Final Frontier

[FGA Office]

(The shows cuts backstage to where ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter is sat in his darkened locker room. Dressed in his ring attire – the black pants and gaudy studded leather jacket – with his hair styled in the trademark fauxhawk, Harter gazes into the camera as he speaks.)

Dom Harter: You want this thing between us … to die?

(He says in a mocking tone before shaking his head.)

Dom Harter: You want this to be over?

(Harter closes his eyes and sighs, lowering his head slightly as he runs one hand through his hair.)

Dom Harter: And you’re right, Malcolm. We can’t do this dance any longer; it has to stop, it has to end.

(Pause.)

Dom Harter: It has to die…

(Harter’s gaze returns to the camera once more.)

Dom Harter: You have to die, Malcolm Drake. Because ever since you muttered those immortal words, I’ve been thinking of ways this can end between us. How this hatred, this rivalry, this war between us can ever truly be over. How it can possibly die…

(He stresses the word die.)

Dom Harter: And the only way I can think of is if you were to shuffle off this mortal coil, Malcolm Drake. If I go one step further tonight, if I carry out that most dastardly of plans and commit the most unforgivable of sins. Because the only way, Malcolm – the only way – that this war between us will ever die, is when you’re six feet underground…

(Pause.)

Dom Harter: Memento Mori…

(Fade out.)

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: It's finally here, Stephy! It's the Six Person Tag Team Match with Team FGA taking on The Infinite Empire!

Stephy Auger: The Infinite Empire has terrorized FGA since their infamous debut back in October at Capital Combat. But now, FGA's fighting back. We've got Dan Herrera, Cordy Stevenson and Cindy Parker! And they're going to give the Infinite Empire a fight that they've never been given before. We're not going to back down. We're no longer going to be intimidated. Tonight, Kris, we fight back!

Six Person Tag Team Match
The Infinite Empire vs. Dan Herrera, Cordy Stevenson, Cyncity

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Shinjuku, Japan! Weighing in at 144 pounds! She is "The Infinite Queen," TOMOKO HANAHARA!

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

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

Unspoken by The Ghost Inside starts playing through the speakers and boos echo around the arena. R.J. steps out on stage with an arrogant smirk and stands on the stage and embraces all the hatred coming at him.

J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, from Brisbane, Australia! Weighing in at 210 pounds! He is "The Antagonist," R.J. PALMER!

He signals the crowd to keep it all coming and then starts to walk down to the ring. When near the ring, he gets a run up and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs up to his feet.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, now residing out of Manhattan, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is the self-proclaimed "Best in the World," DANTE ANGLAIS!

“Let’s Go” by Calvin Harris & Ne-Yo begins to blast throughout the arena, as the duo of Sex Sells make their way from behind the curtain. They stop atop the ramp, and strike a pose; Cordy dropping to a knee, and Cindy standing behind her, both with their arms outstretched, giving the fans the perfect photo op. After a few seconds, Cordy pushes back up to her feet, and the two energetically make their way down the ramp, dancing to the music and livening up the crowd, slapping hands along the way as they move towards the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 240 pounds! They are the team of Cindy Parker and Cordy Stevenson... SEX SELLS!

Cordy stops and gives her hat away to a fan before they finally hop onto the apron, and climb teasingly slow through the ropes much to the delight of the crowd. They then make their way to opposite turnbuckles and climb up raising their hands into the air before hopping down and making their way to their corner.

...Spoken...

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

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them.

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. . Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, now residing out of Raliegh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is DAN" THE MAN" HERRERA!

The bell rings as Palmer and Stevenson now begin circling each other to start off the contest. RJ is quick to gain the upper hand on his opponent, forcing Cordy back up against the ring ropes before stepping back as the referee admonishes him, releasing his opponent in a clean break, much to the surprise of everyone. RJ smirks cockily as Stevenson shakes herself off and the two go to lock up again, but Cordy is quick to slip beneath Palmer's attempt to lock up with her and sweeps his legs away from underneath him, sending him crashing face first into the canvas. Palmer rolls back into the corner, looking a little embarrassed by it as he pulls himself up off the canvas.

