all about that, wouldn't you? I'm watching. I'm getting a crow's-eye-view, and I'm biding... my time. Hmmm.”

His face contorts under the heavy red light in what is either a smirk or a grimace; his bemused sound hinting at the former.

“I'm also in mourning. It's sad. Sad. Sad. SAD. SAD... Sad. The dearly departed, may the perpetual darkness... shine upon them. Soooo sad...”

As the man's voice trails off the cameraman steps in a little closer for his microphone to pick up the audio. A thin, low chuckle escapes the sitting man's lips and is only stopped by an abrupt lurch to his feet. The cameraman tries to jerk away, but the man now has the camera firmly in his grasp, staring down the lens with his eyes burning intently under the red light.

“You see, the wrestling that you know is DEAD. DEAD! Deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead... Dead. I, am burying it alive, in a casket of my own creation. So say your prayers...Hmm... You'll need them. Because once this funeral procession ends that's when life after death begins. And where I'm taking Frontier Grappling Arts will make HELL seem like paradise.”

“We're going to PICK the bones and scavenge the carcass of what we leave behind of F.G.A. So bask in the fallacy of life while you can. A murder... of horrible crows is coming.”

The man smirks, his lips curling up the left side of his face and his eyes bugging outward.

“I am Malcolm Drake. Memento... mori...”

The video becomes an unrecognizable streak of black and red as the camera careens, dropped down to the concrete, before the picture is lost to static.

[FGA Office]

(“Man In The Box” hits the arena speakers and the crowd gives a largely positive response as Malcolm Drake emerges from behind the curtain, stalking towards the ring, dressed in his usual ring gear.)

Kris Cruise: Malcolm Drake is on his way to the ring, but he’s not scheduled until later on tonight when he goes against Cyncity.

Stephy Auger: Well Drake isn’t exactly known as someone who does anything by the book, Kris.

(Drake steps around the ring, retrieving a microphone from the ringside table before rolling under the bottom rope. Drake taps the microphone to test if it’s live, and satisfied makes a throat-slash motion to turn the music off. Drake slowly begins pacing a circle around the ring.)

Malcolm Drake: About a month ago, I came out to this ring for the first time in about half-a-year. I came out and I apologized for the things that I had done in FGA. I came out and I stated that I wanted to be better. I wanted to be redeemed. I wanted to make myself over in the image of this company, the best wrestling company on the planet today.

(Drake pauses for the cheap pop.)

Stephy Auger: He’s getting better at this “good guy” thing.

Malcolm Drake: APPARENTLY I had done a better job at corrupting this place than I thought. Because ever since I made those statement it RILED UP a whole bunch of people in the back. I guess I’m not supposed to change. I’m not supposed to apologize. I’m not supposed to do this or that. Does this LOOK like the face of a man who cares what he’s SUPPOSED to do? No… no, no, no. See, Dom Harter might not like it, Cyncity might not like it, but I stand before you here a changed man - an evolving man - and a man who is only getting better week-in and week-out. And that’s why tonight, when I leave my boot-print squarely embedded in Cyncity’s FACE, it won’t be for any reason besides the fact that I am better.

(There’s a smattering of cheers for that comment, but Drake barely pauses to let them be heard.)

Malcolm Drake: But that’s not the reason I’m out here now; I’ll be back out later to take care of all that. The reason I’m out here now is Capital Combat. I know, topical. I’ve been catching a lot of heat for what I did - or more accurately, what I didn’t do - at Capital Combat. What I DIDN’T do was bash Dom Harter’s skull into an unrecognizable pulp with a steel chair. Any everyone been asking the same question… why? Why didn’t I do it. Why didn’t I enact my revenge? Why didn’t I finish Dom Harter’s career? Has Malcolm Drake “gone soft?” The answer is as simple as it is complex… I didn’t have to do it.

(Drake pauses briefly, before continuing.)

Malcolm Drake: You see, it wasn’t me who went into Capital Combat with an axe to grind or a score to settle. It wasn’t me who was pissed off. It wasn’t me who was out for blood. I told each and everyone in the audience when I came back, this isn’t about titles, this isn’t about wins, this isn’t about old grudges and revenge. This is about my redemption. My rebirth through blood and violence. I didn’t beat in Dom Harter’s skull, because I had already BEATEN Dom Harter. I already proved I was the better man and when given the option to strike the kill-shot, I didn’t take it. Because, Dominic, I… am… BETTER… than you.

(There’s no music playing, but a chorus of boos rings out throughout the arena as Dom Harter - ready dressed in his ring attire - steps out from behind the curtain with a look of furious anger etched on his face. His eyes widened, nostrils flared as he glares down the aisle at the ring, at Malcolm Drake. The two of them lock eyes as Harter lifts his microphone to his lips.)

Dom Harter: You had ... already beat ... me?

(He speaks slowly, the fans cheering the words, much to Harter’s annoyance. Regardless he manages to keep his gaze fixed on Drake.)

Dom Harter: You’re … better … than me?

(Another pop from the Jersey City fans; this time Harter glares out at them as he walks down the aisle, approaching the ring slowly.)

Dom Harter: You are many things, Malcolm, but better than me is not one of them. You have done many things, but beating me is not one of them…

(Harter reaches the steel steps, climbing them cautiously as the fans fall into a hushed silence. The tension between the two men is palpable as Dom steps through the ropes, entering the ring to find himself face to face with Malcolm Drake for the first time since Capital Combat. Neither man budging an inch. Drake remaining stoic as Harter’s face contorts in rage.)

Dom Harter: That night in Washington D.C. you took the coward’s way out; twist it however you want, claim the moral victory if it makes you feel better, but you’re just lying to yourself. And I don’t care for your lies anymore, Malcolm. I don’t care for your excuses - these morals you have now - they don’t do anything for me…

(A smirk flashes across Drake’s face as Harter narrows his eyes, inhaling sharply through his nose as he speaks before Drake can.)

Dom Harter: You cheated me out of my finest hour last month, but I will have my revenge, Malcolm. At Final Frontier, I will get you in that ring once more, in a match where you can’t run away or take the coward’s way out. A match where I can’t be cheated out of my victory by some yellow-bellied former crow…

Malcolm Drake: Just name the stipulation, Dominic…

(The fans are on tenterhooks as Harter chuckles softly, a grin crossing his face as he slowly lifts the microphone up once more.)

Dom Harter: At Final Frontier, I want you … in a Dog Collar Match! And I will whip you like the bitch you have become…

(Harter sneers as he drops the microphone, backing away from the stoic Malcolm Drake as he rolls out through the ropes to the mats below. ‘Man In The Box’ begins playing again as Drake keeps his eyes fixed on the retreating, albeit smirking Dom Harter, as the latter heads backstage.)

Kris Cruise: What an announcement!

Stephy Auger: It looks like at Final Frontier we’ll see Drake vs. Harter II - and this time it’ll be a Dog Collar Match.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think we’ve ever had one of those here in FGA, and what a match it promises to be!

[FGA Office]

Saturday, December 20

Hammerstein Ballroom

New York, NY

[FGA Office]

[We return to ringside to see that the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Chaz Holiday is already standing in the center of the ring, dressed in street clothes, with a microphone in his hand.]

Chaz Holiday: As you can see, I’m not exactly dressed to compete tonight. And in fact, as you know, I wasn’t scheduled to compete. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. But there was no way I was going to sit back home, in Los Angeles, knowing that there was a chance that Mirage was going to be in the building.

Ever since the last DVD taping, when he kidnapped my sister, I’ve barely been able to sleep. Two weeks now, I haven’t gone a day where I slept more than 4 hours, because all I can do is lay there, thinking about my sister. Where she is. What he’s doing to her. The worst part is the not knowing. And it’s killing me.

Well no more. I’m gonna find out and I’m gonna get Christina back, tonight. That’s a promise. Mirage… I know you’re here. There’s no way you’d stay away. Come out here and face me like a man.

[Chaz drops the microphone, as he waits for Mirage to make an appearance. After a few seconds of silence pass, Chaz begins to get antsy. Suddenly …]

Mirage: Is this thing on?

[Chaz looks up, seeing Mirage on the tron.]

Mirage: I paid good money for this camera. Figured I needed an upgrade. This one even has a stand! Now, Chaz, I can see you’re fairly upset. That’s understandable. If it makes you feel any better, your sister is fine. Don’t believe me? Here, look for yourself.

[Mirage turns the camera around to reveal Christina tied to a chair, duct tape covering her mouth. Chaz looks on, a mixture of despair and anger seen on his face. Mirage turns the camera back to himself.]

Mirage: As you can see, she’s perfectly fine, just a bit tied up at the moment. Ah, puns. Gotta love them. Now, you really should know by now what I want from you, but just in case you don’t, let me go over it one more time. I want the real you. I want the true, dark, gritty, evil Chaz Holiday. I want that psychopathic fuck that I know is inside you, just as it’s inside all of us. You pretend to be someone kind and caring, when in reality you’re nothing more than the scum of the Earth. We have a hell of a lot more in common than you think, Mr. Holiday. The real difference between us is I embrace it.

[Mirage turns the camera back to Christina, as he walks over towards her. Chaz’s fists clench while he watches this. Christina’s eyes bulge when she sees the malevolent masked man makes his way over towards her, the sister of Chaz shaking her head swiftly and letting out muffled screams. Mirage puts the back of his fingers against Christina’s face and gently swipes them down, in an attempt to calm her.]

Mirage: Shh, shh. It’s okay, Christina. I’m not going to hurt you. Well, that depends entirely on your brother’s actions, so I won’t say that just yet.

[Mirage looks back up at the camera.]

Mirage: It’s entirely up to you to save your sister, Mr. Holiday. Will you give me what I want or do I need to destroy every last ounce of sanity you may or may not have left? Just to be a little more sure you know who you’re dealing with here, I’ve brought something. Excuse me for a minute.

[Mirage walks away from the camera, as Christina keeps her eyes on him, breathing heavily through her nose as she does so. A moment passes, as Chaz looks on from inside the ring, curious as to what Mirage is talking about, but his fists are still clenched tightly. Suddenly, loud, yet muffled, screams are heard from Christina as she violently yanks her head back and forth, trying to get out of the chair. Clearly, she’s seen something she doesn’t like. Mirage walks back in front of the camera and what’s in his hands widens the eyes of Chaz. He’s holding a canister of gasoline.]

Mirage: Now, do you realize how truly serious I am, Mr. Holiday? No? Okay, let’s see if this wakes you up,

[Mirage takes off the lid of the canister and begins pouring the gasoline all over Christina, completely drenching her in it. As the muffled screams continue, the gasoline covers Christina’s body from her hair to her feet. Once the canister is completely empty, Mirage tosses it to the side. He looks back into the camera.]

