Monroe DVD Taping (12.6.14)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Monroe DVD Taping
Monroe Sports Center
Monroe, NJ

Camellia D. Magna vs. Jaysin Havoc

The arena goes dark as soon as the hard riffs hit as the smoke machine goes crazy the lights flicker orange as Havoc walks through the smoke head banging with the crowd.

Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at 201 pounds... JAYSIN HAVOC!

He makes his way to the ring slapping hands he runs and slides in underneath rope kipping up bowing to the crowd. He laughs it off as he walks over to the corner waiting for his opponent as the referee pats how down.

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd.

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

When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Summary: The bell sounds as both grapplers start off the match with a handshake. After a feeling out process, both grapplers exhibit some chain wrestling, with Havoc coming out on top. After sending Cami into the ropes, Havoc throws her down with a series of arm drags. Cami continues to get back up, but Havoc knocks her down time after time. He goes for another dropkick. But this time, Cami catches on and swats him down. After bringing him back to a vertical base, she sends him into the ropes. But instead of slamming Havoc into the mat, he counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. Cami is sent rolling to the outside. But Havoc isn’t satisfied. So he takes off into the ropes, preparing to take flight to the outside. But Cami cuts him off with a springboard dropkick into the ring.

She continues to keep Havoc off his feet, knocking him down with calf kick, spinning heel kick and a spin kick. She goes for the cover, but Havoc won’t stay down.

After a russian leg sweep, Cami looks to head to the top. But she’s a little slow, allowing Havoc to scale the turnbuckles and counter with an avalanche frankensteiner. With Cami down, Havoc looks to do what she couldn’t and finish off his opponent from the top. He takes flight, going for a corkscrew moonsault. But Cami gets her knees up, causing Havoc to crash upon them.

After both grapplers get up, Cami knocks him down with a series of clotheslines. After an elbow smash leaves him dazed, Cami follows up with the Crown of Thorns. She then waits for her opening and hits the Snapdragon Fire for the one, two, three.

Winner: Camellia D. Magna

[FGA Office]

(We’re backstage... just hanging out, camera rolling because why not? That’s how wrestling works. As luck would have it, the anonymous floating backstage camera is just in time to pick up A THING HAPPENING.

Enter stage left: Laurel Anne Hardy. Enter stage right: Tomoko Hanahara.

The two women, coming down a narrow corridor from opposite directions, stare each other down.)

Commentary: Uh-oh. Who’s going to be the first to move...

Commentary: If that’s the question, we may be here a long time...

(Laurel raises an eyebrow, smirking. She addresses The Infinite Empire's enforcer and resident lunatic in her own native tongue, although luckily for us, someone in production thought to include subtitles for the DVD release.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<You know, it's etiquette when you start in a new company to introduce yourself to everyone backstage.>>

Tomoko Hanahara: <<...Oh, I think you missed the memo that goes into great detail about how much I care what people think...>>

(Tomoko starts to brush past Laurel, not giving her a second glance. Laurel, with an unpleasant smile, leans back against the wall to block her.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<I never did get that memo, no. But I still know plenty about you, Tomoko-pyon. I saw you as World Heavyweight Champion in WGWF. I saw you overcome any odds thrown at you and destroy pretty much everyone who was put in front of you. I saw you hold the PWE Universal Championship for about as long as that place existed. I saw you be hands down one of the most dangerous competitors in the history of XWF.>>

(Tomoko looks at her unimpressed.)

Tomoko Hanahara: <<Really? Pyon? Did I step into the wayback machine without knowing it? Okay, so all I just gathered is you've seen me wrestle, you like to hear yourself talk, and you apparently want something from me? I believe it was an introduction? "Hihi! Tomoko Hanahara desu! Let's get along!" Now are we done here, or are you hoping that Senpai will notice you or something?>>

(Tomoko once again tries to shove past Laurel. Laurel plants an arm on the wall as a barrier, still smiling her aggressively friendly smile.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<Right on all counts but that last one. By my reckoning you might not be the smartest or the dirtiest in The Infinite Empire, but you are the most dangerous. I've seen what you've got, Tomoko Hanahara, but I want to know what you've got first hand. I want to see how you measure up to all the other dangerous people who tried to take over a company that belongs to me.>>

Tomoko Hanahara: <<Hrm, considering I don't even know who you are, I can safely say I've not seen your name tag on anything in this place. So, again, are we done here? I have shit to take care of..."

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<Oh, I'm not up in the office, I don't sign things. But FGA is still mine. See all those monsters on the roster? Jimmy Page, Malcolm Drake, Mirage, Kevin Hardaway...>>

Tomoko Hanahara: <<Oh my god, are you really going to sit here and just name everyone on the roster? I told you, I'm a busy woman.>>

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<Busy? Those fires don't light themselves, huh? I'm who all those monsters check under their beds for before they go to sleep. And when someone comes around with a reputation like yours, it's my business to test that reputation.>>

Tomoko Hanahara: <<Okay, let me rephrase this. Get out of my way, go get a name tag... Something with a nice "Hi! My Name Is..." so I know who you are, then I need you to assume I give a shit, and yah once you assume I give a shit you are pretty much set to never bother me again... Because you can then go bother someone else.>>

(Laurel leans closer, still grinning.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<Oh, you seem to think I'm asking. That's adorable. One way or another I'm finding out what you've got. It's up to you whether we do it face to face or whether I just take it from you.>>

Tomoko Hanahara:<<Oh, you seem to think I REALLY do care. See, I told you to assume I give a shit. The hint is I don't actually... I've got bigger things to tend to than... you.>>

Laurel Anne Hardy: <<Whether or not you give a shit, and what other business you have to attend to, doesn't make any difference to me. I'll see you round, Tomoko... you just have a nice long think about whether you want to see me coming first.>>

(Laurel gives Tomoko a couple of "friendly" *cough* pats on the shoulder and finally moves aside.)

Tomoko Hanahara: <<Okay, so when I least expect you, that is when I can expect you? Got it...>>

(Tomoko brushes past her, making sure to slam her shoulder into Laurel's as the two pass each other. Tomoko looking half amused, but half confused as she still had no clue who that was...

Laurel watches her leave, face still split by a broad, predatory grin. She chuckles to herself. For the first in months, she looks... satisfied.

As the camera pans out on Tomoko leaving, we find crowd favorite Yun Goeun, in the building for her boyfriend's tryout. Clearly she had overheard the whole exchange between the two...)

Yun Goeun: DAMN!

[FGA Office]

Fujiko Mine vs. Mia Scott

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…she is ‘LADY LUCK’ FUJIKO MINE!

The low rumbling synth beats rumble through the arena, and warps into a funky beat that tells the crowd who is on their way. The crowd begins to cheer for Lady Luck. Fujiko leaps through the curtain, jumping into the air and whipping her head forward. Her hair follows a moment later, and when she lands she has a large grin on her face. The crowd that is on her side sings along to the 'whoas' in the song, which really gets her hyped up. She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before slapping hands with the fans. Once she reaches ringside, she then slides into the ring, a determined look on her face. She climbs onto the center rope and poses for the crowd, then front flips into the ring, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: We’ve seen this lady in recent weeks escorting Sebastian Stone to the ring, now she ventures out to compete on her own, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: You have to wonder how the fans will react to her after she costs Stone that match against Natalie McKinley two weeks ago on the anniversary show.

Kris Cruise: I imagine they’ll love her for that. But she’s up against a wrestler who’s last match was called off half way through because of what was reported to be a dose of roofies.

Stephy Auger: Just awful when that happens, Kris. But we understand that in two weeks at Final Frontier, Mia Scott and Noelle Smith will get their chance for revenge against their tormentor, Johnny Raike in a triple threat match!

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: From London, England...weighing in at one-hundred twenty-six pounds...MIA...SCOTT!

Mia makes a quick trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, sliding under the bottom rope before making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out toward the fans for a moment before hopping down, settling back in the corner

The bell sounds to start the match as the referee calls for the bell. Both competitors step out from their respective corners and begin circling the ring; alternating cheers from the fans sound out for both Mia Scott and Fujiko Mine, although the ones for Mia are slightly louder. Finally, they come together with a collar and elbow tie up as Scott gains the upper hand, applying a standing wrist lock. She wrenches it hard enough to force Fujiko down to one knee, albeit temporarily as the Boob Goddess battles back to a vertical base. The hold is tightened again, but Fujiko performs a forward roll to try and get out of it, only for Scott to overpower her and slam her back to the mat, with the wristlock still applied.

Mine kips back to her feet and counters, going under the arm, to apply a wristlock of her own. She sweeps the leg, taking Scott down to the mat as the Briton rolls away and regains her footing. Fujiko smiles at her opponent as the two of them once again circle the ring. Another collar and elbow tie up ensues as, this time, Fujiko gains the advantage with a side headlock. Scott manages to work her way towards the ropes as she pushes the Boob Goddess away and against the far ropes. Fujiko gets knocked down by the shoulder tackle upon her return, before Scott sets off against the perpendicular ropes. On the mat, Mine rolls over onto her front as Scott leaps over her and bounces against the opposite ropes – straight into a hurricanrana!

Stephy Auger: Great athleticism from Fujiko Mine there, taking her opponent over with a hurricanrana to try and turn the tide in this contest.

Fujiko is on her opponent straight away, catching Mia with chops to the chest as she backing her into the corner. An Irish whip follows, sending Mia from pillar to post; she hits the turnbuckle hard, but doesn’t have time to react before Fujiko follows up with a running lariat! Scott stumbles out of the corner, allowing Fujiko the opportunity to grab her from behind with a facebuster! She rolls her over and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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But Scott gets the shoulder up!

Kris Cruise: Not enough to put her away just yet. But Fujiko suddenly has the upper hand here tonight.

The referee assures Fujiko it was only a two count, despite her protests otherwise. Mia, meanwhile, has regained her vertical base behind Fujiko’s back; she’s waiting for her opponent to turn around, which Fujiko eventually does as she finds herself on the receiving end of a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Fujiko over. Mia grabs her by the wrist and sends her against the ropes with an Irish whip as she lowers her head for the back body drop. Mine has it scouted, however, as she delivers a hard kick to the face. Fujiko goes against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with the lariat attempt, but Mia ducks and, as her opponent turns around, Mia catches her with a bridging northern lights suplex!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Kick out by Fujiko Mine!