Kris Cruise: RJ doesn't look too happy after that exchange.

Stephy Auger: Of course not! He just got beat up... by a girl!!

Clearly riled by that move, Palmer begins circling the ring as Stevenson does the same before RJ pounces on Cordy, charging towards her but, once again, she avoids the contact as quick as a cat and takes advantage of the moment by rolling Palmer up from behind.

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Palmer kicks out.

Palmer barely slips out before the three and, again, his face clearly shows the frustration at not being able to take charge of this contest as well as having been caught out by Stevenson on several occasions early on here. Palmer doesn't let it get the better of him as he gets to his feet and charges at Stevenson, nailing her with a big running forearm smash to the jaw that sends her tumbling down to the mat and gives the Infinite Empire the upper hand in this contest.

Kris Cruise: Big shot from Palmer to Stevenson.

Stephy Auger: Cordelia is down and hurt. Palmer is looking to take advantage of that.

Indeed he is as he drops down to the mat and begins laying into Stevenson with fierce punches right the face of the down Cordy, laying into her as the referee attempts to get Palmer to back off. RJ looks at the referee as if to say "you wanna be next?" but he's merely doing his job as he tells RJ to stop beating down on Stevenson. Palmer gets to his feet and holds his hands up, almost pleading innocence as his does so, before grabbing the referee by the collar and sending a few harsh words his way. He releases his grip on the referee and strolls across to his teams corner, tagging in Tomoko Hanahara as he does so.

Tomoko jumps into the ring and immediately pounces on the prone Cordelia, slamming the back of her head into the mat by the hair of her head.

Tomoko brings Stevenson back up, delivers a series of alternating shoot kicks to the legs and follows up with a jumping back kick that knocks Stevenson down. She makes the cover.

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Stevenson kicks out.

Tomoko picks up Stevenson and moves her into the corner. After delivering four shoot kicks to the midsection, Tomoko follows up with a jumping back kick to the face. She then takes Stevenson, whips her across the ring and follows her into the corner. But Stevenson uses the momentum to springboard onto the middle ropes, rebound back and knock down an oncoming Tomoko with the Beautiful Disaster.

Kris Cruise: Beautiful counter by Cordy with the Beautiful Disaster!

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Tomoko kicks out.

Stevenson picks up Tomoko and goes for an irish whip. But Tomoko reverses, sending Stevenson into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, Tomoko delivers a knee to the midsection. She then goes for a belly to back suplex. But Stevenson rolls over her shoulder, lands on her feet and counters with a leaping reverse bulldog.

Stephy Auger: Another great counter by Cordy! This could be it...

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Tomoko kicks out.

Stevenson picks up Tomoko and goes for an irish whip. Tomoko reverses, sending Stevenson towards the ropes. But Stevenson uses the momentum to deliver a handspring enzuigiri. She then picks up Tomoko and whips her into the corner. After sizing her up, Stevenson runs across the ring and connects with a handspring back elbow. She then grabs Tomoko and delivers a bulldog out of the corner.

Kris Cruise: Face-first onto the canvas goes Tomoko! But is Cordy going to make the cover?

Stephy Auger: … no. She’s going for the tag!

Steven goes over and tags in Cyncity, causing the crowd to explode in cheers.

Kris Cruise: And here goes Cindy Parker!

Cyncity picks up Tomoko and goes for an irish whip, but Tomkoo reverses. Cyncity is then sent into the rope, where Palmer nails her with a knee to the spine.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on!

Stephy Auger: What a cheap shot by RJ Palmer!

As Cyncity stumbles away from the ropes, Tomoko knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. She then goes over and tags Palmer in.

Kris Cruise: Tomoko nearly took Cindy’s head off with that spinning heel kick.

Stephy Auger: And now here comes Palmer. Yeah, he’s real bad when he’s attacking people from behind and kicking them while they’re down.