Mirage: Your sister is a bit wet now, isn’t she? I think there’s only really one way to dry her off in this current predicament.

[Mirage pulls a pack of matches out of his pocket, as Chaz looks on, a complete look of desperation coming across his face. “Don’t do it. … Please, don’t do it. …” he says, barely audible without the microphone. Mirage lights one of the matches and holds it up to the camera.]

Mirage: You need to learn that I’m not somebody to take lightly, Mr. Holiday. I said before that it was my goal to set this world on fire. It seems I’m starting here. We’re in the building. Come find us.

[Mirage tilts his head to the side, doing his usual confused puppy pose, before reaching out with the hand that isn’t holding the match and cutting the camera off. With the tron returning to a view of the arena, Chaz is barely able to stand, holding himself up with the ropes. He looks around, seemingly unaware of the atmosphere around him at this point. Regaining his composure, Chaz quickly exits the ring and runs to the back in a hurry to find his sister, hopefully before something very bad happens to her.]

[FGA Office]

Dante Anglais vs. Noelle Smith

J.A. Aldridge: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

The lights down as the intro of Are You Ready? By In Case Of Fire begins to build up, the lights die down and three spotlights slowly drift from the bottom of the entrance ramp all the way to the top as the vocals kick in and the arena becomes a blur of red flashing lights. Dante steps out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment or two. He closes his eyes as he can literally smell the anticipation amongst the fans before he heads down the entrance ramp and towards the ring with an arrogant, yet purposeful, spring in his step. He slowly climbs the ring steps before climbing between the ropes, stepping into the ring. He spins around, looking out at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself for a few moments before dropping his arms to his sides, an arrogant smirk upon his face. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to stretch, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from East Rutherford, New Jersey; weighing in at 235 pounds, he is DANTE ANGLAIS!

Kris Cruise: Dante Anglais seems ready to go tonight.

Stephy Auger: No, knowing the ego of Dante, he’s ready to do nothing less than win.

"Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up.

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin'

She does an athletic handspring forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida; weighing in at 125 pounds, she is NOELLE SMITH!

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith would look to pick up a victory after failing to walk away with the Legacy #1 contendership in her debut match.

Stephy Auger: And with a win, she could definitely move herself up the FGA ladder and force Dante’s ego to take a hit.

The bell rings and Noelle and Dante slowly circle the ring before Noelle steps up and extends out her hand to Dante for a pre-match handshake. He looks down at it, smirks, then meets her hand with his...before pulling her in and taking her head off with a clothesline!

Kris Cruise: And a cheap shot by Dante Anglais!

Stephy Auger: What a surprise.

Noelle rolls around the mat as the audience boos Dante, who begins stomping away at her before he grabs her by the head and gets her up to both feet. Dante irish whips Noelle towards the nearest corner. Noelle leans up against the corner as Dante charges in, only for Noelle to raise her feet up and catch Dante right in the face forcing him to stumble backwards. Noelle then charges forward and connects with a low dropkick to the right knee of Dante, forcing that knee to buckle and for Dante to drop to it. This allows Noelle to hook Dante’s head and plant it onto the mat before she turns him over and goes for the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Dante kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith has to keep Dante Anglais down if she wants to win this match.

Stephy Auger: Agreed. Dante has the size advantage here and he will know how to use it if he truly gets the chance.

Noelle quickly gets to her feet and watches as Dante rolls onto all fours before he gets to a knee. She moves forward and hooks his head before going for Swing, Set, Match!, only for Dante to shove her off before going for another clothesline. Noelle ducks the clothesline, then attempts to roll Dante up, but he rolls out of it. They both get to their feet at about the same time, but when Dante rushes forward, Noelle spins and catches him in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick! Dante falls to the mat as Noelle drops down as well and goes for another cover!

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Dante kicks out.

Kris Cruise: And Dante kicks out yet again, But man, that roundhouse kick looked real nasty.

Stephy Auger: Definitely a kick that Dante’s going to shake it off.

Noelle gets to her feet and slowly grabs Dante until she gets him to his knees. Noelle then begins to drill Dante in the face with multiple forearm smashes, getting the audience to cheer her as she takes it to the Infinite Empire member. After about ten forearm smashes to the face, Noelle grabs a wobbly Dante and slowly gets him up to both feet. She attempts to irish whip him, but he reverses it and sends her towards the ropes. Noelle bounces off of the ropes, then slides through Dante’s legs before springing up to both feet. Dante turns around and is met with a high dropkick that sends him backwards towards the ropes before he bounces off of them and then catches Noelle off guard with a running clothesline!

Kris Cruise: Wow, what a clothesline by Dante!

Stephy Auger: That looked like it took Noelle’s head off!

Dante gets to his feet, looking irritated at the fact that after he hit Noelle with a cheap shot, she managed to catch him off guard quite a few times. He gets Noelle up to both feet, hooks her head, then suplexes her, slamming her back into the mat before he rolls over and goes for the cover.

ONE!
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Dante breaks up the fall himself?

The audience boos as Dante stops pinning Noelle and instead gets himself and her up to both feet before irish whipping her hard into the nearest corner. Noelle hits the corner chest first before she stumbles backwards into Dante’s clutches, who wraps his arms around her waist before lifting her up and hitting a German suplex! Dante keeps Noelle’s shoulders down as the ref makes the cover...only for Dante to break the count before the ref can even do anything.

Kris Cruise: What the hell is Dante doing here?

Stephy Auger: Looks like he’s gonna use that size advantage.

Dante continues to keep his arm wrapped around as he gets himself and her up to both feet before hitting an even nastier looking German suplex! Noelle writhes around the mat in pain as Dante gets to his feet and drags her towards the center of the ring before dropping his legs right onto her neck with a leg drop before he goes for the cover.

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Noelle kicks out.

Kris Cruise: And Noelle keeps fighting!

Stephy Auger: She’s got a lot of heart.

Dante gets to his feet, chuckling, and then connects with an elbow drop onto Noelle’s chest. He gets her up to both feet and then puts her head between his legs before lifting her up into a powerbomb position, then dropping her onto her back with a powerbomb! But, instead of going for the cover, Dante lets go of Noelle and then slowly gets to his feet before motioning for Noelle to wake up and get to a certain position.

Kris Cruise: Oh, this can’t be good.

Stephy Auger: Is anything ever good when Dante Anglais is involved?

Noelle gets up to her knees after a bit and Dante charges forward and attempts a superkick, but Noelle ducks it, then rolls up Dante!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Dante kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith almost stole a victory there!

Stephy Auger: And you can bet Dante won’t like that!

Dante gets to his feet before Noelle and kicks her right in the gut before hooking her and planting her into the mat skull first with a DDT. Dante then mounts Noelle before catching her with multiple fists to the face before getting her up to both feet and irish whipping her into a corner. Dante charges forward and goes for a corner splash and Noelle moves out of the way at the last second! Dante hits the turnbuckle with his face and stumbles backwards before turning around. Noelle takes that opportunity to charge forward, hook Dante’s head with her legs, and send him through the ropes and out of the ring a hurricanrana!

Noelle then exits the ring, standing on the apron as she waits for Dante to get to his feet before she leaps off of the apron and catches Dante right in the jaw with a flying forearm smash. This causes Dante to drop to a knee, allowing Noelle to grab his head and slam it into the apron before rolling him back into the ring. She slides into the ring herself and sees Dante roll onto all fours before she charges forward and dropkicks him in the side of the head before going for the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Dante kicks out!

Kris Cruise: And Dante kicks out again!

Stephy Auger: Noelle knows she got to do more than this!

Noelle gets to her feet and slowly gets Dante up to both feet before grabbing his head and using all of her strength to somehow hit a snapmare on Dante before she goes for the cover!

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Dante kicks out again!

Noelle grabs Dante once more and gets him up to both feet before leaping up and catching him with a kick to the side of the head, connecting with an enzuigiri! She goes for the cover again as the audience cheers her on!

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TH-Dante kicks out again!

Kris Cruise: Noelle’s gotta keep fighting here, She’s wearing him down!

Stephy Auger: But she’s gotta be careful!

Noelle grabs the head of Dante and slowly gets him up to both feet before kicking him right in the gut, keeling him over, and grabbing his head. She goes for Swing, Set, Match! once more, but when she twists her body, Dante slips out of the maneuver and she lands on her back!

Kris Cruise: Oh, no!

Dante grabs Noelle and gets her up to both feet before hooking her head, lifting her up, then planting her skull into the mat with a brainbuster!

Stephy Auger: He calls that “Cr8 Chaos”!

Anglais, not finished yet, grabs the dazed and confused Noelle and gets her up to both feet before planting her face first into the mat with his swinging reverse STO! The audience lets out a loud chorus of boos as Anglais goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Oh! The Uprising connects!

Stephy Auger: And barring some sort of miracle, this should be it for Noelle Smith!

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TWO!
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THREE!

The bell sounds to call the end of the match as the audience continues to boo.

J.A. Aldridge: The winner of this match...DANTE ANGLAIS!

Dante slowly gets to his feet, a smirk on his face, as the ref walks over and raises his hand in victory.

Kris Cruise: Well, Dante gets himself a nice victory here tonight.

Stephy Auger: But Noelle Smith was definitely game here tonight. We’re going to see a lot more from these two in the future, Kris.

[FGA Office]

Flashback - 5.12.13

Chris Q: How's everyone enjoying the Chris Q Party tonight?

(The fans hate him. They express this by attempting to boo Chris Q out of building. The FGA Champion soaks it all in with a smile.)

Chris Q: Oh come on...you aren't upset about what happened at Only the Strong Survive, are you? Because you all had to know how it was going to go down. Chris Bond attempted to take the FGA Championship from me, but I couldn't let that happen. I treated him just like I've treated the other victims, by dropping him on his head and defeating him in the center of this ring.

(The fans continue to boo Q.)

Chris Q: Don't be upset, that's my fucking job and nobody does it better than me. But I failed in one regard. I didn't eliminate Bond like I wanted to. All of the other opponents that I've destroyed in this company, none of them have come back for seconds. I can't tell if I'm more impressed or pissed off that Chris Bond is still calling me out. Doesn't he realize who I am? I can't spend week after week kicking his ass and giving him endless title shots. Only Ryan Kidd is allowed a million chances to unsuccessfully capture the FGA Championship. But all kidding aside, Bond, what makes you think you deserve another chance? Just because it took two Compactors to put you away? So what? I got the job done all the same. Fighting you again would be a waste of everybody's time.