Stephy Auger: Looks like we’re going to have a back and forth contest here.

Undeterred, Mia drags her opponent back to her feet and pushes her back into the corner before unloading with a succession of knees to the midsection. The referee goes to intervene, but Scott simply performs a snapmare to bring Fujiko out of the corner before delivering a soccer kick to the spine! The Boob Goddess howls in pain as Mia goes against the ropes, coming back with a running dropkick to the face. Another pin attempt by Mia Scott.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: Did you hear that soccer kick to the spine, Kris?

Kris Cruise: Mia Scott must have been channelling Diego Costa for a moment there.

Fujiko gets the shoulder up again. Scott drags her opponent back to a seated position and applies a rear chinlock, but it doesn’t take long before Fujiko begins to battle back to a kneeling position. She fires off a few elbows to the midsection of her opponent, forcing Mia to loosen her grip slightly as Fujiko spins so she land a few punches to the stomach too. As she’s still holding onto her opponent, however, Mia Scott is able to send Fujiko against the ropes with a modified Irish whip, only for Lady Luck to come back with a flying butt to the face! A large pop from the male fans as Mia falls to the mat, shocked. She scrambles back to her feet again as Fujiko grabs her with the Irish whip, only for it to be countered. Again, Mia lowers her head and, again, Fujiko has it scouted. This time she performs the sunset flip, going for the pin.

Kris Cruise: Could this be it?!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR–NO!

Mia kicks out just in time as a disappointed Fujiko looks towards the referee once more. Both competitors get back to their feet as Fujiko runs at her opponent and goes for a standing hurricanrana – NO! Reversal into a powerbomb! Fujiko gets folded up like an accordion, rolling backwards through it so she’s on her knees as Mia seizes the opportunity – SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS! She hooks both legs!

Stephy Auger: The Shining Wizard! That has to be it!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest…MIA SCOTT!!!

The referee raises the victor’s hand as ‘Stand Up’ begins to play throughout the arena once again. The fans here in Monroe cheering for Mia Scott as she begins to make her way backstage.

Stephy Auger: It looks like Mia has some momentum behind her as she heads into Final Frontier and that triple threat match, Kris.

Kris Cruise: We’ll have to see how one of her opponents, Noelle Smith fairs later tonight. But that is sure to be a terrific match at the i-pay-per-view.

[FGA Office]

We go backstage and we see Seth Lawless he is on his phone but you can only hear one side of the conversation.

Seth Lawless: Yeah…you got it…of course…no no I’ll be fine he is nothing…alright the camera is here…I love you…

Seth closes his phone and he smiles and he sets it back in his bag. He turns to the camera and he nods his head and he puts his hands on top of his head and begins to speak.

Seth Lawless: Oh love life how great is it? I mean of course I am awesome so whoever loves me is falling in love with awesomeness. Anyways what should I talk about?

He walks up closer to the camera and nods his head.

Seth Lawless: Phillip Silver is going to fall to me and I have said that before and I will keep on saying it because it is nothing but the truth. I want to beat him not only because it will be fun but because I want to prove that I am better than that jerk. I was better than him the last match he just got a little lucky.

Seth shakes his head and speaks again.

Seth Lawless: That little man I will break his leg and tear his knee apart so he will never be in the FGA again. We don’t need people like him we need people like me, people of honor, people of just pure awesomeness. I will prove it in a matter of seconds. Phillip Silver is nothing and I will prove it.

Seth walks away and he grabs the broken cane he had before and shows it to the camera.

Seth Lawless: When he comes down with a cane I will break it over his head and I will smile and I will beat him. It will be over for Phillip Silver. I am the next big thing and I am about to prove it.

Seth winks and walks past the camera and off to the ring.

[FGA Office]

Phillip Silver vs. Seth Lawless

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

Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington! Weighing in at 232 pounds... PHILLIP SILVER!

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

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

Aldridge: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 240 pounds... SETH LAWLESS!

Summary: The bell sounds sounds as Seth Lawless runs over and takes down Phillip Silver with an STO. He then takes Silver and whips him into the opposite corner. After sizing up his opponent, Lawless charges across the ring and connects with The Boom Run, sending Silver crumbling from out of the corner. Lawless makes the cover for the one, two, three.

Winner: Seth Lawless

[FGA Office]

We head backstage, to see the number one contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, Mirage. The audience can be heard jeering heavily, even backstage. Mirage stares into the camera, his ripped mask covering his face.

Mirage: Chaz, oooooh Chaz. How you disappoint me. This could've been soooo simple! You could've just given me what I wanted, but instead, you continue to live this fantasy of a life, pretending to be some super righteous hero. It really is a shame. You had so much potential! But all of that potential is wasted on a phony personality. I hope you realize what you're getting yourself into when you defend that championship against me in New York. It's going to be a bloodbath for the ages. Oh yes, there will be blood. Being the number one contender, I think I earned the right to pick the stipulation for our match. And what better stipulation than the classic Street Fight?

Mirage lets out a light chuckle.

Mirage: Whatever weapons I find at my disposal, I'll use for the complete destruction of one Chaz Holiday. Not because I need weapons to beat you, oh no. Simply because I'll get much more enjoyment out of using them. Bare fists can only do so much damage. Barbed wire, thumb tacks, light tubes, fire ... these things - these beautiful things - can do so much more. I'll use anything and everything I can to teach you a lesson you will never forget; I always get what I want. One way or the other, I get it. And what I want is the real you. If I have to beat it out of you, so be it. I - will - get it.

Continuing to stare into the camera, the almost emotionless man speaks calmly.

Mirage: I've done the best I can do to save you. Now it's up to you to comply with me. If you don't, believe me when I say what I had planned for your sister will pale in comparison to what happens to you. Speaking of your sister, how is she doing? Last time I saw her, she was tied up, covered in gasoline and fearing for her life. I'd hate to think she didn't enjoy our time together. Heh. But, the thing is, Chaz, she--

Abruptly, a man runs into the scene and nails Mirage in the cheek with a forceful punch! That man is none other than Chaz Holiday! The audience bursts in cheers as Mirage is knocked backwards, onto the ground. Chaz jumps on top of him and begins punching away at the masked man. Mirage tries to put his arms up to defend himself, but it's to no avail. Chaz lands shot after shot, each one with more power than the last. Once he finally feels like he's had enough, he stands back up-right and looks down at the masked man, anger seen on the champion's face. He goes to walk away, when Mirage speaks.

Mirage: I knew you had it in you. Come on, finish the job.

Chaz stops and looks back around to Mirage. With the anger and intensity clearly seen in his eyes, he begins walking back towards the malevolent man, only to stop himself. He shakes his head and proceeds to begin walking away.

Mirage: Finish the job, Chaz! I'm right here! Finish me!

Chaz walks away, leaving Mirage alone, in a heap on the ground.

Mirage: Chaz! Get back here!

Realizing he's not coming back, Mirage rests his head against the wall.

Mirage: Fucking coward.

The scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

Backstage, in one of the locker rooms, we catch up to one half of the team AshTon, Colton Sterling, putting on his black wrestling boots. He begins tying the red laces on them, a smirk on his face as he does so, before he hears a knock on the door.

Colton Sterling: Come in.

Annie Zellor: Heyyyy Colton!

The cheerful voice booms forth from the doorway as the irrepressible Annie Zellor leaps into the locker room, ready dressed in her ring attire; the plaid top and daisy duke shorts with the BRUTAL Apparel patches on. Annie’s also wearing a huge smile as she she closes the locker room door behind her.

Annie Zellor: Oh my God, I’m so excited for all of this! My match against Tony, your match against Infinite Empire and we’re soooo close to Final Frontier - I literally can’t wait!

She squeals, delightedly as Colton takes a moment to finish up what he’s doing before turning to Annie with that same smirk on his face.

Colton Sterling: Yeah, couldn’t agree with you more. Sure got our work cut out for us heading into this match, huh?

Annie Zellor: You guys are gonna be awesome tonight, I just know it. And then they’ll be defeated by Dan and Sex Sells at Final Frontier and it’ll just be, like, so amazing.

Annie bounds across the room to take a seat on the bench next to Colton.

Annie Zellor: Speaking of amazing - Mr No Limits Champion and HKW Tag Champ of the Year…

Annie nudges him gently on the arm and giggles; that No Limits title which Colton currently holds was the first title that Annie Zellor ever won in professional wrestling, after finally overcoming her former rival, Ava Adore … and now it’s in possession of her upcoming opponent. Colton just smiles at the mention of the No Limits championship before turning his attention to his open gym bag on the floor.

Colton Sterling: Yeah, it sure has been a good year for me...

Sterling reaches into the back and pulls out a shiny belt with a few green accent marks on the silver plates. It’s the No Limits championship. The same one Annie held earlier this year and only didn’t currently possess because she vacated it for bigger and better things. Colton hands her the belt.

Colton Sterling: I’m glad you brought that up. Remember when you used to hold this belt?

Annie Zellor: I remember…

She says, wistfully.

Annie Zellor: Oh my God, I was so happy the night I won, and when I defended it against Luke at Breaking Point. I’m just glad it’s in the hands of a champion like you,Colton.

Annie’s gaze remains on the belts for a moment too long as she hands it back to Sterling.

Colton Sterling: Thanks, Annie. I just want you to know that when I won this belt, my goal was to be just as good of a No Limits champion as you.

Annie Zellor: You really have been. You're an awesome competitor, and I'm super excited I finally get the chance to go up against you on the next show. I think we could steal the show.

She grins, sweetly and widely.

Annie Zellor: And everyone will remember #sparklebuddies vs. AshTon as one of the best tag matches of the year!

Colton nods his head.

Colton Sterling: I know it’s gonna be a show stealer. And maybe, at the end of that night, you and I will have held two different titles respectively. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright with this match, and it seems like you are. So...