Palmer gets in the ring and puts the boots to Cyncity. After picking up Cyncity and hurling her into the corner, Palmer rushes into the corner to attack. But Cyncity nails him with an elbow to the face. As Palmer stumbles back, Cyncity hoists herself up onto the middle ropes. Just as she’s about to jump off, Tomko runs across the apron to attack. So Cyncity reaches over and greets her with a kick to the face. But when she turns back to Palmer, he grabs a hold of her, launches her from out of the corner and towards the center of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Bit hurling slam out of the corner from Palmer!

Stephy Auger: Cindy took her eyes off of him for just a second. But in this sport, that second can be costly.

When Cyncity gets up and turns around, Palmer races out of the corner and goes to take her head off with a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks. When Palmer turns around, Cyncity delivers a stomp to the foot, followed by a poke to the eyes. She then knocks him down with a step-up enzuigiri. She makes the cover.

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Palmer kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Palmer and goes for an irish whip. But Palmer reverses, sending Cyncity towards the corner. Palmer quickly tries to follow her in the corner. But Cyncity uses the momentum to run up to the top rope and flip off...

Kris Cruise: Emphatic Whispers! She goes for the cover...


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Palmer kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Palmer and whips him into the ropes. When Palmer comes back, Cyncity brings him down with a headscissors takeover. But instead of letting go, Cyncity keeps her legs wrapped around his neck and does push-ups as she looks over at Dante and Tomoko. The Infinite Empire are irate as Cyncity taunts them.

Kris Cruise: There you go, Cindy. Rub it in their faces!

Cindy gets up and heads towards the ropes. She bounces off the ring ropes, and, as she does so, Herrera makes a blind tag. Parker doesn't look pleased as Dan climbs into the ring and boots Palmer in the mid-section. Cindy stands and stares at Dan for a few moments before the referee reminds her she has to leave the ring. Begrudgingly, she complies but she doesn't look happy about it.

Kris Cruise: What was that about?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know. I think Cindy wanted to get a few more shots in on Palmer.

Herrera begins reigning the blows down on Palmer, one after another. He's clearly taking his frustrations out on the Australian as he spins a 360 and a Discus Elbow strike connects with RJ Palmer's jaw, dropping him to the mat below. Herrera drops to his knees and hooks Palmer's leg in a tight cover!

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Palmer gets his shoulder up!

Dan doesn't let it bother him as he is quick to pull Palmer up to his feet, nailing him with a couple of hard right hands as he does so. Dan bounces off the ring ropes and charges at RJ, attempting a Spinning Heel Kick, but Palmer backs away into his own corner and quickly tags Tomoko Hanahara into the contest, clearly wanting no more of Dan Herrera.

Dan looks pleased to have RJ avoiding him but Tomoko? She's not afraid of Dan, that's for sure. She gets right up in his face, encouraging him to take a shot at her. The two go back and forth for several moments before Hanahara ducks underneath a swinging right from Herrera and sweeps his legs clean out from under him, bringing him slamming down to the canvas on the back of his head. The force of the fall could very well have given Dan a concussion as he rests on the mat, eyes completely glazed over. Tomoko looks pleased with herself as she kicks Dan in the side, causing him to roll across the ring back towards his own corner. As he reaches it, Cordelia reaches out and makes the blind tag, making herself the legal competitor in the contest once again.

Kris Cruise: Stevenson enters back into the contest.

Stephy Auger: She looks like she wants to get her hands on Tomoko again.

Indeed she does as the two face-off for a few moments before charging at each, firing off on each other a flurry of strikes. Cordelia gets the upper hand and begins going of on Tomoko before looking for a big haymaker.

Tomoko counters, ducking under it, whips Cordy off the ropes and ducks her head down, looking for presumably a back body drop, but Cordy has is scouted and attempts to go for a Kneeling Snap DDT. Tomoko manages to avoid the contact and, as Cordy turns back around, Hanahara blasts her in the face with a Rider Kick!! Tomoko immediately leaps atop her fallen foe in a pinfall attempt!!


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THRE-NO!

Cordelia barely manages to kick out but it doesn't matter! All that matters is that she got her shoulder up before the three count!