(Fans begin to chant Bond's name, encouraging the idea of a rematch.)

Chris Q: If you want another chance at this title, do what everyone else is expected to do and earn it. I only needed one chance to win the title, so I didn't need to work my way back up. But from my perspective, Chris Bond is at the back of the line. Don't feel bad, Bond. Maybe we can meet up after the show for a drink? I'll pick up the tab...

(The hatred again takes over as the people again boo the FGA Champion.)

Chris Q: The most important thing for me is keeping this title. I don't care who I have to beat or how many times I need to do it. The FGA Office can continue to throw challengers my way. I'll continue to devour the entire roster. Just like tonight, when I expose Dom Harter for being nothing more than Malcolm Drake's sidekick. At this pace, I'll run through the list of contenders so fast, maybe Bond will be back in front. It doesn't matter if it's Harter, Bond, Drake, or someone else in the back, I'll squash anyone that tries to take the belt from me. You'll all sit and watch as the contenders fall and the roster dwindles. All the while my undefeated streak continues to rise. This is a fucking awesome party, isn't it?

(Chris raises the FGA Championship above his head.)

Chris Q: Just so everyone is clear. Bond, Harter, Murder, Harvard, and anyone else in the back...I am the FGA Champion. I am the Big Bad of Frontier Grappling Arts. If you step to me, I will put you down. If my record hasn't made that clear, then I invite you into the ring to find out. I have this title for a reason and if you don't respect that, I'll end your fucking career. This is just a friendly warning.

Dom Harter: Last night was … unpleasant. That intolerable prole, Kidd, exploiting a loophole to crawl his way back into FGA…

(Harter runs a hand through his hair, biting his lip to hold back the verbal lashing he wishes to unload.)

Dom Harter: His time will come eventually. But tonight is about something … different. Tonight I’m straying from the path laid before me; a brief reprieve from breaking Junior, physically, spiritually and emotionally. Tonight I have my sights set on one man!

(Dom holds up his right index finger for clarification.)

Dom Harter: Tonight is my first chance at FGA gold. It will be the only chance I need, because tonight here in Ocean City you lucky fans are going to see what none of you thought possible. What none of you dare dream of. Tonight you are going to witness the fall of that demagogue, Chris Q. Here tonight you will see him be dragged, kicking and screaming, from that throne on which he has been placed. The crown stripped from off his head. The belt he has held for far too long removed from his possession and all of those will be presented to me…

(A wry sneer crosses Harter’s face.)

Dom Harter: The FGA Championship will be in my possession, I will assert myself at the top of the FGA mountain. And soon enough all of you fans, you doubters, you haters … You will look up to me, you will look up to Malcolm Drake and Bob Pooler as your superiors. Your rulers. This will all be ours soon enough. And it will start when I take that belt from Chris Q.

FGA Heavyweight Championship
(c) Chris Q vs. Dom Harter

As Harter tries to bring Q back up to his feet, Q nails him with a series of punches to the midsection. But Harter stops him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then delivers a headbutt to the shoulder, dropping Q down to his knees. After picking Q up, Harter grabs him from behind and lifts him up. As he turns Q in the air, Q's foot accidentally catches the ref in the face, knocking him down. Harter then drops Q with a reverse implant DDT. He goes to make the cover, but quickly realizes that the ref isn't counting. So Harter gets up and heads over towards the ref. While Harter tries to revive the ref, Q gets up. He then heads over, grabs Harter from behind and brings him down with the Cracker-Jack. Harter can be seen arching his back in pain.

Grayson: Harter is in pain, Kev.

Clement: He looks to be worse for wear after being given the Cracker-Jack. And that's usually Chris Q's go-to move right before The Compactor.

Q then picks up Harter and scoops him up across his shoulders for The Compactor. But Harter frantically elbows him in the side of the head before slipping down from behind. When Q turns around, Harter kicks him between the legs, sending Q crumbling to the canvas in pain.

Grayson: Goal!

Clement: Dom Harter with the blatant low blow! Where's the ref?

Grayson: Still out cold. Which means he can't get disqualified!

Harter rolls to the outside, grabs Manny Cruz and tosses him out of his chair. He then scoops up the chair, folds it up and slides into the ring. Harter slowly makes his way over to Q with a smirk on his face.

Clement: I've never been one to show concern over a man like Chris Q. But this isn't right. Don't let this match end this way.

Grayson: Please, Chris Q would do the exact same thing.

As Q gets on his knees and turns over, Harter raises the belt high above his head. But before he can strike, Q reaches up and nails him with a low blow of his own, sending Harter falling to the floor.

Grayson: Like I was saying....

Bob Pooler can be seen racing down to the ring to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: You hear that? I can hear a crow in the distance.

Clement: Once again, The Murder uses the numbers game to their advantage.

After climbing up onto the apron, Pooler climbs up onto the turnbuckles. When Q turns around, Pooler leaps off. But Q catches him in mid air with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Pooler, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. When Q turns around, he sees the chair. He looks over to Harter, then back to the chair, then back at Harter, then back at the chair. Q heads over and snatches up the chair.

Grayson: Here we go.

Clement: This doesn't look good, Evan.

Grayson: It looks awful for Harter. But it's about to look great for the champ.

Q sizes up Harter as he impatiently waits for Harter to get up. Q raises the chair over his head. But from out of nowhere, Chris Bond slides into the ring and snatches the chair from out of Q's hands. The crowd cheers as Bond slides to the outside. Q turns around and sees who stole the chair from him. When he turns around and sees that it's Bond, he's irate.

Clement: Chris Bond with the save. He's trying to keep this championship match on the up and up.

Grayson: Well isn't that just sweet? Chris Q needs to knock his lights out and take back the chair.

Q heads over to the ropes and yells at Bond to give him the chair. But Bond shake his head. Q then kicks the bottom rope and yells at him to give him the chair. But Bond shakes his head and tells him that him and Harter aren't going to win this way. He then tosses the chair on the floor as the crowd cheers.

Grayson: What is he doing? Is he nuts?

Someone can be seen making their way through the crowd on the far side of the ring. Q then drops down to one knee, sticks his head through the ropes and yells at Bond to give him the fucking chair. But Bond refuses. But Bond's anger turns to concern once he sees Malcolm Drake hop over the barricade, scoop up the FGA Championship belt and slide into the ring. His eyes widen as he begins to frantically shake his head. When Q gets up and turns around, Drake dives over and clocks him in the face with the belt. Bond places his hands on his head in shock as Drake rolls to the outside.

Grayson: BAM!

Clement: Malcolm Drake! Malcolm Drake with a belt shot to the head! That damn Malcolm Drake just clocked Chris Q right in the face with the FGA Championship belt!

As Q lays out in the ring, Harter slowly crawls over and drapes his arm across Q's chest. The ref then slowly sits up and shakes out the cobwebs. He turns over and sees the pin. Bond can be seen slapping the canvas, trying his best to get the ref's attention. He repeatedly tries to wave off the ref and yells at him that Drake hit Q with the belt. But the ref, still in a dazed state, can't quite hear him. He starts the count.

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“Superunknown” blares throughout the building to a chorus of boos. Bond collapses to his knees and buries his head in his hands.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FGA Champion, DOM HARTER!

Drake and Pooler roll into the ring. They help Harter up to his feet as the ref hands him the FGA Championship belt. A smile forms across Harter's face as he kisses the belt. He raises the belt in the air, but he quickly winces in pain before holding his back. The boos are nearly deafening as Harter celebrates his FGA Championship win with his fellow crows.

Grayson: And this, kids is why you shouldn't be a Good Samaritan.

Clement: Don't try and blame this on Bond. Malcolm Drake nailed Chris Q in the head with the title belt, knocking him out. This is how the streak ends? This is how the title reign ends? Now those damn crows have the FGA Championship. This makes me sick!

Drake and Pool hold up Harter on their shoulder. Harter then raises the FGA Championship belt with a smirk on his face to a chorus of “MURDER SUCKS!” chants from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: Up next we’ve got Cyncity taking on Malcolm Drake. The last time out, we heard Drake get overwhelming cheers from the crowd. That’s something that I thought I’d never see.

Stephy Auger: Maybe the crowd is finally starting to believe Drake. Or maybe they just love the fact that he’s going after someone as hateable as Dom Harter. But the crowd has taken a liking to Drake over these past few weeks. But on the flip side, we’ve seen some boos begin to trickle in here and there for Cyncity. Cindy Parker is one of the nicest, sweetest people you’ll ever meet. But much like her partner Cordy Stevenson, Cyncity was forever changed after that concussion from Jimmy Page. That, coupled with the fact that she’s still titleless in FA, also coupled with Dan Herrera’s questionable comments towards her, has led to a slight attitude shift and a change of style inside the ring.

Cyncity vs. Malcolm Drake

The beginning of "Rumors" by Lindsey Lohan plays over the sound system until it's cut off by a static. The lights in the arena dim down to nothing as the static is replaced by the sounds of the audiences jeers and cheers.

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 127 pounds… CYNCITY!

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 190 pounds… MALCOLM DRAKE!

Drake makes a bee-line for the ring without pausing to acknowledge the fans or their reaction to him, sliding under the bottom rope on his stomach and crawling to the nearest turnbuckle corner, where he slumps his arms over the middle rope, staring out at the crowd. He turns back towards the ring, slouching in the corner; his hair draped over his face.

The bell sounds as Cyncity and Drake lock up. Both grapplers jockey for position. But Drake is quick to use his strength advantage to move Cyncity into the corner. The ref then heads over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both grapplers reluctantly break the hold. While Drake’s got his arms in the air, Cyncity pokes him in the eyes, causing some surprising boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Drake left himself wide open and Cyncity made him pay!

Stephy Auger: She’s definitely been throwing in some questionable moves in her matches as of late.

The ref scolds Cyncity for the eye poke. She says she’s sorry. But she then stomps on Drake’s foot.

Cyncity then takes Drake, brings him down the ring and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Cyncity sends Drake into the opposite corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a jumping knee to the face. She then brings Drake from out of the ring, leaps up and takes Drake down with a jumping armbreaker. Cyncity pushes him over and makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Cyncity bends over to set up a back body drop. But Drake stops, grabs Cyncity, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the outside.

Kris Cruise: What could Drake be setting up for here?

As Cyncity gets up on the outside, Drake runs into the ring. When Drake comes back, he leaps through the ropes and tackles her down to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Suicide dive by Malcolm Drake!