Colton offers up his right hand for a handshake.

Colton Sterling: ...may the best team win.

Annie shakes his hand enthusiastically.

Annie Zellor: And lets hope the fans enjoy the match.

She says as the scene fades to black.

[FGA Office]

Jake Wylde vs. Natalie McKinley

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

Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Lockport, New York! Weighing in at 202 pounds! He is "The Infection," JAKE WYLDE!

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

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

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

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

Summary: The bell sounds as Wylde runs over and engages in a collar & elbow tie up. But this proves to be a bad idea as McKinley uses her strength advantage to shove him back. Wylde looks around in disbelief, shocked that a female could outmuscle him. So he runs back over and engages in another lock up. McKinley proves that it wasn’t a fluke as she shoves Wylde down to the canvas.

Wylde then decides to go with plan b. He motions for another lock up. But he ducks, goes behind and applies a waist lock. But again, McKinley gets the better of him as she reaches back and takes him down with a side headlock takeover. Wylde reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But McKinley is able to escape via kip up.

Wylde then tries for plan c. He motions for another lock up. But this time, he drops down and delivers a front dropkick to the knee. With McKinley down on one knee, Wylde wails away at her with clubbing shots to the back and neck. With her still down on one knee, Wylde takes advantage and plants her with a DDT. A lateral press gets two.

Wylde then goes for an irish whip. But McKinley reverses. When Wylde comes back, McKinley sets up for a back body drop. Wylde goes to counter with a butterfly suplex. But McKinley counters with a back body drop.

As McKinley goes to pick him up, Wylde rakes her across the eyes. After a shinbreaker, Wylde takes out her leg with a chop block. Wylde works over the leg, delivering elbow drops and knee drops to the leg. He turns her over into a single leg crab, but McKinley makes her way to the ropes. Wylde then shoots her back into the ropes. When McKinley comes back, Wylde connects with another dropkick to the leg. He goes for a figure four. But again, McKinley makes her way to the ropes.

Wylde slams her down and goes for a jackknife pin, but it only gets two. He goes for a fisherman suplex, but that also gets two. After delivering several stomps to the leg, Wyle pulls her up and positions her for The Infection. But after a series of elbows to the head, McKinley slips down from behind, lifts him up and throws him down with a cobra clutch slam.

At the count of 7, both grapplers get back up. They trade punches until McKinley gains the upperhand. But her advantage is short lived as Wylde cheap shots her with a kick to the leg. With McKinley down on one knee, Wylde runs back into the ropes. When Wylde comes back, McKinley turns him inside out with a rising discus clothesline. The pin only gets two.

McKinley shoots Wylde into the ropes. When he comes back, McKinley throws him down with a back body. Wylde gets back up, but McKinley knocks him down with a shoulder block. Wylde gets back up, only to get knocked back down by another shoulder block. When Wylde gets back to a vertical base, he gets doubled over by a kick to the gut. McKinley then hoists him up in the air over her head. But her knee buckles and she ultimately lets Wylde slips down from behind. As McKinley stumbles into the corner, Wylde waits for her to get in perfect position. When McKinley turns around, Wylde runs over and goes for a Drive-by kick. But McKinley steps out of the corner, catches him and counters with a capture suplex into the turnbuckles.

After Wylde gets up, he can be seen clutching the back of his head. McKinley then dips her shoulder, scoops him up and plants him with the Taff Valley Driver for the one, two, three.

Winner: Natalie McKinley

[FGA Office]

(The camera cuts to the back, specifically the locker room. Seat on one of the benches in the far corner his Riley Owens. Since he does have to work tonight, he is dressed in normally clothing: Jeans and a hoodie.

He isn’t looking at anything in particular, but it’s clear that his mind is focused on something. As the camera comes closer, he turns his head slightly to look into the lens.)

Owens: Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

(Riley lets out a bit of laugh. After composing himself, he begins to speak again.)

Owens: Do you know the difference between me and most of your other opponents thus far? It’s not my size; you’ve defeated people who are physically larger than me. It’s not my speed; while I may be able to outrun you, people like Cordy are even faster than me.

(Riley pauses for a few seconds.)

Owens: The key distinction between me and the other challengers is that I’m able to see past all your bullshit.

(He pauses once again, this time for a bit of dramatic effect.)

Owens: Dom Harter and Dan Herrera―character traits aside, arguably two of the best to step foot inside a FGA ring. All-Star Showdown III should have been their night. They should have isolated you and beat you to the point that you could no longer continue. As “friends,” but more so as strategists, they should have worked together and eliminated you...then at least one of them would have been the champion.

(Another slight laugh comes from his mouth.)

Owens: However, they were both susceptible to confusion and manipulation, orchestrated by you, Jimmy. Like the mastermind that you are, you planted seeds of doubt into both of them; and from those seeds, mistrust sprouted. The key was to focus on Dom, wasn’t it Jimmy? Dom is weak minded; his whole ordeal with The Murder has proven that. You needed Dom to turn on Dan, and you needed Dan to become wrapped up...so that no one would be focused on you.

(He shrugs his shoulders a little bit.)

Owens: And your plan worked.

(He lets out a small sigh.)

Owens: Not only were you the winner that night at All Star Showdown, but you were also able to defeat Dom once again.

(Again, Riley doesn’t speak for a few moments.)

Owens: Then, enter Cordy.

(He smiles a bit from hearing her name out loud.)

Owens: Again, one of the best to ever step into and FGA ring. Hell, I’d go as far as to say she is one of the best to enter the Business period. I know that―and you know that too, don’t you Jimmy? You knew deep down that you couldn’t defeat her, not straight up anyway. So once again the gears in that demented head of yours started turning and you concocted another brilliant plan. And once again, you’d turn to your tried and true tactics of manipulation and deception.

(Riley shakes his head.)

Owens: Love―such a “pure” emotion.

(He lets his words sink in for a moment.)

Owens: However, “pure” things are easily tainted aren’t they Jimmy?

(Slowly, he nods his head.)

Owens: You used the guise of Love to try and entrap Cordy. Now, Cordy isn’t weak minded, so, she did end up seeing through your illusions. But, not to be outdone, the Mastermind had a Plan B. And when Cordy had that perfect amount of momentum, you attacked Cindy. Your whole goal was to get into her head you wanted to make her lose focus.

(Riley shakes his head a bit, not at Cordy, but at the fact that Jimmy’s manipulation had worked once again.)

Owens: Unfortunately, she did lose her focus.

(Riley pauses and is silent for a few moments. After a while though, a smirk creep across his face.)

Owens: Jimmy for the past few months, I’ve just been sitting back and waiting. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed carrying that Pride Championship. However, no title reign lasts forever; I knew that one day someone would defeat me.

But I also knew that said defeat would lead to something even greater!

(Riley nods his head in agreement.)

Owens: So, like I said, I sat back and waited; I sat back and observed. And I did all that because it was painfully obvious that you and I were going to collide, just one more time.

When I was the Pride Champion, every match...EVERY SINGLE MATCH―was preparing me for our fateful encounter at Final Frontier. My focus, my determination―it’s impregnable Jimmy!

(A bit of a larger laugh comes from his lips this time.)

Owens: Jimmy, you’re going to have to man the fuck up and face me straight up if you want to defeat me.

Pound for pound, I’m a better wrestler that you; and, that instills fear into your heart. I’m a better striker than you, I’m a better submissionist than you, and I’m a better technical wrestler than you could ever hope to be.

(He spreads his arms open.)

Owens: Face it Jimmy, you can’t hurt me...you can’t BREAK me. You’ve tried countless times in the past; each and every time, I’ve gotten right back up. This match will be no different.

You can’t hurt me Jimmy.

But, you see, I can hurt you. I shattered your world at Only the Strong Survive when I became only the second man to defeat you in single’s competition.

(His smirk from earlier returns.)

Owens: You were BROKEN!

And, at Final Frontier, I’m to rip away from you the ONLY thing that you truly care about in this world―the FGA World Heavyweight Championship.

(Riley points his right-index finger directly into the lens of the camera.)

Owens: You don’t deserve to be the champion Jimmy; and, FGA doesn’t deserve to have a piece of shit like you carrying it around. I’m going to defeat you at Final Frontier Jimmy. And when I do I’m going to give this company and these fans the champion they TRULY deserve.

(The camera lingers on Riley for a bit as it slowly fades out.)

[FGA Office]

(An almighty ruckus is echoing down the corridors of the Monroe Sports Center. As the camera homes in, we see the cause: Laurel Anne Hardy, pacing around between storage areas with a large sports bag over her shoulder into which she's placing various weird objects - a roll of fine wire, a broken old flatscreen monitor, a miniature fire extinguisher.

Stepping into the view of the camera is the distinct purple haired head of Ashley Sullivan with a folding chair in her hand. Not holding it in any way as if she were about to use it to sit down, some abstract art can be seen painted along the seat of the chair and even on its legs.)

Ashley Sullivan: Hey Laurel. Call me crazy but it looks like you might be taking donations for stuff to lay into someone's ass with.

(Ashley looks down at the chair before holding it out with an extended reach to Laurel.)

Ashley Sullivan: I WAS saving this for Pooler but he chickened out before I got a chance to use it. Seems to be a trend going on lately.

(Hearing Ash's voice, Laurel turns. She smiles warmly, although she remains somewhat distracted.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Hey hon. Yeah, aw, The Black Hand man... I wish this shit was for them, but...

(She sighs.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: ...c'est la vie.

(Laurel looks at the chair appreciatively, like an art critic assessing an Old Master.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: That's really good. You do that yourself?

(Ashley looks down at the chair for a moment with a shrug.)

Ashley Sullivan: Partly. I did a drawing for the seat part, like the bullseye and the "Bob Pooler's face here" thing and gave it to a friend of my brother's to do the airbrushing since I can't paint for my life. It just gets really messy.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I love painting, but then... you know me, yeh? For me, gettin' messy is just one of the many fun bits of makin' art. That's cool though, definitely.