With Cordelia still prone on the mat, a yell echoes out from the other side of the ring as Anglais calls for the tag. Tomoko complies and slaps hands with the "Infinite God". As Tomoko exits, Dante climbs in ring and swiftly begins laying the boots in on Cordy. A count from the referee does not deter Dante, more so, it encourages him. After he ceases with beating Cordelia down using his boot, he lifts her up onto her feet and bounces off the ring ropes and catch her with a big knee smash to the side of the head, sending her plummeting down to the floor as she clutches her head in agony. Dante drops an elbow across the back of Stevenson's head several times over. Cordy feels every hit more than the last as she grasps at her head in agony but Dante is relentless as he drops six consecutive elbows onto the back of Cordelia's skull. He gets to his feet and saunters around the ring with a cocky edge to his step, smirking as he does so.

Kris Cruise: Dante seems to think he has this well in hand.

Stephy Auger: That's the sort of arrogance we've come to expect from him.

Cordelia pushes herself up off the mat, struggling to keep in this contest, but Anglais is quick to cut her off. Dante hooks Stevenson up and further works on the head and neck area with a big Swinging Neckbreaker. Cordy is in some real pain but Dante doesn't care as he climbs to his feet and lifts Stevenson up to her feet as well, like a shark smelling blood. He drives his knee into her mid-section, driving the remaining air right out of her. He sets her up, heaving her high into the air and sends her body crashing down to the canvas with a vicious Powerbomb! Anglais follows up by making the cover!


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DAN BREAKS UP THE COUNT!!

He throws a few words at Anglais as well as he backs up and slips out of the ring as the two exchange a prolonged glare.

Dante turns and punts Cordelia right in the head as she tries to get to her feet, almost taking her head clean off with the power of the boot. He drags her prone body across to the corner before tagging Tomoko back into the contest. Hanahara ascends to the top rope and comes crashing down onto the prone Stevenson with a Moonsault before going for the cover!


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Cordy gets her shoulder up!

Cordelia manages to roll her shoulder up before the three, drawing a frustrated pounding of the mat from Tomoko as she gets to her feet. She pulls Cordelia up in her teams corner and begins beating down on her with stiff kicks, thrusts and punches. Cordelia struggles to defend herself but can barely get her hands up as she's taken a serious beating. Tomoko thrusts her knee right into Stevenson's gut before pulling her out of the corner and snapping her over in a suplex. Holding onto the hook, she rolls through and back to her feet, leaping high into the air and she thrusts her knee right up into Cordy's head with a sick version of a Shining Wizard, dropping Stevenson straight down to the mat before she goes for the cover, hooking the far leg!

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Cordy gets her shoulder up!

Kris Cruise: Cordy's in rough shape but she's not looking to give this match up any time soon.

Stephy Auger: She has the sort of testicular fortitude that these Infinite Empire "guys" couldn't hold a candle to.

Tomoko gets to her feet, dragging Cordelia up to her as well, before whipping her off the ropes. Hanahara goes for a Rider Kick but Stevenson ducks underneath it, bouncing off the other side of the ropes, and the two crack heads in the middle of the ring. The two drop straight down to the mat, clutching their heads in pain as the crowd begin to get behind Cordelia, hoping the she can make a tag as the two competitors slowly begin crawling across to their respective corners. Tomoko manages to get to her corner first as she makes the tag to Anglais. Dante charges into the ring as... CORDY MAKES THE TAG TO DAN HERRERA!!!

Herrera immediately hops into the ring like a mad man, all fired up, meeting Dante in the center of the ring with a ferocious spear, taking Anglais right down to the canvas. RJ Palmer quickly attempts to come to his friends aid but he is taken down with a spear himself!! This Hammerstein crowd is coming unglued as Tomoko staggers to her feet and Cordelia charges her, clotheslining her up and over the top rope down to the cold concrete floor.

Dan watches on, with a smile on his face, before turning back to see Dante pulling himself back to his feet using the ring ropes. Anglais stumbles backwards and Dan spins him around, taking him down to the mat with a huge Samoan Drop!!