Drake picks up Cyncity and rolls her back into the ring. As Drake gets up and is halfway through the ropes, Cycnity gets up and sucker punches him in the face. A small pocket of boos can be heard throughout the crowd. She then takes Drake, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then takes Drake and whips him into the opposite corner. But Drake ricochets from out of the corner and knocks her down with a running shoulder block. Cyncity gets back up, but Drake knocks her down with a clothesline. Cyncity gets back up, but Drake knocks her down with another clothesline. As Cyncity gets back up, Drake runs over and connects with a knee lift, sending Cyncity stumbling into the ropes. Drake circles the ring before darting over and connecting with a clothesline, sending both him and Cyncity over the top and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

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

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Cyncity kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Drake is obviously focused on the task at hand in Cyncity. But in the back of his mind, he’s got to be thinking about his match with Dom Harter at Final Frontier.

Stephy Auger: That’s right. The match was made official a little while ago. The two former Murder members will square off in a Dog Collar Match. There will be no disqualifications. No count out. Just two men attached by a dog collar and a 10 foot chain. We’ve seen just how brutal these two can get. I can’t even imagine what they’ve got in mind when it comes to that steel chain

Drake picks up Cyncity, heads into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Drake unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Cyncity and whips her into the opposite corner. Drake then runs across the ring and connects with a forearm smash, sending Cyncity slumping down in the corner. One Drake gets back to his feet, he delivers several facewashes before running into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he connects with a running facewash. Drake reaches down, picks up Cyncity, brings her from back towards the center of the ring and connects with a dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Drake picks up Cyncity and goes for an irish whip. But Cyncity reverses, sending Drake into the ropes. When Drake comes back, he tackles Cyncity down with a Lou Thesz Press. He then mounts himself on top of Cyncity and hammers away with wild rights and lefts. After picking Cyncity back up, Drake goes for a vertical suplex, but Cyncity slips down from behind and shoves Drake into the ropes. After Drake’s chest bounces off the ropes and he stumbles back, Cyncity connects with a superkick to the back of the head, sending Drake stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that superkick?

Stephy Auger: Did you see the way Drake’s head snapped forward after that kick?

Cyncity steps out onto the apron and waves Drake up. As Drake slowly gets up, Cyncity runs along the apron, dives off and takes him down from behind with the Mugshot to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity picks up Drake, rolls him back into the ring, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Cyncity picks up Drake, leans him against the ropes and nails him with a series of forearm strikes to the face. She then takes Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Cyncity connects with a running front dropkick. She makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Cyncity picks up Drake and positions him for a DDT. But Drake is able to roll out and counter with a short-arm clothesline. Drake then picks up Cyncity and goes for an Ace Crusher. But Cyncity shoves Drake off of her and into the ropes. She then goes for a dropkick. But she telegraphs it too early, allowing Drake to hang onto the ropes. After Cyncity gets back up, Drake runs over and connects with a roaring elbow, knocking her down. Drake makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Hard elbow to the face from Drake, but it only gets two.

Stephy Auger: These two have been battling back and forth sense the opening bell!

Drake picks up Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Drake throws out a lariat. But Cyncity ducks and counters with a floatover spinning neckbreaker. Cyncity then picks up Drake and kisses him on the cheek, giving him the “beauty” part of Beauty and The Knee. She then takes off into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Drake delivers a lariat that turns her inside out. Drake crawls over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: What a hard lariat that was. I’m surprised he didn’t knock Cyncity’s head off.

Stephy Auger: Cyncity’s trying to will herself back into this match. She knows what this win would do. But Drake may be moments away from ending this match.

Drake picks up Cyncity and connects with a headbutt, sending her stumbling into the corner. Drake then heads into the corner, grabs Cyncity and goes for an irish whip. But Cyncity reverses, sending Drake into the corner. Cyncity then runs across the ring. But Drake steps from out of the corner, grabs her and delivers an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: What a suplex into the corner! You know that’s got to hurt!

Stephy Auger: Cyncity’s trying to get back to her feet. But how much does she have left in her?

As Drake crawls back towards the center of the ring, Cyncity pulls herself up using the ropes. When she turns around, Drake gets up, turns and runs into the corner. He goes for a yakuza kick. But Cyncity moves out of the way, causing Drake to get his leg caught across the top rope. Before he can get himself free, Cyncity comes from behind and delivers The Breathtaker.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity moves out of the way in the nick of time and comes back with a great counter!

After bouncing off her knees and rolling away, Drake slowly gets back to his feet. But unbeknownst to him, Cyncity runs up from behind. She hops up onto his shoulders and flips back, delivering the Cynderana to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity makes the cover.

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

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, CYNCITY!

Cyncity gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity was this close to getting her head knocked off with that yakuza kick. But she was able to counter and it was all downhill from there for Malcolm Drake.

[FGA Office]

(Ashley Sullivan is backstage finishing the final preparations for her match with Jimmy Page later on. Tying the laces of one of her shoes as she sat on a storage case before putting her leg back down. Panning some to the right, Colton Sterling is standing there besides her as she finishes.)

Colton Sterling: You’re sure you’re not worried at all about getting in there with Page tonight? He’s been a little… off lately.

Ashley Sullivan: I’m sure that I’m sure. Are you sure that you’re sure that I’m sure?

(Colton rolls his eyes at her attempt to confuse him while she laughs and giggles at his reactions.)

Colton Sterling: Smart ass. Just don’t go doing anything crazy out there alright.

Ashley Sullivan: Crazy? Me? Nope. Besides, I can’t get hurt and let you fend for yourself. The tag team division is looking pretty slim again with the Black Pinkies turning tail again but for good this time.

Annie Zellor: Heyyy guys!

(The camera zooms out a little more, just in time to see Annie Zellor run onto the scene - wearing an oversized lumberjack shirt - and glomp tackle Ash from behind, wrapping her arm around Ashley’s waist. Colton laughs to himself as, a few seconds behind her partner, Laurel Anne Hardy enters the shot from the same direction as Annie entered, though she seems to be in a rather sour mood. The hug is released before Annie speaks again.)

Annie Zellor: Oh my god, I’m sooo excited. I can’t wait to be a lumberjack tonight. Are you looking forward to it too, Colton?

Colton Sterling: Uh, yeah…

(Laurel, behind Annie, rolls her eyes at the mention of the main event.)

Annie Zellor: Cooool! And good luck out there tonight, Ash. You and Jimmy Page is gonna be awesome!

Ashley Sullivan: Thanks, Annie. Listen, there’s something Colton and I have been talking about…

(Annie nods enthusiastically, a wide smile on her face as she glances between Ashley and Colton; the pair of them swap glances as Ashley coughs to clear her throat.)

Ashley Sullivan: Do you remember the match you and Fel had a few months ago at HKW vs. The World?

Annie Zellor: Yeah. That night was sooo amazing!

Ashley Sullivan: It was. Well, I was thinking, how about we do something to top that?

Colton Sterling: How about we all do something to top that? I mean, Final Frontier is coming up and with The Black Hand leaving, the #sparklebuddies don’t have any opponents lined up at the moment. And I think, at the moment at least, beating the Black-

(Colton looks over at Ash and smirks.)

Colton Sterling: -Pinkies twice could at least give us your consideration. I know you guys want to be fighting champions too, and without any opponents, it’s feeling like we might be the only option at the moment. Or maybe you guys have someone else lined up?

(Annie and Laurel look at one another; the smile on Annie’s face grows wider as she begins to jump up and down on the spot. Laurel shrugs vaguely, her expression remaining dispassionate.)

Annie Zellor: Oh my God, we would love to face you guys!

Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah, I mean… we have to defend against someone, and I would love for it to be you two.

(She runs her hands through her hair.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: You’re my mates and you deserve me being straight with you - I can’t promise right now I can give you the kind of match I gave Sex Sells or Mario Brothers. But… you two have earned a shot, there’s no question about that.

(Laurel laughs, reflectively.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Y’know all the way up to Capital Combat I’d so much rather’ve been facing you guys than The Black Hand? …now, a match with The Black Hand is all I particularly want, and I can’t have it. But you guys are on fire and you shouldn’t have to wait any longer cause of my shit.

(Colt and Ash smile as they look at one another before they turn to the FGA World Tag Team champions.)

Colton Sterling: Then I guess we make it official, huh? AshTon vs #sparklebuddies for the FGA World Tag Team championships at Final Frontier?

(Colton and Ash both extend out their hands, looking for a handshake, which they get before Annie brings them both in for a group hug.)

[FGA Office]

Flashback - Respect is Earned

Sean Sands: Well, I think if you watched what I had to say a couple of days ago, you'd know exactly my thoughts on this match. I've got nothing to lose tonight. I lose and I just have to work my way back up once more. That's it.

Spencer Burke: Most people don't go into a match thinking that they might lose...

Sean chuckles.

Sean Sands: Then I guess I'm not most people. Most matches, I walk in there thinking that losing is a possibility and I love it because it makes me feel that pit in my stomach every time I don't have the upper hand. Jimmy Page....I thought I could beat him and thought that losing wasn't an option. Tonight, losing is an option. It's a very huge option. Most experts have chosen Q and I can see why. But tonight, I would more than love to prove some experts wrong. Could I lose tonight? Sure. Will it break my spirit and my will? HELL NO.

Spencer nods his head before moving on.

Spencer Burke: What did you think of Q's words directed at you?

Sean Sands: I think that was Q expressing his freedom of speech right. I see no problem with what he said. He didn't like the Chris Q doll, which was a shame. He didn't like the fact that I brought up the ladder and the fact that he's at the top, which I thought he would like since it was slightly ego stroking. Guess not. Q can think what he wants to think about me. At the end of the night, what happens in the ring is what matters.

Spencer Burke: Any final words?

Sean nods his head before turning to the camera.

Sean Sands: I find it kind of...ironic? Yeah, let's go with that. I find it ironic that this show is called "Respect Is Earned" because outside of the ring, Q and I don't respect each other. Hell, even a little bit in the ring. Tonight, it isn't about respect. It isn't about pride. It's about that FGA title and it's about me proving to Q that I won't be a goddamn pushover. There likely won't be any respect earned for me from Q, but should Q pull off the win tonight....

Sean takes a second and scratches his chin...

Sean Sands: He'll earn my full respect as an in-ring competitor.

Chris Q: No, I’m done listening to Sean talk. I’ve already wasted too much of my time listening to that moron speak. Sean says he has a lot to prove? No shit.

Spencer Burke: What about you? What do you have planned for the main event here tonight?

(Chris turns to look at Spencer, unimpressed by the line of questioning.)

Chris Q: Shut your fucking mouth. I’m not going to sit here and reveal any of my game plan before I get into the ring. I don’t need to talk just to hear my own voice like Sean Sands constantly does.