(She opens a box on a shelf to find some shorter-than-average light tubes inside it. She nods and slides it into her bag.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Ooh, don't see those around often these days... Yeah, Ash, you should get him to airbrush more stuff for you, for wrestling and Day One DLC. Show his talent off to the world.

(Ashley tilts her head to the side somewhat as she thinks about the idea.)

Ashley Sullivan: True, that might be something to run with. Just another way to add some crazy expression into what I do. Wrestling though. Not sure how Colt would feel about wearing some insane colored ring gear. He can be so grumpy sometimes about stuff like that.

Laurel Anne Hardy: So? It's your clothes. He don't have to wear 'em. An' if he does wear them that ain't any of my business. You wear what you want, babe. Never put a throttle on self-expression...

(She grimaces reflectively.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Unless it's puttin' people in danger.

Ashley Sullivan: Art and expressing yourself is one thing as long as it doesn't come at someone else's expense. Like if something I do in the ring ends up hurting Colt or someone else that doesn't deserve it, crap like that has to weigh on you. Keep it you but it safe, you know?

Laurel Anne Hardy: Heh. I been dealing with that a lot lately, believe me. When I speared the ref back at Capital Combat... if that had been Annie? Man... I'd probly've just fuckin' keeled over dead right then and there. I know I said on the last show I needed to fight The Black Hand again, but honestly, I am glad it's you guys now. People who are gonna give us a fair, honourable fight, all gonna fight our arses off, and we gon steal the damn show, yeh?

Ashley Sullivan: Count on it. After what The Black Pinkies did to Annie, I wanted to tear those sissies damn heads' off. Me and Annie come up in wrestling together and we've been buds since. No one needs to be messing with her. Final Frontier isn't going to be about trying some underhanded crap like that to get some kind of advantage. Just about putting on one hell of a show. Think of it like a painting right? Or for me, a song. And this match is going to be a canvas for us, or lyrics. Whatever.

(Laurel smiles.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: After months of dealin' with dicksacks like The Black Hand an' Fratdaddies, I'm really excited to be facin' someone who cares about the art form an' not just wavin' their own... well, not penis in your case, but you get what I mean. An' I know Annie is too.

(An evil smirk crosses Ashley's lips as an idea obviously comes to her mind.)

Ashley Sullivan: Well there's Colt but he'll definitely keep it in his pants instead of waving it around bragging. He's shy like that. Going into this match, this is the biggest match of my career and I want it to be something damn special.

Laurel Anne Hardy: I want it to be too. I don't wanna...

(She closes her eyes for a moment.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I don't wanna be the way to you guys that I've been against... well, other people, lately. Like... I can't lie, 2014, especially the second half, has been pretty fuckin' shitty for me. Prolly the worst year of my life. Kinda feel like I need another masterpiece like we had with Sex Sells to remind me why I do this.

Ashley Sullivan: Well Final Frontier will be the last show of the year. Nothing better than giving 2014 the finger as it's on its way out and look forward to next year don't you think?

(Laurel grins and puts a hand on Ash's shoulder in a semi-hug.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Hah! Yep. 2014 can get fucked. All four us are gonna kill it in 2015 and this match is the springboard.

(She looks down at Ashley's chair.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: You sure you don't wanna save this little beauty for Bob?

Ashley Sullivan: Nah. Safe to say he's pretty much gone. If he ever does decide to come back, I plan on being so far ahead of him that he won't even be worth bothering myself with. Who cares about the Rey Del Aire thing. All about what I can do next.

(Ashley extends the chair out for Laurel with a nod of her head. Laurel, with a smile, accepts it and places it carefully in her bag. Then she hugs Ash.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Thank you. I promise I'll put it to a good cause.

(We fade out on the two embracing women.)

[FGA Office]

Mirage vs. Noelle Smith

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 213lbs … He is MIRAGE!

The eerie sound of Slipknot's "(515)" hits the PA System as Mirage makes his way out to the stage. As horrifying, blood curdling screams are heard, Mirage walks slowly down to the ring, completely contradicting the loud, menacing sounds of his theme song with a calm, quiet stride to the squared circle. By the time he reaches the ring, he leisurely walks up the steel steps and enters through the ropes. He steps into the center of the ring, looking up at the roof of the building, or perhaps looking passed the roof, before bringing his head back down.

Stephy Auger: Two weeks ago we saw Mirage finally release Christina Holiday after taking her hostage. Since then he’s spoken about how he wants Chaz to do the right thing.

Kris Cruise: I don’t know what to make of it all, Stephy, but at least we know Christina is safe now.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida … NOELLE SMITH!

"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.

Kris Cruise: And here comes his opponent for tonight. As we mentioned earlier, Noelle will be at Final Frontier in a triple threat match against Johnny Raike and Mia Scott. You have to figure she’d like to go into that match with some momentum after losing to Dante Anglais in Jersey City.

Stephy Auger: And of course, the last time these two met it was Mirage who came out victorious in that gauntlet match, earning himself a future shot at the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title. So what we have here is two competitors who are both eager to come away victorious tonight.

The bell sounds to start the match as both Mirage and Noelle emerge from their corners and approach the center of the ring. Mirage, towering menacingly over the smaller Noelle, decided to take this opportunity to trash talk. The cameras aren’t close enough to make out exactly what’s being said, and with the mask it’s impossible to read his lips. Noelle pushes his finger away, but Mirage continues ranting at her, louder than before about how fake she is. Noelle simply shakes her head, standing her ground as Mirage steps closer still and pushes Noelle flat on her backside. Smith gets right back to her feet, however, and approaches Mirage in a manner more aggressive than she was moments ago. Until she gets slapped, anyway.

Stephy Auger: Oh, that’s just disrespectful from Mirage.

Kris Cruise: Here comes Noelle!

Noelle fires off a couple of high kicks to the chest, each of them finding their mark as Mirage absorbs the punishment. She lands a few more for good measure before going low with muay thai style kick to the thigh, taking the leg out from under Mirage, dropping him to one knee. She goes against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a running dropkick that sends Mirage tumbling backwards. He gets back to his feet slowly, as Noelle approaches; she grabs him by the head to help him up, only for Mirage to rake her eyes. Smith staggers backwards as the referee admonishes Mirage, who pays the official no mind.

A toe kick has Noelle doubled over before Mirage throws her head first into the top turnbuckle, not once, not twice, but three times before he allows her to slump back in the corner. The fans are rallying behind Noelle, but still shout the obligatory “whoo” as each of Mirage’s sick knife edge chops land across the chest of his opponent, bringing up a red patch on the exposed skin. The referee intervenes to try and move the happenings away from the corner, but as Mirage drags Noelle towards the center of the ring he clobbers her with a brutal short arms clothesline! And the early cover has him placing his forearm over her face.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Noelle kicks out at two!

Kris Cruise: I see what you mean about disrespectful, Stephy. That forearm across the face is just rubbing salt in the wound.

Mirage doesn’t argue with the official, instead he gets to his feet and toys with Noelle, gently kicking her as he walks around his prone foe before dragging back to her feet by a handful of hair. A hard Irish whip towards the corner sends Noelle crashing against the turnbuckles before she slumps to a seated position. This time, Mirage places his boot across the throat of Noelle Smith as the official counts for the break, reaching four and three quarters before Mirage releases the choke hold. Another admonishment by the referee goes unheard as Mirage drags his opponent back to a vertical base yet again. A swift back elbow connects before he sends Noelle from pillar to post, charging in after her – but Noelle gets the boot up!

Stephy Auger: That boot lands flush against the jaw of Mirage, and he’s going to be feeling that one for a while.

Kris Cruise: More importantly, Noelle may have just made an opening to get herself back in this match!

Mirage staggers backwards after catching that boot to the face as Noelle props herself up on the middle rope. As her opponent regains his bearings, Noelle leaps with a crossbody block, taking Mirage down! Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Noelle fires off a couple of forearm smashes to the face – but they seem to have little effect. She goes against the ropes for some momentum, Mirage follows her and catches Noelle with a high knee that sends Noelle tumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. Mirage reaches over the top rope and, once again, grabs Noelle by the hair to lift her up before dropping a clubbing blow down across the chest. Not letting go of the hair – despite the referee’s protests – Mirage brings Noelle down and bends her over the middle rope, her head inside the ring as he takes a step back. He swings his leg upwards viciously – but misses his mark as Noelle ducks out through the ropes! Mirage turns back towards the ropes and gets caught by a shoulder to the midsection before Noelle executes a sunset flip over the top rope!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: So close!

Mirage claps his legs together around Noelle’s head to break the pin as both competitors take a moment to recover. Smith seems to be feeling the effects of that last shot as she’s slower to her feet, allowing Mirage to rush her with a clothesline – which is expertly evaded as Noelle bridges backwards! And, as Mirage turns back around, Noelle flips her legs upwards, wrapping them around her opponent’s neck before taking him down with a handstand headscissors to a pop from the crowd!

Stephy Auger: The fans certainly enjoyed that move, Kris!

Noelle is first to her feet this time, delivering several hard kicks to the midsection of her rising foe. Mirage still manages to battle back his feet, however, before being doubled over by a spinning kick to the gut. Followed by a side kick to the thigh, and another spinning kick to the gut keeps Mirage doubled over as Noelle runs against the ropes behind her opponent, leaping up onto the middle rope before springboarding backwards, driving Mirage face first into the mat with a springboard facebuster! She rolls him over and hooks the leg!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOOO!

Mirage gets the shoulder up at the last second to kick out as Noelle looks to the official, stunned that wasn’t a three count. Undeterred, Noelle gets back to her feet and sets off against the ropes as Mirage gets back to a vertical base – and he nails Noelle with a running knee to the midsection! Smith goes head over heels and lands back first with a crash as a weary Mirage grabs her up, placing Noelle in an inverted facelock before dropping her across his knee with a backbreaker. And the pin attempt.

Kris Cruise: This could be it!

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TWO!
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NO!

Noelle kicks out just in time, but Mirage throws her back down and tries again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: He’s just trying to wear her down now, Kris. These repeated kick outs must take some effort when you’ve got a 213lb man on top of you.