Dan leaps up to his feet and roars at the crowd who roar right back at him, showing their approval of this flurry..

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera is on fire here!

Stephy Auger: The Infinite Empire felt they had everything sewn up but got a little cocky and now Dan Herrera has put his team in the drivers seat!

Herrera takes a moment to catch his breath before waving for Dante to get up when... BREATHTAKER ON DAN HERRERA?!?!

Cindy stands over the downed Herrera, staring down at him completely stoic.

Kris Cruise: Wha... What just happened?

Stephy Auger: I think... I think she just turned on Team FGA?

This entire place is stunned into silence as Cindy just stands and stares at her own teammate. On the outside, Cordelia looks on in shock. Cindy looks to Cordy and the two just stare at each other for what seems like an eternity... and then, as if it was nothing, Cindy drops to the mat, rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp towards the backstage area.

Kris Cruise: And now she's... she's just leaving?!

Stephy Auger: And I get the feeling she won't be forgiven for "snapping" this time around.

Cordelia climbs back into the ring to check on Dan, still shocked at what just transpired. She's so shocked that she forgets she's still involved in a match as RJ Palmer comes up behind her, grabs her and tosses her into the steel ring post. We go back to Cindy who just disappears behind the curtain without even looking back. Palmer climbs out of the ring, dragging Cordy with him and tosses her right into the steel ring steps, a loud thud echoing throughout the venue as he does.

The reality of the situation now begins to set in amongst the crowd: it's 3 on 2!

Palmer rolls back into the ring and the referee attempts to admonish him but is not very successful as RJ immediately threatens him, sending him flying back into the corner in fear. RJ smirks and turns to Herrera, pulling Dan to his feet as Anglais begins climbing to his feet as well. The fans boo the double team as RJ holds Dan's arms behind his back and Dante just begins going off on Herrera, blasting him with ferocious punches, each one harder than the last. Dan's lip is now busted as the blood runs down his chin and drips onto the sweat covered mat below.

Kris Cruise: Dante is attempting to drive any will that is left inside Dan Herrera right out of him.

Stephy Auger: Unforgiving, brutal, merciless. The Infinite Empire have taken advantage of Cindy Parker walking out on her team and they have done so emphatically.

Kris Cruise: As much as I don't want to believe it, I don't know how much of a chance Dan and Cordy have against these three with the way things are going.

Dante steps back and RJ releases his grip on Dan Herrera who plummets down onto his knees. Breathing heavy, blood just gushing from his mouth, he struggles to even stay upright as he slumps down onto all fours. RJ is swift to drive his boot into Dan's ribs, sending Dan flying a foot into the air. Dante laughs as RJ nails Herrera with another ferocious boot to the ribcage, potentially causing Herrera some serious internal injuries. The referee attempts to reason with Dante and RJ, begging them to make this back into a fair fight but they both just laugh. Dante lifts Herrera to his feet by the hair and holds him in place as RJ begins raining blows in on him, punches and knees to the body. They both attempt to whip Herrera into the corner but he drops to his knees out of sheer exhaustion from the beat down. The two exchange a chuckle or two between each other as Dan stumbles and staggers, hardly able to move under his own power as he slowly attempts to get to his feet. Dante charges at Herrera but Dan's weariness sends him down to the mat and Dante's charge connects with the referee as Anglais almost clotheslines the ref out his boots!!

Kris Cruise: He did that on purpose!

Anglais doesn't look too upset about it as RJ rolls out of the ring and retrieves a steel chair from ringside to a hoard of boo's from the Hammerstein. He rolls back into the ring with the chair and winds it up like a baseball bat as Dante heaves a broken and beaten Herrera to his feet and... BLAM!!

Palmer flattens Herrera with a ferocious steel chair shot!!

Herrera is laid out on the mat as Palmer tosses the chair out of the ring. Both Palmer and Anglais admire their dirty work when, from out of nowhere, Cordelia Stevenson charges the ring and nails Dante with a big forearm out of nowhere. Palmer is quick to react to her attempts to do the same to him and the two tussle down to the concrete floor, both hitting the mats hard, hurting both their opponent and themselves in the process.