Spencer Burke: Well is there anything you’d like to talk about?

(Q doesn’t respond. He looks down at the FGA Championship on his shoulder and shakes his head, the confident smirk returning once again.)

Chris Q:This. This is the only thing I need to say. The FGA Heavyweight Championship belongs to me. I will do absolutely anything to keep this title. I had to win a lot of matches to get a shot at this belt and I’ve had to go through hell to keep it. No matter what gets thrown my way, I always figure out a way to win. I don’t leave the arena tonight unless my hand is raised and the FGA Heavyweight Championship is with me.

(Q turns again to look at Spencer, now scowling at the interviewer.)

Spencer Burke: Thank you for the time, Chris. Good luck in your match tonight.

Chris Q: I don’t need any fucking luck. That shit is for losers. I win on my own. I don’t ask for help and I certainly don’t need luck.

(Chris turns back, looking directly into the camera.)

Chris Q: Luck is what brought Sean Sands to this match tonight. But now his luck has run out and he’s about to face the worst beating of his entire career. Maybe it was just bad luck all along…

Both men slowly get up. Sands connects with several shoot kicks to the chest. Sands throws another kick. But Q catches his foot and throws him down with a dragonscrew legwhip. The crowd boos. Q then picks up Sands, scoops him up across his shoulders....

Clement: COMPACTOR!

Grayson: Thanks for coming, Sands...

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THRE-NO! Sands kicks out.

Grayson: WHAT!?

Sands: HE KICKED OUT!? SANDS KICKED OUT!

Q gets up on his knees and looks as if he's seen someone from beyond the grave. He looks up at the ref and holds up three fingers with both hands. But the ref confirms his worst fears – Sands kicked out. Q begins slapping the canvas in frustration.

Once Q snaps out of it, he slowly gets back up to his feet. He turns around and sees Sands slowly pulling himself up using the ropes. So Q marches over, grabs Sands by the hair from behind and drags him back towards the center of the ring. The crowd boos as Q begins yanking Sands by the hair as he taunts him. Q then goes to take Sands' head off with a lariat. But Sands ducks, jumps up from behind....

Clement: SAND ATTACK!

Clement: GAH!

The crowd cheers as Sands rolls out onto the apron. After pulling himself up using the ropes, Sands climbs the turnbuckles. Once he gets to the top, Sands leaps off and connects with the Sand Drop to cheers from the crowd. After Sands arches his back in pain, he turns over and makes the cover...

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"We Can Make The World Stop" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner... and NEW Frontier Grappling Arts Heavyweight Champion, SEAN SANDS!

Sands gets up on his knees. He looks around in shock. He hears his music playing. He sees the fans cheering. But he can't believe it... until the ref hands him the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. Sands clutches the belt and falls back on the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Crowd: SANDS! SANDS! SANDS! SANDS! SANDS!

Clement: NEW CHAMPION! WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!

Sands slowly gets up to his feet. The ref raises Sands' arm in the air to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I can't believe it...

Clement: I can't believe it, either. But we've got a new champion! Sean Sands has beaten Chris Q to become the FGA Heavyweight Champion!

Sands limps into the corner. After gingerly climbing up onto the middle turnbuckle, he raises his newly won FGA Heavyweight Championship belt to a standing ovation from the crowd...

[FGA Office]

Riley Owens & Cordy Stevenson vs. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine & Dom Harter

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display. The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in Jersey City.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 238 pounds! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard,” DOM HARTER!

Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it.

Kris Cruise: There are so many combustible elements in this match, Steph. Dom hates Riley. Riley can’t stand him, either. Dom hates Cordy. Cordy hates Dom. Tony hates Cordy. Cordy couldn’t care less about Tony. Riley hates Tony. Tony hates Riley.

Stephy Auger: While on paper these aren’t ideal tag team partners. But when you take the various relationships into account, this could make for two pretty good teams.

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 154 pounds! He is the reigning FGA Pride Champion, “Sunshine Scandalous” TONY CARMINE!

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine may have won the Pride Championship from Riley Owens. But there’s still no love lost between the two.

Stephanie Auger: Definitely not. Riley made it perfectly clear that even though Tony’s beaten him twice, he’ll always be in his shadow. And you know that’s got to eat away at Tony.

The opening riffs of "Whore" by In This Moment begin to blare throughout the arena as the lights dim down and take on a purplish hue. A light mist fills the entranceway, and a shapely silhouette can be seen taking form.

I'm the girl you've been thinking about.

The one thing you can't live without.

Yeah I'm the girl you've been waiting for.

I'll have you down on your knees,

I'll have you begging for more.

As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson slowly emerges through the mist, removing her hoodie from her head. She comes to a stop atop the ramp, glancing around and taking in the reception. She rolls her neck around before bowing her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. As the song transitions to the chorus, she snaps her head up, sending her hair flying from her face.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Freeport, Long Island! Weighing in at 146 pounds… CORDY STEVENSON!

Her eyes lock in on the ring and she begins her march towards her destination with a determined stride. Once she gets to the ring, she climbs up onto the apron and walks to the middle of it. She turns and faces the audience, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in their reaction. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring. She quickly unzips her hoodie and tosses it away. She moves to her corner, anxious to get things underway.

Kris Cruise: Cordy Stevenson may have been changed forever after her encounters with Jimmy Page.

Stephanie Auger: Cordy saw her best friend Cindy Parker be concussed by Jimmy Page. No one can blame her for being out for revenge. But has her lust for revenge consumed her? Even after her team soundly defeated Page’s, with her being the one to eliminate Page, she doesn’t feel complete. There’s a part of her that still feel empty. Will she ever be able to feel whole again? Only Cordy knows the answer to that.


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

J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, now residing out of Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 200 pounds… RILEY OWENS!

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

Kris Cruise: Riley has himself a date with Jimmy Page for the World Championship. But he’s got to stay focused on this match first. Standing across the ring from him are two men that he’s had history with.

Stephanie Auger: Riley has yet to defeat either man one on one. Knowing how competitive Riley is, you know he’s got to be chomping at the bit at the thought of helping Cordy beat these two tonight.

The bell sounds as Riley and Harter start things off. After locking up, Riley places Harter in a side headlock. But Harter’s able to shove Riley off of him and into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter knocks him down with a running shoulder block. He then reaches down, picks up Riley and hurls him into the corner. As Harter marches over, Riley throws out a kick to the midsection that connects. He then hammers away with a barrage of forearm strikes before heading into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter cuts him off with a lariat, garnering boos from the crowd. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Riley kicks out.

Harter picks him up, heads into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Riley around, Harter delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Riley and whips him into the opposite corner. Harter runs across the ring, but Riley catches him with an elbow to the face. As Harter stumbles back, Riley comes from out of the corner and knocks him down with the Cyclone Kill.

Kris Cruise: Discus kick right to the face by Riley! He goes for the cover...

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Harter kicks out.

Riley picks up Harter, drags him by the arm towards his corner and tags in Cordy Stevenson.

Stephanie Auger: Here comes Cordy! She’s been dying to avenge that loss to Dom Harter from back in PDW.

After Cordy gets in, she kicks Harter in the midsection and follows up with an arm wringer. But Harter reaches over with his free arm and rakes her across the eyes. He then grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she slides through Harter’s legs and yanks him by the ankle, sending him face first onto the canvas. As Harter tries to get up, Cordy runs into the ropes. But she’s nailed with a knee to the back by Tony Carmine.

Kris Cruise: Blatant cheap shot by the Pride Champ!

After stumbling away from the ropes, Cordy turns around and knocks Tony off the apron and to the floor with a forearm strike.

Stephanie Auger: But Cordy’s able to get a little payback with that forearm shot!

Before Cordy can turn around, Harter grabs her from behind. After pulling her away from the ropes, he goes for a belly to back suplex. But Cordy rolls over his shoulder, lands on her feet and shoves Harter into the ropes. When he comes back, she catches him with a spinning heel kick. Cordy makes the cover.

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Harter kicks out.

Cordy picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Cordy into the ropes. As Cordy heads across the ring, she uses her momentum to counter with a handspring enzuigiri, knocking Harter down. After getting back to her feet, she runs into the ropes and connects with a springboard corkscrew senton. She hooks the leg.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

After picking up Harter, Cordy takes him down with a russian legsweep. She then runs into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she goes for a rolling senton. But Harter gets his knees up, causing Cordy to crash down across them. After getting back up to his feet, Harter yanks up Cordy and whips her hard into the corner. After crumbling down to the canvas, Harter marches over and tags in Carmine.

Kris Cruise: Now here comes Tony Carmine. And just look at that smile plastered on his face.

Stephanie Auger: The man hates Cordy with every fiber in his being. You know he’d love for nothing more than to attack her while she’s down.

When Carmine gets in, he picks up Cordy, throws her down with a scoop slam and puts the boots to her. After dropping to his knees, Carmine chokes Cordy with both hands to boos from the crowd. She can be seen kicking her legs as she tries to pull Carmine’s arms from off her. But it’s to no avail.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Carmine reluctantly breaks the hold. After getting back up to his feet, he yanks up Cordy and throws her down with another scoop slam. After stepping on her hair, he reaches down and pulls up her arms, causing her to groan with pain as the crowd boos.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Carmine lets go. He reaches down, picks up Cordy and nails her with a reverse discus elbow, sending her stumbling into the corner. After heading into the corner, Carmine lunges out and chokes Cordy again to boos from the crowd.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FI--

Carmine quickly lets go. But the ref isn’t letting him off easy.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s been absolutely relentless since getting in the ri--

Stephanie Auger: Look! What is Dom going!?

As the ref scolds Carmine, Harter takes the tag rope and chokes Cordy with it as the crowd erupts in boos. Riley sees this, so he tries to get in the ring. But the ref quickly cuts him off. Carmine then marches over and puts the boots to Cordy while Harter continues to choke her.

Kris Cruise: This isn’t right! Stop this!

Stephanie Auger: Come on, ref, turn around!

Riley frantically points at the ref and tells him to turn around, but the ref isn’t having any of it. So Riley grabs the ref by his arms and forcefully turns him around. The ref’s eye bulge with shock as he sees the illegal double team. So he marches over, moves Carmine out of the way and slaps Harter’s hands off of Cordy as the crowd cheers. He then gives both men a stern warning, letting them both know that they’re lucky he’s not DQing them right now.

Kris Cruise: He should just DQ them!

Stephanie Auger: He really should!

Carmine then heads across the ring and points at Riley, calling him a snitch. He then heads back into his corner, moves Cordy from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Cordy reverses, sending Carmine into the ropes. It’s there that Carmine gets a taste of his own medicine, as Riley nails him with a knee to the back.