Mirage looks towards the official, but the referee assures him it wasn’t a three count. So, instead, he brings Noelle back to her feet again and doubles her over with a knee to the gut, quickly followed by a double underhook suplex. He thinks twice about the pin attempt this time, however, instead setting his gaze towards the corner as he drags Noelle to the corner, throwing her head first into the top turnbuckle. With his head under her arm, Mirage lifts his opponent up so she seated on the top rope before he himself climbs to the middle rope, whereupon he signals to the crowd that the end is nigh.

Stephy Auger: Are we about to see The Licked Hand?

Kris Cruise: This doesn’t bode well for Noelle…

Mirage hooks Noelle in position for the brainbuster, but there’s some fight left in her as she fires off repeated punches to the gut. Mirage tries to lift her again, but Noelle has her legs wrapped around the ropes for safety as she manages to somehow push Mirage away! He lands with a thud but gets back to his feet, staggering slightly as he wanders back into the corner. THE BEAUTY MARK CONNECTS! Noelle flipping through the air before landing that jawbreaker as she hurriedly makes the cover!

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest…NOELLE SMITH!!!

Kris Cruise: Mirage getting his shoulder up a fraction too late as Noelle takes the victory here tonight.

Stephy Auger: Looks like she’s heading into that triple threat match against Johnny Raike and Mia Scott with some momentum as well.

‘Buttons’ begins to play throughout the arena as the referee raises Noelle’s arm into the air. The fans are on their feet as a dejected Mirage rolls out of the ring. He slowly strides back up the aisle, leaving Noelle to celebrate in the ring as she poses on the turnbuckles for her adoring fans.

[FADE OUT]

[FGA Office]

[As we return to the ring, we see Johnny Karma is stood in the ring wearing a crisp short sleeved white shirt and a pair of jeans while Cherry stands beside him looking solumn - then she remembers to hand karma the microphone]

Karma: So as you all know...well maybe not, since you're Jerseyans which means you're as sharp as a cotton bud, but for those of you watching this on DVD from your comfortable spot in the civilized world you will know that, on the last show there was a terrible incident where my actions led to a fellow member of the FWA roster being hospitalized with a crushed trachea. Of course, I'm sorry this happened, because while I wanted him to choke in the ring when he was facing me, I didn't want him to do it literally...

Kris Cruise: That wasn't nice.

Karma: It's always a sad moment where a fellow athlete leaves not on his feet but on his back, and I'm some people watching believe it darkened the Third Anniversary Show by having someone whose name is strongly linked to this company's history being symbolically consigned to the scrapheap, but to that I say "nonsense" - you could also looks at it as some dead wood being swept out of the door so FWA could focus on younger, more dynamic, and flat out better members of the roster who can carry the company forward instead of holding it back by shackling it to its history.

Stephy Auger: Well thanks to him, Kevin Hardaway may very well be history.

Karma: But you know what I need to carry FWA forward? I need an opponent, and yet that's the one thing I don't have for Final Frontier, even though it takes place in my city, the shining light of Americana that is NYC, and with that in mind I have a proposition: if there's anyone in the back willing to meet me in NYC, I will grant them the match - and because it's heading into the Holiday season, I'll even be the best Secret Santa there is by letting them suggest the type of match we're going to have. So how about it, whose up for it?

[Nothing happens]

Karma: Really? Nobody's interested in a spot on the Final Frontier card, or are they worried that I'll humiliate them in time for Christmas?

Kris Cruise: I must admit, I'm a bit surprised that no one has come out to accept the challenge.

Stephy Auger: There's got to be someone back there.

Karma: Well this is just sad, nobody wants to reach up and grab that brass ring, and I...

The house lights go out in the arena. The opening of "Violence (Enough is Enough)" by A Day to Remember flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system. Karma and Cherry are pacing around the ring going mad and talking to each other. What the hell is going on?!

Kris Cruise: Oh dear god. I...I know that music. If that is who I think it is...

Stephy Auger: Karma and Cherry better RUN!

But nothing is going on the ramp, as the music finally reaches the fever pitch that it always means. Karma is ready for a fight as Cherry is trying to tell him that it's not worth it and to run away. It's not good. But the fans suddenly go nuts...

...as from behind, Kevin Hardaway, sporting a neck brace from the attack at the Third Anniversary Show lariats Karma in the back of the head as Cherry screams like a banshee. Karma falls down like a bad habit and exits the ring immediately. He's beside himself, with his mouth down. Like he saw a ghost. Hardaway smiles as he listens to the fans welcoming him back...even though it was only a couple of weeks ago when they last saw him. Odd how things work out like that. No, this seems more of a welcome back to the Hardaway of old. With that, he rips off his neck brace and throws it to the ground as he picks up the microphone and taps it several times. All with a sly smile on his face as he leans against the ropes and finally speaks. Not as loud as he can but enough where everybody can hear him.

Hardaway: You still think after all this time, you can stop somebody like me. WELL YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING, JOHN-BOY!

Kris Cruise: What's Hardaway talking about?

Hardaway: Because you got something from me that I've been wanting since the day you pulled me aside and screamed at me like a 5-year old wanting a toy.

Hardaway: You asked nicely.

The fans cheer for Hardaway once again as Karma is trying to get back in the ring, holding his head in pain. He decides to think enough is enough and walk out.

Hardaway: Wa...wait? Where are you going? Don't you want to hear that somebody's accepted your challenge at Final Frontier? Because let's face it...I'm out here, you asked for a match. I think we all know where this is going. IT'S ME!!!

Stephy Auger: Hardaway accepted the challenge!

Hardaway: And you let me pick the stipulation as well? It's a Festivus Miracle after all! And...and oh boy, have I got the match for you, John-boy! Oh, you're going to love this. You see...I'm tired of you running away from your demons. And me, well...you know me, you know I love facing my demons. So why don't you...and I...Johnny Karma and Kevin Hardaway do battle at Final Frontier...

He pauses for a second. Then a lightbulb appears immediately.

Hardaway: IN A FIFTEEN FOOT HIGH STEEL CAGE!

Kris Cruise: & Stephy Auger: WHAT!?!?

Hardaway: 1.) I always wanted to say that and 2.) See you in New York City, bitch.

Kris Cruise: I can't believe it. Hardaway's going to get his hands on Karma one more time!

Stephy Auger: And this time, it's going to be in a steel cage! Karma's big mouth may have just come back and bit him in the backside!

[FADE OUT]

[FGA Office]

“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.”

So it began…

Malcolm Drake gets his arm raised by the ref. But Drake quickly pulls his arm away from the ref as he scans the crowd....

Clement: Malcolm Drake picks up his first win here in Frontier Grappling Arts. It's always good to start off on a winning note.

Grayson: It is. Plus, these two men will be on opposite sides in two weeks at Final Frontier. Now Demore has to ask himself can be beat Drake? Can he make up for what happened tonight? Plus, how will his body hold up?

As Demore gets back up to his feet, Drake runs up from behind and kicks Demore's left leg out from under him, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think I just found the answer to that question.

The crowd boos as Drake repeatedly stomps away at Demore's injured leg.

Clement: Drake not satisfied with just the win. He wants to further injure Jacob Demore's leg.

And the pile of bodies soon grew…

Clement: Hey, just wait a second. What's going on here?

Akrista O'Hare slowly rolls back into the ring. She slowly pulls herself using the top rope. As she favors her shoulder, Malcolm Drake rolls back into the ring behind her. The sound causes Akrista to turn around. She sees Drake with evil intentions in his eyes. Just then, an unknown man hops over the barricade and slides into the ring behind her.

Clement: Wait just a minute. That's Dom Harter! Dominic Harter is in the ring with Malcolm Drake!

Grayson: Are they in cahoots?

Clement: I don't know. But I don't like the looks of this!

The two men begin to circle Akrista. They begin to circle her like two crows waiting to swoop in for the kill. But before anything can happen, Pat Gordon, Jr races down to the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Grayson: What in the.....?

As soon as PGJR slides in, he begins to swing the chair like a madman, sending both Drake and Harter retreating to the outside. The crowd cheers as Drake has words for PGJR. But PGJR drops the chair and motions for him to get back in the ring. Instead, Drake and Harter turn around and walk up the aisle to boos from the crowd. Back in the ring, PGJR heads back over to Akrista and shakes her hand. The two smile to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What in the world is going on here?

Clement: I have no idea either. Dominic Harter is apparently with Malcolm Drake. Pat Gordon, Jr just made the save. And what's the deal now with these two? Surely Justice Young will be having his hands full trying to get to the bottom of all this tonight......

Drake goes back over and puts the boot to Mangold to boos from the crowd. He then turns and waves someone down to the ring. After attacking Mangold some more, Dom Harter makes his way to the ring with a steel chair hand.

Clement: Great, and now that conniving little bastard has a steel chair in his hand.

After Harter slides into the ring, he hands the chair over to Drake. Harter then goes over, grabs Mangold's leg and drapes it across the middle rope. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes down across the leg with a flying knee drop. The crowd boos as Mangold clutches his leg while screaming in pain.

A commotion can be heard off in the distance as the cameraman frantically paces throughout the backstage area.

Various crashes, thumps and the moans of a woman can be heard.

The cameraman slows down as he comes across various debris on the ground.

Once he turns around the corridor, he stops. Directly in front of him stands Dom Harter, who throws down a lead pipe. Pacing back and forth in front of him is Malcolm Drake. Drake then charges over and repeatedly punt kicks someone in the ribs. He then drops down to one knee, grabs someone by the hair with his left hand and repeatedly punches the person in the face with his right hand. Drake then gets up, uses the back of his forearm to wipe his nose and cocks his head to the side as he admires The Murder's work. He then lifts up his leg before delivering a hard stomp to the person's face. Just as Dom is about to pick up the lead pipe again, backstage personnel rush up to The Murder, causing the duo to slowly put their hands up before backing away.

Backstage officials attend to the downed individual. As the cameraman approaches, the person is revealed to be a battered, bloodied and bruised Akrista O'Hare.....