Back in the ring, Dante grasps at his head, the shot he was blind to having knocked him through a loop somewhat, and gets to his feet. Dan is still laid out on the mat, blood now seeping from his forehead as well as his mouth. Anglais lifts Dan up to his feet but Herrera is already out cold! It's just picking at the scraps of a carcass now as Dante sets Herrera up for The Uprising... BUT WAIT!!

DAN BLOCKS! HERRERA IS STILL ALIVE!

He counters back with an elbow to the side of the head that catches Dante completely off his guard. Dan slips out of the move and, out of sheer desperation, he throws a discuss elbow strike at Anglais, connecting flush with his jaw to a huge ovation. Both men collapse to the mat, Dante from the fierce blow and Herrera from the beating he has endured these last few minutes of the match. They struggle for breath on the mat, the fans now drawn right back into this contest as Herrera shows some life when, from the crowd, a figure emerges through the sea of people, hops the barrier and slides into the ring.


IT'S...

IT'S...

IT'S AIDAN COLLINS!!

The Hammerstein is going wild as Aidan looks at Dante, pointing straight at his long-time adversary.

Kris Cruise: It looks like Aidan Collins has come to Team FGA's rescue!

Stephy Auger: I don't know... Aidan Collins has always been somewhat unpredictable.

Aidan waves Dante to his feet and he crouches down, poised to nail his patented "Ice Pick" Spear finisher. The Hammerstein is waiting, about ready to explode as Dante slowly staggers to his feet. As he turns around, Aidan charges...

BUT NOT AT DANTE!!


ICE PICK!!


ICE PICK TO DAN HERRERA!!!

The crowd erupts into boos and jeers as Aidan quickly rolls out of the ring and ducks down to the concrete floor. Dante drops to his knees before crawling across towards Herrera and drapes an arm across his chest. RJ rolls the referee back into the ring as the entire Hammerstein boos in unison as the referee counts...


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THREE!

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

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, the INFINITE EMPIRE!

Dante, Tomoko, RJ and Collins stand tall as they raise each others arms to deafening boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: This wasn't supposed to be like this! This was supposed to be FGA’s night! We were supposed to finish this!

Stephy Auger: I don’t know what happened! I thought Aidan Collins was here to help save Team FGA. But he was in bed with the Empire from the start!

Kris Cruise: And then there’s Cindy Parker. What in the hell is going on in her head!?

Stephy Auger: I… I don’t even know anymore. That’s the most shocking thing of all. It wasn’t the Empire winning or Collins being with them. It was Cindy turning on her friends, her partners and FGA as a whole. These fans loved her! I thought her and Dan squashed whatever issues there were between them. But it was a lie on her part! It was all a lie!

Kris Cruise: Now what? Where do we go from here!?

[FGA Office]

FGA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Jimmy Page vs. Riley Owens

Kris Cruise: Here we are, Stephy! It’s time for arguably the most anticipated match on this show! It’s time for Jimmy Page to defend his FGA World Championship against Riley Owens!

Stephy Auger: Rileys going to have this crowd firmly on his side. But that’s nothing new for Jimmy Page. Every arena he walks into, Page is the most hated man there. No one likes him. No one loves him. He is public enemy #1 from show to show and tonight will be no different. Page is used to having his back against the wall. He’s used to having the crowd solidly against him. He’s also used to beating Riley Owens.

Kris Cruise: That’s right. Jimmy Page does indeed have Riley’s number. It’s true that Riley did end his Pride Championship reign back in April. However, Page has defeated Riley twice in their other two meetings. Tonight, Riley could very well take that World Championship from Page, just like he took the Pride Title from him a couple of months back.

Stephy Auger: Riley is as determined and focused as I’ve ever seen him. He just doesn’t want to do this for himself. He wants to do this for his good friend, Cordy Stevenson. He wants to do this for every fan in the arena and FGA as a whole. Riley’s got a ton of heart and a ton of talent. To see his maturation and growth over the past year has been something to see. Tonight could be the feather in his cap. Tonight could also be the night that Jimmy Page knocks him out.