Kris Cruise: I bet it doesn’t feel good when the shoe is on the other foot.

Carmine turns and goes to attack Riley. But Riley quickly jumps down from off the apron. As Carmine yells at Riley, Cordy runs up from behind and drops him down with a jumping reverse bulldog as the crowd explodes in cheers. After Riley climbs back onto the apron, he reaches his arm through the ropes and gets the tag.

Kris Cruise: Now Riley’s back in!

Stephanie Auger: Listen to this crowd, Kris! They want to see Riley kick Tony’s butt all over that ring!

Once Riley’s back in, he picks up Carmine and whips him into the ropes. When Carmine comes back, Riley knocks him down with a lariat. Carmine gets back up, but Riley darts across the ring and knocks him down with another lariat. As Carmine gets back up, Riley heads over and nails him with a rolling solebutt to the midsection, doubling him over. After applying a cravat, Riley nails him with several knees to the face and follows up with a cravat suplex to cheers from the crowd. He heads over and makes the cover.

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Carmine gets his shoulder up, resulting in disappointed sighs from the crowd.

Riley picks up Carmine and shoves him into the corner. As Riley marches into the corner, Tony nails him with a poke to the eyes. The crowd boos as he grabs Riley and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Riley around, Tony unleashes a series of blistering chops to the chest. As Riley clutches his chest, Tony taunts him as he playfully slaps him across the face. But that’s but to a stop when Riley grabs Tony, throws him into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. The crowd cheers as he steps back and blasts Tony in the chest with a series of shoot kicks. After a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection, Riley applies a Muay Thai Clinch and hammers away with alternating knee strikes to the face. The last knee strike sends Tony slumping down in the corner.

After marching into the opposite corner, Riley turns, runs across the ring, leaps into the air and connects with a corner dropkick to the face. Riley drags Tony from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Tony gets his shoulder up.

Riley picks up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Riley bends over to set up a back body drop. But Tony counters with a knee lift that knocks him down.

As Riley tries to get back to a vertical base, Tony runs to his corner and tags Harter back in. Once Harter gets in, he immediately darts over and tries to catch Riley off guard with a lariat. But Riley ducks. When Harter turns around, Riley connects with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the legs. But once Harter’s right knee buckles a bit, Riley concentrates on chopping away on that leg with kick after kick. Once Harter drops down to one knee, Riley places him in a cravat and connects with several knee strikes to the head. Once Riley lets go, Harter appears dazed as he’s barely able to stand on one knee. So Riley runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nails Harter with the Cyclone Kill.

Kris Cruise: Another discus big boot right to the face! This could be it…

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Riley picks up Harter and tries to hoist him up for a brainbuster. But Harter sandbags himself, dropping down to both knees. After Riley yanks him back up to his feet, he tries to lift Harter up for another brainbuster. But Harter flutter kicks his legs, causing Riley to drop him. Harter then counters with a swinging neckbreaker to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Riley kicks out.

Harter picks up Riley and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Riley counters with a high knee lift that sends Harter stumbling back. While Harter is still dazed, Riley heads back into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter throws him down with a powerslam. But instead of going for the pin, he mounts on top of Riley and hammers away with right hands to the face. Once he’s done, Harter gets off of Riley and connects with a stomp to the face. He reaches down, picks up Riley, marches into his corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. As Harter steps away, he tells the ref he’s got something in his eye. While the ref checks him out, Tony grabs Riley and chokes him across the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Stephanie Auger: Here they go again with the cheating!

Tony then lets go just before the ref turns around. As Harter heads back into the corner, he nails Riley with a kidney shot, dropping him down to one knee. He then picks Riley back up, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter throws out a lariat. But Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Riley ducks and runs into the ropes. When Riley comes back, Harter delivers a sitout spinebuster to boos from the crowd.

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Riley gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Riley and whips him into the corner. While Tony holds Riley’s arms back from behind, Harter runs into the corner and connects with a yakuza kick. He then tags Carmine back in.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that kick?

Stephy Auger: Yeah! And Riley caught every bit of it, too, with Tony holding back his arms.

Once Tony gets in, he grabs Riley and sits him up across the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: What could Tony be setting up for here? An arm drag off the top?

After climbing up to the top ropes, Tony hops onto Riley and flips back...

Stephy Auger: Hurricanrana off the top from Tony Carmine! Riley could be out!

With Riley down, Tony steps through the ropes and heads towards the adjacent corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Tony flips off, going for the Phoenix Splash. But Riley’s able to roll out of the way.

Kris Cruise: Nobody’s home! Tony got greedy. Instead of going for the cover, Tony tried to go for another high risk move. But it didn’t pay off.

As Tony curls up in pain, Riley turns around and tries to crawl towards Cordy. But Tony reaches out and grabs him by his ankle. Riley then turns over and repeatedly kicks Tony in the face until he’s able to break free. Riley then turns back over and continues to pull himself towards his corner. Meanwhile, Cordy is repeatedly slapping the top turnbuckle with one arm as she stretches out the other for the tag. Just as Tony gets up and is about to grab Riley, Riley jumps over and tags Cordy back in.

Kris Cruise: The crowd comes alive as Cordy Stevenson is tagged back in!

Cordy slingshots herself into the ring. After Tony makes his way over towards her, the two exchange forearm strikes until Cordy gains the upperhand. After a kick to the midsection, Cordy goes for an irish whip. But Tony reverses. He sends Cordy into the ropes. But Cordy uses the momentum to counter with a handspring enzuigiri. Tony gets back up, but Cordy lifts him up onto her shoulders and takes him down with a Samoan Driver.

Stephy Auger: Cordy slams him right on his head! This could do it! ONE… TWO...

Harter runs in and connects with a kick to the back, garnering boos from the crowd.

As Harter heads back out onto the apron, Tony picks up Cordy and whips her hard into the corner. Cordy can be seen arching her back in pain upon impact. Tony then runs into the corner. But Cordy nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. He then runs back into the corner, but Cordy side steps and drop toe holds him face-first onto the middle turnbuckle. Cordy drags Tony away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Harter drags Cordy off of Tony.

Kris Cruise: Another timely save by Dom Harter!

As Harter heads towards the ropes, Riley comes in from behind and connects with a dropkick, sending Harter stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Stephy Auger: But he gets sent out of the ring for his troubles!

As Riley heads back out, Cordy picks up Tony and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner. But Tony dips his shoulders and dumps her over the top rope…

… but Cordy lands on her feet on the apron! When Tony turns around, she nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes, doubling him over. She then goes for a sunset flip. But Tony drops to his knees and hooks his arms around her legs.

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Riley pulls Tony down, placing Cordy in a pinning position.

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Tony gets out!

As both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet, Tony rakes Cordy across the eyes. She then grabs her, runs into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. Tony then tags Harter back in. When Harter gets in, he and Tony take Cordy and whip her into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Cordy hangs onto the ropes. Tony then runs over towards her, but Cordy takes the top rope and pulls down, sending Tony tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. As Tony tries to get up on the outside, Riley runs along the apron and blasts him in the face with Unnecessary Roughness.

Kris Cruise: Tony gets nailed right in the face with Unnecessary Roughness!

Stephy Auger: Tony never had any time to get out of the way.

Back in the ring, Cordy bounces into the ropes before running at Harter. Harter throws out a punch, but Cordy slides through his legs. When Harter turns around, Cordy gets up and connects with a dropkick to the right knee, dropping Harter down to one knee. She gets back up, grabs Harter and plants him with a snap kneeling DDT.

Kris Cruise: Dom gets driven head-first onto the canvas!

Stephy Auger: But Cordy isn’t done just yet.

While Harter is down, Cordy runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a rolling senton, followed by a standing moonsault double knee drop to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Tony’s knocked out. Dom appears in pain. Cordy’s got her opponents right where she wants them.

Stephy Auger: She’s this closing to avenging that loss.

Cordy picks up Harter and wraps her arm around his neck. She then takes her other arm and holds it out, signalling for The Allure. But just before she swings that other arm around, she stops dead in her tracks when she sees someone making their way down the aisle.

Kris Cruise: What going on down ther… oh no…

Once the spotlight shines on Jimmy Page, Cordy drops Harter. The crowd erupts in boos at the sight of the FGA World Champion. And Cordy isn’t pleased to see him, either.

Stephy Auger: What’s Cordy going?

Cordy makes a beeline towards the ropes. But Riley quickly runs in and gets in her way. He holds her back as she desperately tries to get at Page.

Kris Cruise: Cordy wants Page! She wants to rip him apart!

Stephy Auger: And look at Page. He’s not even taunting her. He’s just staring directly at her. He knows his mere presence is enough to get under her skin.

While Cordy struggles to get past Riley, Harter runs over and connects with a flying double knee strike, knocking Cordy into Riley.

Stephy Auger: Oh no!

After Cordy & Riley’s heads smack against each other, Cordy drops to the canvas as Riley stumbles through the ropes and to the floor.

Back in the ring, Harter pulls up a disoriented Cordy from behind, hoists her up and plants her with Goodnight To The World. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Low Self Opinion” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, DOM HARTER and TONY CARMINE!

Harter gets his arm raised. He then basks in the glory of his victory while the crowd continues to rain boos down upon him.

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter and Tony Carmine get the victory. But not without a heavy assist from the World Champion.

Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page! Page has got a hold of Riley Owens!

Page reaches down, picks up and brings him over near the ring post. After grabbing a firm hold of him, Page takes Riley and nails him with Nirvana, sending the former Pride Champion head-first into the ring post. After a loud thud from the move, Riley collapses to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: What was that for!?

Stephy Auger: That wasn’t even called for! Riley was already rocked after his head collided with Cordy’s. Who knows what damage was done after being driven head-first into the ring post!

Kris Cruise: There really is no line that this man won’t across, is there?

Stephy Auger: I’m afraid not, Kris. I’m afraid not.

[FGA Office]

Flashback - Above & Beyond II

Bond reluctantly breaks the hold. As he goes to pick up Hopkins, Hopkins rakes him across the eyes to boos from the crowd. The ref reprimands him for using the illegal strike. But Hopkins pays him no mind. He goes over, picks up Bond and whips him into the ropes. When Bond comes back, Hopkins goes for back body drop. But Bond slips down from behind, turns Hopkins around and scoops him up onto his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Hopkins repeatedly elbows Bond in the side of the head. He then slips down from behind, jumps up and delivers a backstabber to boos from the crowd. Bond cringes as he arches his back in pain.

Clement: Timely counter there by Hopkins. But can he build off of it?

Grayson: Oh course he can!