Drake hops up onto the apron nearest the aisle as Harter and Pooler sprint around the sides, surrounding Astor as he glances in each direction, a look of horror etched on his face. Pooler strikes first, catching Astor with a forearm shot as Harter piles in. The crows double team Des, pummelling him with punches and kicks until he can’t fight back. Clarke, having seen what is going on, stands by Drake as she watches her team mates drag Des back to his feet. Harter holding him up as Pooler takes a step–DR TEETH! It connects as Harter takes Astor over with a dragon suplex!

The two of them, Harter and Pooler look towards Drake, who seems pleased by what he has just seen.

The fans in attendance all boo, jeering the group beatdown they just witnessed–when Drake pushes Reagan Clarke forward as Pooler nails her with a HIGH VELOCITY HUG! The fans fall silent as Drake takes command, mounting the chest of Clarke as he rains down punches left and right, clobbering the defenseless woman. He drags Reagan back to her feet by a handful of hair, pulling her in close to his face to say some inaudible words before throwing her towards Harter who catches her with a knee to the midsection and scoops her onto his shoulder. She screams out “no” but The Tenacious Little Bastard drops her head first into the mat with a Goodnight to the World. Drake walks away towards the corner as Harter and Pooler put the boots to the fallen Clarke. But they move out of the way as Drake flies through the air–MORS VINCIT!

‘Man In The Box’ plays again as the THREE members of The Murder survey the scene around them. Clarke lays unconscious at their feet, Astor has rolled towards the edge of the ring, clutching the back of his neck as the crows all smile at the devastation.

And even when The Superfriend turned out to be a crow…

Pooler claps his hands in unison with the chants. While Harter clutches the back of his neck in pain, PGJr can be seen clawing his way over towards the corner. Pooler can seen frantically waving PGJr over towards the corner.

Clement: He's almost there! He's almost within reach!

As Harter pulls himself up using the ropes, Pooler reaches his arm out as far as he can. PGJr then leaps over and goes for the tag. But Pooler hops off the apron, letting PGJr land face-first onto the canvas. The cheers have come to a sudden stop and have been replaced with shock and awe.

Clement: What in the.... ? What just happened? Did he slip?

Grayson: I don't think he slipped. I think he did it on purpose.

Clement: Nooooooo, not Pooler. He wouldn't do that! No...... noooo........

As PGJr slowly looks up at Pooler, Pooler smirks as Drake and Harter rush over and stomp the hell out of him to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE MURDER!

The crowd continues to boo as Pooler slides into the ring. He slowly makes his way over towards The Murder before embracing them. A downpour of boos washes over all three men.

Clement: Dammit, Pooler! Damn you! Why!? WHY!? WHY!?

Drake and Harter then hold up PGJr. After grabbing PGJr by the throat and taunting him, Pooler takes a few steps back before blasting him in the face with Dr. Teeth, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: I think I just saw a couple of Pat's teeth fly into the front row.

Clement: This isn't the time for jokes! Bob Pooler has turned on Pat Gordon, Jr! I thought he was his friend! Pat thought he was his friend! he thought He could trust him! We all thought we could trust him! But he may just be the worst of all of them! I can't believe this GARBAGE!

The boos then turn to cheers as Kevin Hardaway races down to the ring.

Clement: Thank God for Kevin Hardaway. Finally, someone who won't turn on Pat Gordon, Jr!

But as soon as he slides into the ring, he gets tackle down by all three members of The Murder. The crowd boos as The Murder drag him towards the ropes. Hardaway tries to resist. But the strength in numbers it too much. Instead of attacking Hardaway, they twist the middle and top ropes together and trap his arms between them. Hardaway grunts and growls as he tries to violently shake himself free. But its to no avail. Pooler goes over to taunt him. But he quickly moves out of the way as Hardaway tries to kick him with his legs. Hardaway is then forced to helpless watch as all three members of The Murder stomp away on PGJr to boos from the crowd.

Clement: This is sick. Come on, dammit! Someone needs to come out here and stop these three!

Grayson: No one wants to get in The Murder's way. They're smarter than that.

Pooler picks up PGJr, hooks his arms, lifts him up and takes him down with Midnight:30. Harter picks him up, grabs him from behind, hoists him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World.

Two men stood tall…through the good times…

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.

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.

As Harter rolls over onto his back, Hardaway heads into the corner. After climbing up onto the top turnbuckle, he leaps off and goes for a diving double foot stomp. But Harter rolls out of the way. The momentum sends Hardaway rolling forward. After getting back up to his feet, Hardaway turns around. But Harter runs over and nails him with a kick below the belt to boos from the crowd. While Hardaway is doubled over, Harter lifts him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. He makes the cover.

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"Superunknown" plays to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here is your winner, representing The Murder, DOM HARTER!

Once he does, X goes for a springboard high cross body. But Pooler catches him in mid air with Dr. Teeth.

White: I think I just saw some of his Chiclets flying into the front row...

Drake then picks up Moore and whips him into the corner. But Moore runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks him down with a moonsault. As Moore gets up, Harter runs towards him. But Moore meets him with a kick to the midsection. After turning Harter around, Moore sets him up for a belly to back suplex, but Harter counters with an elbow to the back of the head. He then positions Moore for a pumphandle maneuver. After Pooler double hooks X's arms, Harter delivers Goodnight To The World while Pooler delivers the Midnight:30. Drake then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and connects with Mors Vincit. He makes the cover.

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"Man in the Box" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners, THE MURDER!

After the match, The Murder stand triumphant over Moore and X as the crowd nearly boos them out of the arena.

Payne charges into the corner and goes for a clothesline. But Drake moves out of the way, causing Payne to collide with the turnbuckles. As Payne stumbles back, Drake blasts him in the back of the head with a roaring elbow to boos from the crowd. He then picks up Payne, grabs him by the arm and delivers the Mors Omnibus to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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“Man In The Box” blares throughout the building as the crowd erupts with boos.

Cruz: Here are your winner, THE MURDER!

The crowd boos as Harter picks up Evangelista and whips her into the opposite corner. He runs across the ring and connects with a running double knee lift to the chest. The crowd boos as Evangelista crumbles from out of the corner. Harter then picks her up, lifts her up from behind and plants her with Goodnight to the World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

Grayson: That's it. It's over...

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THRE-NO! Evangelista gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What!?

Clement: She got the shoulder up! Evangelista got her shoulder up!

Harter looks up at the ref in shock. But he quickly snaps out of it, sits Evangelista up and applies the Futility. The crowd boos as Harter cinches in the hold. The ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But she's barely responsive.

Clement: Dragon Sleeper applied by Harter. Can Evangelista fight this off? Can Evangelista hold on?

Hardy gets up and tries to climb back into the ring. But a yakuza kick to the side of the head from Drake sends her tumbling back out to the floor.

Back in the ring, the ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But Evangelista doesn't respond. So the ref raises her arm. The crowd sighs as the arm falls. The ref then raises her arm a second time. Evangelista's arm falls again. The ref then raises her arm for a third time. Evangelista's arm falls again. The crowd boos as the ref has no choice but to ring the bell.

“Superunknown” blares throughout the arena as the crowd boos.

Cruz: Here are your winners of the 2013 Dynamic Duos Tournament and the new Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, THE MURDER!

Carruthers picks up Drake and whips him into the corner. He runs across the ring and connects with the Ass Attack to cheers from the crowd. He then takes Drake and whips him into the opposite corner. Carruthers runs across the ring and connects with another Ass Attack. The crowd cheers. He then takes Drake and whips him back into the previous corner. Carruthers runs, jumps and goes for another Ass Attack. But Drake falls from out of the corner, causing Carruthers to connect with nothing but turnbuckles to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: OUCH!

Hardy: That'll shake your tailfeather!

As Carruthers stumbles from out of the corner, Tomkins slides into the ring and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. Tomkins steps back and raises his arms in the air to boos from the crowd. But he steps backwards right into a punch to the back of the head from Harter, doubling him over. Harter then hoists him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Harter pulls up Tomkins' head to boos from the crowd.

Hardy: Oh, come on!

Harter lifts him back up and plants him with another Goodnight To The World. He makes the cover.

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Cruz: Here are your winners and still the Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, THE MURDER!

Drake slowly enters the ring and snatches one of the belts off the referee, while Harter accepts the other.

Hardy: Motherfuckers. Well, they did it... not sure they'd have done it without all those eye-pokes and back-rakes and stuff, mind...

Grayson: Well, a win is a win, and the record books will show that The Murder were successful in their first defence against three of wrestling's top teams!

And the bad…

As soon as The Murder are alone in the ring, several figures melt from the crowd and slide into it.

White: Wait a minute... what's happening? That's The Asylum!

And so it is. The UK Dragons, Laurel Anne Hardy and Evangelista are there, as are FGA's Serena Raine and FRONTIER's Matt Kail. They're joined by the team of Spades and BlakJak, The Jokers Wild, the colossal veteran Cerberus, and the enigmatic, masked Noumenon. The Murder don't back down, but at 8-on-3 odds with the three weary from a match, it's a foregone conclusion who's going to come out on top. Cerberus clotheslines Pooler over the top rope, and The Jokers launch Harter over it a moment later. They, along with Raine and Kail, slide back out and restrain the two Murder members - leaving Hardy, Evangelista and Noumenon alone in the ring with Drake.

Drake goes down fighting, but goes down nonetheless. Evangelista and Noumenon handcuff him to the ropes.

(The officers begin moving towards Harter with their hands loosely placed on their weapons if the worst were to happen. For a moment it appears as though Dom entertains the thought of dropping these two and unleashing unspeakable horrors on Tiffany and her cousin. He lets out a scoff in disgust and as his chest deflates the officers place their hands on him and turn him to face the wall. The Hispanic officer begins to cuff Harter as his cohort reads the Miranda Rights.)

Portly Officer: Dominic Harter, you’re under arrest for the assault and battery of Tiffany Lawrence Michaels. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law; you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney you will be appointed to you; do you understand your rights as I have explained them to you?

Dom Harter: Sure…

Tiffany: OH, PLEASE KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME. I HAVEN’T HAD A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP SINCE THAT HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE OF A NIGHT!!!

(Tiffany is obviously pouring it on for effect, drawing a sneer from Harter. As the officers begin leading him away, the fat scumbag cousin of hers places his arm out as if to protect Tiffany from Dom.)

Harter gets up and goes over to the referee. He nudges the ref with his foot. But the ref appears to be out of it. Harter then kneels down and starts to shake the ref. Suddenly, the ref starts to move around.

Clement: It looks like the referee is coming to...

Once Harter gets up and turns around, Q turns him inside out with a lariat. He then picks up Harter and scoops him up across his shoulders for The Compactor. But Malcolm Drake slides into the ring and nails Q from behind with the FGA Heavyweight Championship belt. The ref sees this, so he immediately calls for the bell.

Clement: I thought The Murder was banned from ringside!? What is Drake doing?

Drake picks up Landon, grabs him from behind and goes for the Mors Omnibus. But Landon ducks, grabs Drake from behind and tosses him over the top rope. After Drake pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes, Landon knocks him off with a dropkick, sending him crashing against the barricade to cheers from the crowd. When Landon gets up and turns around, Pooler clocks him with Dr. Teeth to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Max breaks up the pin with a leg drop to cheers from the crowd.

As Max heads into the corner, Landon gets up and picks up Pooler. Once Max climbs up onto the middle ropes, the SMWB deliver the Dr. Mario Bomb to Pooler to cheers from the crowd. After Max rolls out onto the apron and then begins to climb the turnbuckles, Landon picks up Pooler and lifts him up across his shoulders. He then heads towards the corner and delivers a rolling fireman's carry slam, followed by a 450 Splash from Max, followed by a springboard Phoenix Splash from Landon, completing the Super Mash Melee to cheers from the crowd.

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"Rockit" plays to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners and the new Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS!

The ref goes over and hands the SMWB the Tag Title belts. Max and Landon then hug each other before heading into opposite corners and raises the titles in the air to cheers from the crowd.

The bond that was thought to be unbreakable…

Malcolm Drake: For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Malcolm Drake.

(The crowd boos again, but instead of doing the sing-song dance Drake powers through the noise.)

Malcolm Drake: For over a year I ran roughshod over Frontier Grappling Arts. I crippled opponents, I bloodied competitors, I ended careers… I unleashed The Murder upon FGA, and we carved a scar across the face of this company. We descrecated title belts; we brutalized our opponents, their friends and anyone who got in our way; we purged the roster; we PISSED on everything that FGA stood for. The name “Malcolm Drake” was whispered in hushed tones reserved for monsters and boogiemen. I was an unstoppable… destructive… FORCE. And now I’m back. And there’s only one thing I have to say…

(The crowd actually falls into a hushed, anticipating silence whether out of curiosity or preparation for renewed booing.)

Malcolm Drake: … I’m sorry.

(Drake pauses for a moment. The crowd is unsure how to respond.)

Grayson: What did he just say?!

Clement: Did… Is… is Malcolm Drake apologizing?

(As some of the crowd begins to boo what they can only assume is a mock apology, Drake continues.)

Malcolm Drake: I’m sorry for what I did, I’m sorry for path of destruction I carved, and most importantly I’m sorry for who and what I was. I know these words are nothing but empty platitudes… you have no reason to believe a word a say. I’m NOT a good person. Present tense. I’m still the barely contained volcano of hatred and violence. I’m STILL unstable. I’m STILL… crazy. But I stand here before you to make a promise. Mark these words: this is NOT some elaborate ruse, this is NOT a trick or a long con. I am here to redeem myself for the ills I’ve caused to Frontier Grappling Arts.

Shattered!

(Harter pauses, staring straight into the eyes of his mentor as he speaks.)

Dom Harter: That you're just a piece of gutter trash ... you can't change, Malcolm ... you're incapable of bettering yourself. Like a tiger cannot change its stripes, you're a crow who cannot change his feathers. And you, Malcolm Drake, do not deserve redemption.

(Drake stands stoically as he listens to the words his protege speaks. The crowd are restless, unsure how to react as Dom speaks up once more.)

Dom Harter: You want to mold yourself in the image of FGA ... you want to appease these mouth breathers who despise you, who loathe you with every fiber of their being ... you can try, Malcolm. But I will be in your way - at every step you try to take - and I will bury you!

(A long silence ensues as Drake and Harter stare at each other; Harter sneering, Drake a barely contained stoicism. After several moments, Drake finally acts… extending his hand for a handshake. The overt gesture of attempting to bury the hatchet is met with stunned looks from the crowd. But from Harter it is met with furious anger.)

(Instead of accepting the handshake Harter SLAPS Drake across the face! The crowd responds with a quick cheer at seeing Drake slapped. Drake snaps his head back around and violently lunges after Harter. But Harter anticipates and slips out of the ring, leaving Drake hanging over the ropes, red-faced and irate.)

Clement: Did you see that?! Harter just slapped Malcolm Drake!

(Harter begins back-pedaling up the entrance ramp, but pauses to spit and taunt Drake. Harter points and “Look at you! You haven’t changed at all! You can’t change! You’re pathetic!” Drake kicks the bottom rope in frustration as the crowd launches into a chant of “You got bitch-slapped.”)

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

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

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

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

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

Grayson: Do it already, Harter!

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

Grayson: NO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But now there is only one way out for either man…

Footage of Dom Harter staring intensely down at the steel chain that he’s holding in his hands plays on screen.

Malcolm Drake looks down forlornly at the dog collar he’s holding, before he throws it down in front of him.

Live on the 20th December 2014, from the Hammerstein Ballroom at the Manhattan Center these two men will engage in what is sure to be a bloody, brutal dog collar match.

DOG COLLAR MATCH
DRAKE vs. HARTER II

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: Up next, we have a rematch from one of the quarterfinals matches in the Frontier Lions Cup. It's Cordy Stevenson taking on Johnny Karma!

Stephy Auger: These two were put in the position as teammates a couple of weeks back when they took on Team Page. We all know of the history between Jimmy Page and Cordy. But Karma had his score to settle with Page, too. Karma still felt that Page "stole" the Pride Championship from him back at Final Frontier last December. Despite what everyone thought, these two actually worked well together. Though if you ask Karma, I'm sure he'll tell you that he's the one that led "his team" to victory.

Kris Cruise: Oh of course.

Stephy Auger: So now here we are with this rematch. Cordy's trying to get over her anger towards Page. She doesn't want to be that person that that's essentially been out for revenge. Will she be able to control her emotions in this one? On the other end, Karma is certainly looking for some payback. After his showing at last year's Frontier Lions Cup, some assumed that he would be the odds on favorite to win this year's tournament. But Cordy spoiled those plans, knocking him out in the quarterfinals. We've seen a much more aggressive side to Karma in recent weeks. Two weeks ago, we nearly saw him crush the throat of Kevin Hardaway. Will Hardaway bring that newfound aggression into this contest with Cordy? I'm sure we'll find out.

Kris Cruise: I'm sure it'll be a good one. So let's send it to the ring where J.A. Aldridge is standing by with our ring introductions...

Cordy Stevenson vs. Johnny Karma

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherry Baum: Introducing first, the man who is really sick of wrestling so many shows in Jersey...weighing in at a ripped, a chipped, a and a fit 233lbs, he hails from Queens, NYC - he can't wait until he wrestled in front of his hometown crowd at Final Frontier, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

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

Johnny Karma: Jersey, y'all suck.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, and does a few squats in the corner.

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.

Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing his opponent, 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.

The bell sounds as Cordy circles the ring. She begins clapping her hands, which leads to the crowd clapping in unison with her.

Kris Cruise: This crowd loves Cordy Stevenson, Steph.

Stephy Auger: They definitely do. Cordy's going to need all the support she can get when she heads into battle with Cyncity and Dan Herrera to take on the Infinite Empire.

The two lock up. After jockeying for position, Cordy places Karma in a side headlock. But Karma is able to shove Cordy off him and into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Karma leap frogs over her, causing her to run into another set of ropes. When Cordy comes back, Karma throws her down with a hip toss. Cordy gets back up, but Karma throws her down with an arm drag. Cordy gets back up, but Karma knocks her down with a dropkick to boos from the crowd. Cherry can be heard cheering on the outside as he makes the cover.

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Karma brings Cordy back to a vertical before delivering an arm wringer. After securing his grip around her wrist, Karma delivers another arm wringer. The ref then leans in and asks Cordy if she wants to give up. When Cordy refuses to quit, Karma tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. After Karma delivers another arm wringer, Cordy rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wringer of her own to cheers from the crowd. Cordy delivers another arm wringer… and another. She then repeatedly tries to yank the arm from out of its socket as the crowd continues to cheer. After walking around in a circle, Karma quickly scrambles over and hooks his arm around the top rope. The crowd boos as the ref gives Cordy until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Cordy breaks the hold.

Kris Cruise: Karma was looking to work over Cordy's arm there. But Cordy was able to come back and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Stephy Auger: Like him or hate him, Karma's one of the best in-ring technicians on the roster. But his plan to work over Cordy didn't work out.

After Karma shakes off his left arm, he makes his way off the ropes and circles the ring. He then sizes up Cordy as he slowly inches over towards her. Karma then lunges forward, engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, Karma places Cordy in a side headlock. But Cordy is able to shove Karma off of her and into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he knocks down Cordy with a running shoulder block to boos from the crowd. He then runs into another set of ropes as Cordy turns over onto her stomach. When Karma comes back, he hops over Cordy and runs into another set of ropes. When Karma comes back, Cordy leap frogs over him, causing Karma to run into another set of ropes. When Karma comes back, Cordy goes for a hip toss. But Karma blocks it. She then tries to muscle him up for another hip toss. But again, Karma blocks it. So she resigns and goes for a knee strike, doubling him over. After draping her leg across the back of his neck, she performs a backflip. But once Cordy lands on her feet, Karma grabs her by the hair with both hands and throws her down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as the back of Cordy’s head smacks off the canvas. Cordy can be seen curling up as she clutches the back of her head in pain.