Hopkins picks up Bond, wraps his arms around his waist and then rams him back-first into the corner. The crowd boos as Bond arches his back in pain. He then takes Bond, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. Hopkins then begins to climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. After pulling Bond up onto the top turnbuckle, Hopkins steps up onto the top ropes, grabs Bond and delivers an avalanche C-4 to boos from the crowd. Hopkins makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Bond gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Clement: Bond gets his shoulder up! I don't know how he did it, but Bond got his shoulder up!

After slapping the canvas in frustration, Hopkins picks up Bond, lifts him up, runs into the corner and throws him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, Hopkins goes for a superplex. But Bond blocks the move. he then punches Hopkins in the ribs, breaking the hold. After standing up on the top rope, he hooks Hopkins' arm, jumps off and plants him with a diving pedigree to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Drunk Driver! Drunk Driver! This could be it!

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THREE!

Clement: He's done it! Bond has done it!

"You Know My Name" blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the new Pride Champion, CHRIS BOND!

The ref goes over and hands Bond the Pride Championship. Bond drops to his knees as he clutches the championship. He then kisses the belt before getting back to his feet, walking into the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and raising the belt to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Clement: Bond is a champion again! Chris Bond is a champion again! This man represents everything that belt stands for. And I couldn't think of a better champion. He fought for FGA's Pride. He fought against some of the best FRONTIER could bring. And he came out on top. Congrats, Chris, you've earned it!

Grayson: I think I'm going to be sick...

[FGA Office]

[In Johnny Karma's locker room, Cherry Baum is filming him and asking a few questions]

Karma: Are you sure about this, Miss Baum?

Cherry: Oh yeah, I'm sure plenty of the FWA roster have filmed themselves doing this already, so why should we be left out?

Karma: I don't know, it'll likely be all over the internet just like the Krispy Kreme glaze of Kim Kardashian's oversized tuches, and are you sure you want people to see that?

Cherry: I'm sure I want people to see it, J-K. In fact, I hope they do.

Karma: Very well...

[Karma stands up to remove his track jacket and places it on the back of the chair he's sitting on...then sits back down]

Karma: As tonight is a special night for the FWA, I'm sure that all of the roster will be recording their earliest memories of that little federation that could so fans new and old can look back to a time where this company was just some little upstart trying to put together the best shows they could on a shoestring budget. And if I'm the only person doing this...well, I guess that goes to show how little everyone but me cares about representing this company, so perhaps the bigwigs could think of rewarding me for my loyalty sooner rather than later.

[Karma winks to the camera]

Karma: Thinking back, I remember one match from the first FWA show like it was yesterday. In one corner you had some flippity-dippity nobody who probably got on the show because they needed to fill out the roster and that schmuck came cheap, and on the other side of the ring was a guy who clearly had a huge amount of natural talent and skill and charisma and who naturally won the match and looked like an absolute steal as it was obvious they were destined for bigger and better things. Of course, the winner stuck around and helped FWA find its feet, while the loser hasn't been seen since I dumped him out of the Gold Rush Rumble a few weeks later. Because we all know that FWA didn't exist in any way, shape or form until I arrived to give this place credibility and legitimacy, and that's what I'm going to keep on doing - and I'm going to do it again tonight against another relic of a time where they threw one handful of mud after another at the wall and hoped some of it would stick while they wouldn't get stuck with the cleaning bill, namely Kevin Hardaway.

I mean, I get the whole nostalgia shtick that Hardaway's got going for him, because he was roughing up opponents way back when, but that was before I got here so it doesn't matter. What does matter is what he does tonight, and what he'll be doing tonight...SPOILER ALERT...is making me look good in victory, and by doing this he'll make the future of FWA look good, because before I rocked up all that FWA had was eighteen months of mediocrity, and since I showed up it's had eighteen golden months. Coincidence? I don't think so.

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: Up next, Ashley Sullivan takes on the World Champ Jimmy Page in non-title action.

Stephy Auger: Last time, Sullivan was on the winning side as her, Cordy Stevenson and Johnny Karma outlasted Jimmy Page’s team. But this time, there’s no team. It’s just the two of them, one on one. Ashley Sullivan knows that she’s the underdog. But I also know that she’s going to go into this match with guns blazing.

Jimmy Page vs. Ashley Sullivan

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

Somebody make a move
Somebody make a move
Please Somebody

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

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

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


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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 115 pounds… ASHLEY SULLIVAN!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The eerie cue up of "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays for ten seconds...then dies down, along with the lights. Suddenly the sound of drums and a electronic melody plays. The lights flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans who chant "FUCK YOU JIMMY!!" and "PAGE SUCKS!!!" getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating that deadly red.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds! He is the reigning FGA World Champion… JIMMY PAGE!

Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

The bell sounds as Sullivan immediately drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. She pulls up the ring curtain, reaches underneath the ring, pulls out a steel chair and tosses it into the ring.

Kris Cruise: We’ve seen Sullivan bring a steel chair into her matches before. I guess she’s not going to waste any time in this match with Jimmy Page.

Sullivan then pulls out another steel chair and tosses it into the ring. Sullivan reaches underneath the ring, pulls out yet another steel chair and tosses that one into the ring.

Stephy Auger: What is she doing?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know if she’s trying to psyche out Jimmy Page or what. But this crowd is cheering louder and louder with each chair she tosses into the ring.

Sullivan marches down ringside and motions for J.A. Aldridge to get up from his seat. Once Aldridge does so, Sullivan scoops up the chair and launches that one into the ring as well.

Kris Cruise: And there goes another chair!

Stephy Auger: Has Ashley lost it? Jimmy Page now has multiple chairs at his disposal.

As Sullivan searches for more chairs, Page picks up one of the chairs.

Kris Cruise: Oh boy...

Sullivan goes to roll back into the ring, but Page runs over and swings the chair down. Sullivan is just able to roll out of the way. After circling the ring, Sullivan goes to roll back in. But again, Page tales the chair and swings down, trying to nail Sullivan. But Sullivan moves out of the way, reaches back in and yanks Page down to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Sullivan then pulls Page from out of the ring. but Page drags the chair with him.

Kris Cruise: It looks like Sullivan was trying to bait Page in all along.

Stephy Auger: But look! He’s still got the chair in his hand!

Once Page is on the outside, he takes the chair and swings wildly at Sullivan. Sullivan ducks, causes the chair to connect with the ring ropes, bounces back and smack Page in the face. Page drops the chair as he stumbles around the ringside area. Page then leans over as he holds his nose. Meanwhile, Sullivan takes the chair and climbs back up onto the apron.

When Page turns around, Sullivan runs along the apron and shoves the chair down at Page. Page grabs the chair. But Sullivan quickly hops off the apron and dropkicks the chair right into Page’s face.

Kris Cruise: The crowd goes wild as Sullivan dropkicks that chair right in his face.

Stephy Auger: I would say that this would be the worst thing that Sullivan could be doing. She shouldn’t be fighting Page’s style of fight. But it’s working so far...

Sullivan mounts herself on top of Page and hammers away with rights and lefts. She then gets off of Page, grabs the chair and unfolds it. After putting the chair down, Sullivan goes over, picks up Page and whips him into the guard rail. While Page arches his back, Sullivan runs down ringside, steps up onto the chair, dives off and connects with a flying clothesline, sending both her and Page over the guardrail and into the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Over the top they go! Sullivan sends both her and Page tumbling into the crowd!

Stephy Auger: Sullivan is really laying it all out there! She might be the underdog. But she knows how big of a match this is. A win over Jimmy Page would be huge for her!

Sullivan picks up Page and leans him up against the guard rail. She then wraps her arms around Page’s legs and dumps him over the rail and back to ringside. Sullivan then springboards onto the top of the guard rail, jumps off and connects with a leg drop to cheers from the crowd.

Sullivan picks up Page and rolls him back into the ring. She then drags Page so that his upper body is on the apron. Sullivan rounds the ring post, grabs the chair, folds it back up and climbs onto the apron. She then walks along the apron, jumps up, places the chair underneath her thigh and delivers a leg drop to cheers from the crowd.

As Page rolls back into the ring, Sullivan pulls herself back up onto the apron. She can be seen waving up the champ. Once Page gets up and turns around, Sullivan springboards onto the top rope, dives off, grabs Page in mid air, spins and plants him onto one of the chairs to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Sullivan marches across the ring, grabs one of the other steel chairs and shoves it between the top and middle turnbuckles. After marching back across the ring, Sullivan picks up Page and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Page around, Sullivan goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Sullivan into the corner. The crowd boos as Sullivan’s back connects with the steel chair. She immediately drops to her knees before falling down on all fours.

Kris Cruise: Sullivan introducing the steel chairs into this match. Well, now its backfired on her.

Stephy Auger: I guess it was only a matter of time.

Page reaches down and picks up one of the other chairs in the ring. he marches back over and goes to crack Sullivan across the back with the chair. But the ref reaches up and snatches the chair away from him. After the ref tosses the chair to the outside, Page yells at the ref for taking the chair from him. The ref then tells him that he can’t use the chair. But Page argues back, telling him that Sullivan has been using the chair all match. While the two argue, Sullivan rolls him up from behind.

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Page kicks out. But Page kicks out with such force that Sullivan stumbles through the ropes and to the apron.

As Page approaches the ropes and goes to grab Sullivan, Sullivan ducks and connects with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then slingshots herself over the top rope, completing a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Page swings his arms wildly. He tries his hardest to regain his balance as Sullivan tries her hardest to pull him down. Once Page regains his balance, he reaches down, grabs Sullivan by the neck with both hands and yanks her back up to her feet. He begins shaking her by the neck violently like a rag doll. But in a last ditch effort, Sullivan is able to connect with a bell clap to the ears, breaking the hold. While Page doubles over in pain, Sullivan runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Page stands up and blasts her with Sole Destruction. He makes the cover.

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Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Sullivan freed herself after that bell clap. But Page knocked her right back down with that discus big boot.

Stephy Auger: The ref really needs to get those chairs out of the ring. We saw what Page did to Cyncity with a steel chair. He could very well do the same to Sullivan here.

Page grabs her by the arm she just lifted off the canvas, pulls her up to her feet and whips her into the corner. Page then charges into the corner. But Sullivan nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After Page shakes off the blow, he runs back into the corner. But Sullivan nails him with another elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. After shaking off the blow, Page runs right back into the corner. Sullivan leans back and goes for a boot to the face. But Page stops, catches her foot and then yanks her hard from out of the corner. Sullivan flies from out of the corner and lands back-first on the canvas. As Sullivan sits up, Page runs over and delivers a stiff kick to the back. He then steps in front of her and delivers a stiff kick to the face. Page follows up with a jumping knee drop. He then shifts his leg across Sullivan’s neck, choking her as he presses his shin down across her throat. While the crowd boos Page, the ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page gets off of her. He reaches down, grabs Sullivan by the hair, swings her around in a circle and lets go, flinging Sullivan through the ropes and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Page just tosses her to the outside like nothing!