Kris Cruise: Karma's a great technical wrestler. But there was nothing technical at all about that one!

Stephy Auger: That's the aggressive side we've seen coming out of Karma in recent weeks.

Karma picks up Cordy, brings her into the corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. After turning her around, Karma unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Cordy tensing up as she criss crosses her forearms across her chest in pain. He then brings Cordy from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. Cordy counters with a sunset flip. But Karma rolls through it, quickly lifts up Cordy’s leg and goes for a figure four leglock. But Cordy counters with a small package.

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Karma reverses the small package…

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Cordy kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet, Karma kicks Cordy in the midsection and follows up with the Bum Trip. He makes the cover.

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Cordy kicks out.

Kris Cruise: What a clsoe series of counters and falls that was.

Stephy Auger: Both grapplers nearly had each other beat there. That's how good these two are. They're both on top of their games.

Karma picks up Cordy, scoops her up from the side and delivers a backbreaker. But instead of letting her drop to the canvas, Karma holds her across his knee, lifts her up and careless tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd boos as Cordy can be seen wincing in pain as she holds her side.

Kris Cruise: Karma effectively telling Cordy to "get out of his ring" there. And Cordy looks hurt.

Stephy Auger: She took a hard fall to the outside. But I don't think Karma's done just yet...

As Cordy begins to slowly get up on the outside, Karma takes off into the ropes. When Karma comes back, he goes for This Is For The Front Row. But Cordy moves out of the way. After Karma slides underneath the bottom rope and lands on his feet, Cordy quickly grabs him from behind and takes him down with a russian leg sweep. The crowd cheers as Karma can be seen clutching the back of his head. She then picks Karma back up, rolls him into the ring, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Cordy sits up Karma and applies a chinlock. The ref kneels down and asks Karma if he wants to give up. But Karma wags his finger at him. So Cordy pulls back, sending a jolt of pain up and down Karma’s neck.

Kris Cruise: Here comes Cordy with another submission hold. Normally we seen Karma contorlling his opponents with these types of holds. But not this time.

Stephy Auger: Cordy knows first-hand what Karma is capable of. And right now, she's trying to beat him at his own game.

Cordy keeps the hold applied as Karma can be seen cringing in pain. The ref checks back in with Karma and asks him if he wants to give up. But Karma refuses to quit. After stirring around on the canvas, Karma turns over onto his knees. After slowly getting back up onto his feet, Karma lifts up Cordy and delivers Stairway to Bedlam, followed by a full nelson.

Kris Cruise: Karma's got the submission applied!

Stephy Auger: Cordy's trying to make it to the ropes. But Karma pulls her back and really locks in that full nelson!

Karma cinches in the hold, trying his best to get Cordy to submit. When Cordy refuses to submit, Karma hoists her up and throws her down with a full nelson slam. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up.

Karma picks up Cordy and whips her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Karma throws out a clothesline. But Cordy ducks, runs towards the opposite set of ropes and counters with a handspring enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. As Karma tries to shake out the cobwebs, Cordy slowly gets back to her feet. She picks up Karma, knees him in the midsection and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. She makes the cover.

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Karma kicks out.

Cordy picks up Karma, grabs him from the side and delivers a russian leg sweep. After rolling back up to her feet, Cordy takes off into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she goes for a rolling senton. But Kama gets his knees up.

Kris Cruise: Cordy lands right across his knees!

Stephy Auger: That's definitely going to slow down the hot start that she was on!

Karma picks up Cordy and whips her hard into the corner. As Cordy stumbles out, Karma kicks her in the midsection and follows up with Dynamite Karma. Cordy clutches her arm as Karma makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Did you see that? Karma suplexed Cordy right on her arm!

Karma picks up Cordy, grabs her by her right arm and delivers an armbreaker across his shoulder. He then places her in a hammerlock, runs and throws her shoulder-first into the ring post.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that!?

Stephy Auger: I think we all did. Karma, again, targets that shoulder of Cordy Stevenson! He might be setting up for Deep Karma.

After grabbing Cordy by the back of her tights, Karma pulls her from out of the corner and then plants her with Instant Karma. He makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her good shoulder up.

Karma picks up Cordy, hammerlocks her arm and then throws her down with a scoop slam. Karma reaches down, pulls her back and delivers another hammerlock bodyslam to boos from the crowd. He then pries Cordy’s arm away from her, presses it down against the canvas and delivers a handstand into a falling knee drop. Karma then transitions into a shoulder lock.

Kris Cruise: Oh yeah, he's definitely setting up for Deep Karma now. He might not have been able to take out one of her legs. But with a move like Deep Karma, all he has to do is soften up one of her arms and it's over.

Stephy Auger: And this isn't good news at all for Cordy. With a big match against the Infinite Empire in two weeks, the last thing she needs is to walk into that match injured.

The ref kneels down and asks the ref if she wants to give up. But Cordy shakes her head “no.” So Karma cinches in the hold, causing Cordy to cringe in pain.

Kris Cruise: You can see the pain written all over her face. You're right, she's got a huge match at Final Frontier. Cordy's never been one to throw in the towel. But how much is she willing to take? How much pain is she willing to fight through?

The ref checks back in with Cordy, asking her if she wants to give up. But Cordy refuses to quit.

Crowd: CORDY! CORDY! CORDY! CORDY! CORDY!

Stephy Auger: The crowd here in Monroe is solidly behind Cordy Stevenson! They're trying to rally behind her and get her back into this match!

Cordy begins to shake her good arm in unison with the chants. After slowly turning over onto her knees, Cordy gets up to her feet. She then nails Karma with punches to the midsection until his hold is broken. Once she’s free, Cordy runs into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Karma runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Cordy stops and ducks, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Cordy knocks him down with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: The spinning heel kick catches Karma right in the face! She goes for the cover!

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The crowd boos as Karma gets his shoulder up.

Cordy picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a handspring elbow using her left arm. After reaching back and placing Karma in a headlock, Cordy heads out of the corner and delivers a running bulldog. The crowd cheers as she pushes Karma over and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Cordy picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Cordy bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma counters with a hard kick to the right shoulder, causing Cordy to stand up in pain. But she quickly gets brought down as Karma grabs her, taking her down and locking on Deep Karma. The crowd boos as Karma tries to make Cordy submit.

Kris Cruise: Deep Karma! He's got the crossface applied!

Stephy Auger: And she's right in the middle of the ring! She's got nowhere to go!

Cordy can be heard groaning in pain as Karma pulls back. The ref kneels down and asks Cordy if she wants to give up. Once Cordy waves him off, Karma pulls back, causing Cordy to let out a loud groan.

Kris Cruise: I can't even imagine how much pain Cordy's in right now. How much if she willing to take?

Karma repeatedly jerks back, sending jolts of pain throughout Cordy’s neck and right shoulder. The ref checks back in and asks Cordy if she wants to give up. Cordy’s hand begins to hover over the canvas. Karma continues to pull back as Cherry can be shouting at Cordy to give up.

Stephy Auger: This doesn't look good for Cordy. Maybe she should just give up before further damage can be done.

Cordy slams her palm down on the canvas. But instead of tapping out, she slowly pushes herself up. She then uses her left arm to scratch, claw and slowly drag herself towards the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Cordy won't quit! She's still fighting ans this crowd is cheering her on!

Karma can be seen shaking his head with disbelief as Cordy continues to slowly pull herself towards the ropes.

Stephy Auger: There's fight left in Cordy Stevenson!

Cherry repeatedly slaps the canvas, shouting at Karma to stop her from getting to the ropes. Karma’s doing the best he can. But Cordy is determined to fight through the pain and get to the ropes.

Stephy Auger: She's almost there!

Cordy reaches out… and grabs the bottom rope as the crowd explodes in cheers. The ref then gives Karma until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FI-

Karma lets go. But the ref scolds him for not breaking the hold in time.

The ref reads Karma the riot act. But Karma pays him no mind as he puts the boots to Cordy. He then reaches down, yanks up Cordy, lifts her up and delivers a slingshot suplex. He then steps through the ropes and goes to climb the turnbuckles. But Cordy dives over and pulls down on the top rope, causing Karma to slip, fall and end up crotched on the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Karma will be hitting all the high notes tonight after that one!

Karma slowly leans forward and flips down, landing in a seated position. Cordy then runs into the corner and connects with a slingshot corner dropkick to cheers from the crowd. She then grabs Karma, drags him away and makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs as Karma saves himself from a three count.

Cordy picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Cordy into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she connects with a dropkick to the knee. After Karma drops to one knee, Cordy grabs him and plants him with a kneeling snap DDT.

Stephy Auger: Karma gets planted face-first into the canvas! Cordy makes the cover!

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Cordy picks up Karma and then goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Cordy into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she goes for a cross body block. But Karma counters with a powerslam. He then picks up Cordy, connects with Sugar Ray Karma and then steps back and throws out Check Your Chiclets. But Cordy catches his foot. After spinning Karma away from her, she quickly counters with a leaping reverse bulldog to cheers from the crowd. Cordy then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a rolling senton, followed by a standing moonsault double knee drop. She then picks up Karma, grabs him with her right arm and then goes for The Allure. But Karma quickly counters by slowly bringing her down with a back slide.

Kris Cruise: Karma counters The Allure!

Stephy Auger: He's trying to bring her down with the back slide! he's still trying... and he's got the pin!

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Cordy is able to escape.

Both grapplers scramble to try and get back to a vertical base. But Cordy beats Karma to his feet and delivers The Foot Fetish, knocking him down to an explosion of cheers. She makes the cover.

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

Aldridge: Here is your winner, CORDY STEVENSON!

Cordy gets her left arm raised as the crowd continues to cheer her on.

Kris Cruise: What a match that was. Cordy Stevenson once again bests Johnny Karma.

Stephy Auger: Karma nearly had the match won there at the end. But Cordy was somehow able to escape. When they were both trying to get back to their feet, Cordy beat him to the punch and caught him right in the face with that high impact back kick. And that was all she wrote for Karma tonight.