As Sullivan slowly gets up to her feet, Page baseball slides to the outside and nails her with a straight right to the jaw. Page then picks up Sullivan, lifts her up onto his shoulders, runs and powerbombs her against the ring post. After a loud thud from the impact, Sullivan bounces off the ring post and falls to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Page just powerbomb Sullivan against the ring post! She might be broken in half!

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

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Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Page sits her up and applies a fish hook.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page transitions into a neck crack. He cinches in the hold as he tries to snap Sullivan’s neck.

Kris Cruise: You can see the pain written all over Sullivan’s neck. But if she wants to win this match, she’s got to find a way out now.

The ref asks Sullivan if she wants to give up. But Sullivan refuses to quit.

Stephy Auger: You can hear this crowd starting to rally behind her with those “Ashly” chants. But will they be enough to get her back in this match?

Sullivan begins to shake her arms in unison with the chants. She slowly turns over onto her knees, then up to her feet. After five elbows to the midsection, the hold is broken. Sullivan then runs into the ropes. When Sullivan comes back, Page throws her down with an exploder suplex. He makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: She’s not done yet! Sullivan gets her shoulder up!

Page picks up Sullivan and goes for an irish whip. But Sullivan reverses, sending Page into the corner. Sullivan then runs into the corner. But Page nails her with a boot to the face. As Sullivan stumbles back, Page runs from out of the corner. But Sullivan counters with a moonsault. But instead of going for the cover, she mounts herself on top of Page and hammers away with right hands to the face.

Kris Cruise: Look at Sullivan go!

Stephy Auger: It looks like she’s got her second wind, as well as the momentum!

Sullivan picks up Page and delivers a side russian leg sweep. After rolling back, she picks up Page, grabs him from the side and delivers a front russian leg sweep to cheers from the crowd. Sullivan turns over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Sullivan picks up Page and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a dropkick, sending Page slumping down in the corner. After picking Page back up, Sullivan runs from out of the corner and takes him down with a one-handed bulldog. She turns him over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Sullivan picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Sullivan bends over to set up a back body drop. But Page stops, grabs Sullivan, turns and delivers The Paralyzing to boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Neckbreaker across the knee!

Stephy Auger: Sullivan put her head down a little bit early and Page took full advantage of it.

As Sullivan turns over and gets up on one knee, Page darts across the ring and nails her in the back of the head with the Trauma Symphony. Page then stands over Sullivan, reaches down and pulls her back up. After grabbing her around the waist, Page delivers the Concussion~Grade III to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Can You Feel My Heart” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE!

Page gets his arm raised to boos and jeers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page bounces back with a victory. But what an effort by Ashley Sullivan.

Stephy Auger: She really took the fight to the World Champ. She didn’t back down from Jimmy Page at all. But in the end, Page was just too much for her.

[FGA Office]

Flashback - Only The Strong Survive

While Cash is dazed, Brandt climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps off and goes for a flying cross body block. But Cash connects with a dropkick in mid air, knocking her down to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Brandt, runs and tosses her over the top rope. But Brandt is able to grab onto the top ropes. After pulling herself up onto the apron, Cash charges and leaps through the ropes, spearing her off the apron and to the floor with the Cash Cut. The crowd cheers (Alexia Brandt – ELIMINATED)

Clement: J.T. Cash just eliminated Alexia Brandt with a spear through the ropes!

Harter picks up Karma and whips him hard into the corner. Karma Flair Flips over the corner and lands on the apron. As Karma stumbles across the apron, Harter charges over and connects with a yakuza kick, sending Karma flying off the apron and crashing against the barricade. (Johnny Karma – ELIMINATED)

Grayson: No!

Clement: And Johnny Karma is finally eliminated!

Grayson: How long was he in there for?

Clement: At least 25 minutes.

Harter turns around as Cash rolls back into the ring. The crowd cheers as both men begin to circle the ring. They then head towards the center of the ring and trade punches to cheers from the crowd. Both men grab the backs of each others necks as they continue to unleash a flurry of right hands. They continue to exchange punches until Cash gains the upperhand. While Harter is dazed, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter nails him with an elbow strike to boos from the crowd. While Cash is dazed, Harter runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Cash nails him with a European Uppercut to cheers from the crowd. While Harter is dazed, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Harter goes for a yakuza kick. But Cash catches his foot. He then spins Harter around, kicks him in the midsection and goes for the Cash Drop. But Harter shoves Cash off of him and into the ropes. When Cash comes back, Harter goes for a lariat. But Cash ducks, floats over across his back and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Cash then kips up to his feet. He waves his arms up and down to amp up the crowd.

Clement: Cash has got this crowd on its feet! He can feel and it and so can they! He's one elimination away from an FGA Championship Match!

Cash goes over, picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Cash kicks him in the midsection, turns and delivers the Cash Drop. The crowd cheers. As Harter recoils up in a dazed state, Cash runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a clothesline. But Harter grabs him and counters with an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending Cash over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd boos as the ref calls for the bell.

"Superunknown" blares throughout the arena to a downpour of boos.

Crowd: Here is your winner of the 2013 Gold Rush Rumble, DOM HARTER!

Harter gets up and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: HA HA HA!

Clement: That s.o.b.! He doesn't deserve this! After what he did tonight to Pat Gordon, Jr, he didn't deserve getting the last spot in the Rumble. He didn't deserve to win this match. And he certainly doesn't deserve a shot at the FGA Championship!

Grayson: You need to quit the crying. All those tears won't change the fact that The Murder is one win away from having their hands on the top prize in FGA.

[FGA Office]

(A guitar chord rips through the arena...)

Save me one time, won't you
Take this blackened heart and make it whole
I don't fear for what I am
It's the fall of man

Stephy Auger: Oh my god...

Kris Cruise: That's The Asylum's music!

(As the heavy drums of Hell Within's "Asylum Of The Human Predator" kick in, two figures step onstage - Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista. They glance at each other for a moment and nod then head for ringside. Evangelista has showered and changed back into regular clothes since her match. Hardy has a hoodie on over what she was wearing earlier. The two young women start making their way towards the ring, at much more of an Evangelista pace than a Hardy pace.)

Stephy Auger: Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista, known together as Dragons Unleashed, are one quarter of The Asylum - the faction that destroyed Global Extreme Wrestling but reformed years later in defence of WARPED against AbominationZ and Pro Wrestling FRONTLINE against Blood Circle! But it's a long time since we've seen The Asylum here in FGA...

Kris Cruise: Not since the heyday of The Murder.

(The music fades as the Dragons climb into the ring together, and Hardy pulls a mic from her hoodie's front pocket while her best friend leans back against the ropes.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: What up.

(Despite her uncharacteristically dour demeanour, she still gets a cheer.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: So officially we're out here to talk about The Infinite Empire - but before that... Johnny.

(The mere mention of Raike's name draws a chorus of boos.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Johnny... you told me a little while ago you like fucking with people for the sake of it. I told you I have to defend my friends when people try to screw them over. And I think when we had that conversation we both knew how it would end up, sooner or later... shame it had to be sooner, but... I know you'll understand if I do what I have to do, just like you do what you have to do.

(The usual fire in Laurel's tone when she's addressing the crowd feels more like embers right now - scorching embers, but embers nonetheless.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: As for you three - Dante, Tomoko, RJ... maybe you're doing what you need to do as well. And if you really are the threat to FGA your first salvos say you are... then I will do what I have to do too.

(She turns around slowly as she talks, addressing the whole building.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I might not kidnap people like Mirage, or rant like Jimmy Page, or preach like Malcolm Drake. I'm not afraid to be happy. I dance, I laugh, I sing, I smile. But make no mistake...

(Her motion comes to a halt. Her gaze fixes on the ringside camera and she narrows her eyes, talking straight to the DVD viewer.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I am FGA's final monster.

(Laurel takes a couple of paces closer.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I am the monster all the other monsters ward themselves against, and Infinite Empire... FGA is MY PROPERTY. You want to destroy FGA? Then you better start by destroying me.

(As the crowd makes some noise for that statement, Laurel tosses the mic to Leanne who moves into the middle of the ring. As she speaks, she begins pulling up the leg of her jeans.)

Evangelista: If we have to go to war, Infinite Empire, we will go to war. And if we have to drop nuclear weapons to win that war...

(She rolls down her sock and plants her foot out to show off a tattoo on her ankle: a blank 'A' against a scratchy background, stylised to look like wrought iron gates. Hardy, standing right beside her, holds up her fist to display the same tattoo on her wrist.)

Evangelista: ...then we will push that big red button and call down the most powerful, most destructive faction that exists in this sport. FGA... the world is watching. The world cares and won't let you die to these three psychos. You have allies if you need them.

Stephy Auger: Well! A vow from The Asylum that they have FGA's back, and folks, The Asylum are know for being just as brutal as the factions they're pledged to oppose.

Kris Cruise: Yeaaah... that's... kind of a mixed blessing. The Infinite Empire - arguably the three most dangerous and dominant individuals in the history of XWF and WGWF - have already shown how little remorse or self-control they have, and The Asylum have a long history extending to property destruction and physically maiming their enemies. A full scale war between the two factions with FGA at ground zero? I don't think anyone would win that.

Stephy Auger: Let's pray it doesn't come to it.

Laurel Anne Hardy: Now, it looks like I already got a match at Final Frontier, but Dan... good luck. If you need me for anything, talk to me. And Ash, Colt... I'm not in a position to promise a match of the year with you guys, but I promise I'll give it what I have.

(She paces a little.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: As for my girl Leanne here, she don't have a match for Final Frontier either... and neither does our Pride Champion, Tony Carmine. And last week, one pinned the other. And I know that might not give Leanne much of a claim, but Tony... you gotta defend against someone, and right now nobody else has a better claim. So what do you folks reckon: do you wanna see Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine defend the Pride Championship against Evangelista at Final Frontier?

(A resounding cheer goes up for that suggestion - which makes Evangelista blush more than a tad.)

Evangelista: I dunno about that... but I do know at Final Frontier, FGA fires back against The Infinite Empire. Dan, kick some arse, man. We're behind you one hundred per cent... as members of The Asylum and as members of the FGA roster.

(With that, "Asylum Of The Human Predator" hits again and Hardy and Evangelista make their way backstage.)