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FGA World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Now residing out of Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 200 pounds… RILEY OWENS!

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

Kris Cruise: You can see the focus in his eyes, Stephy. This man is ready.

Stephy Auger: Riley’s got his eyes on the prize and he’ll be damned if he’s leaving this arena without it.

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

Aldridge: And his opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… FGA World Champion! He is “The King of the F’N World,” JIMMY PAGE!

As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating that deadly red. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise: Page wants the love that Riley gets. He wants the admiration that Riley gets. He can’t wrap his head around how Riley is so beloved when in his mind, they’re one in the same.

Stephy Auger: There are similarities between the two. Riley has touched on those this week. But the difference is that Riley has gone about everything the right way and Page hasn’t.

The bell sounds as both men charge towards the center of the ring.

Kris Cruise: These two aren’t wasting any time!

Owens strikes first, knocking Page down with a flying knee strike to cheers from the crowd. As Page gets back up, Owens runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Page ducks. When Owens turns around, Page nails him with a knee strike that sends him in the air and falling down to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: That hard knee by Page nearly knocked the air right out of Riley!

As Owens gets up on all fours, Page runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Owens gets up, ducks the clotheslines and counters with a saito suplex. He makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Quick nearfall there by Riley. But Page is able to kick out.

Owens immediately mounts himself on top of Page and hammers down with rights and lefts to the face. Page begins to cover up. So Owens reaches over, grabs two handfuls of hair and pulls Page up to his feet. He then begins to deliver several knee strikes to the face. But on the last knee strike, Page catches his knee. He then delivers a double leg pick up, runs and rams Owens back-first into the corner. Page then begins to deliver a series of shoulder thrusts as the crowd boos. But on the last shoulder thrust, Page gets his knee up, driving it right into Page’s chin.

Kris Cruise: That last knee appears to have stunned Page.

Owens positions Page in the corner and nails him with several Muay Thai kicks to the midsection. He then brings Page from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Page holds onto the top rope. So Owens tightens his grip around Page’s wrist and goes for another irish whip. But again, Page holds onto the top rope. So Owens lets go and kicks Page in the midsection. He then takes Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Owens bends over to set up a back body drop. But Page counters with The Paralyzing.

Stephy Auger: Neckbreaker right across the knee. That could be it...

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Owens kicks out.

Page picks up Owens, grabs him by the wrist with one hand and knocks him down with a knife-edge chop using the other. But Page never lets go of Owens’ left wrist. So he yanks Owens back up by the wrist, only to knock him back down with another chop. Page then yanks Owens back up, only to knock him back down with another chop. After yanking Owens back up to his feet, Page wrings his arm before going for a short-arm clothesline. But Owens ducks, floats over across Page’s back and brings him down with a crucifix pin.

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Page escapes the pin.

Stephy Auger: Riley nearly snuck away with the title there.

Both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet. But Owens gets up first and beats him to the punch with a rolling solebutt to the midsection, doubling Page over. He then grabs Page by the arm, steps over and applies a rolling cross armbar. The crowd cheers as Owens pulls back, trying his hardest to break Page’s arm.

Kris Cruise: He’s got the armbar applied!

Stephy Auger: Riley could break his arm at any second!

Page can be heard screaming in pain as Owens tries to break his arm. The ref kneels down and asks im if he wants to give up. But Page won’t quit. He then rolls over into a pinning combination.

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Owens uses his leg strength to push Page back down onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Not so fast, Page!

Stephy Auger: Riley brings Page right back down to the canvas!

Owens repeatedly pulls back, trying to snap Page’s arm in two. But Page keeps his hands clasped for dear life.

Kris Cruise: Page is trying his hardest not to allow Riley to hyperextend that arm.

Stephy Auger: Page needs to find his way out of this and quick!

The ref asks Page if he wants to give up. But again, Page refuses to quit. He then rolls back over into a pinning combination.

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Owens uses his leg strength to push Page back down to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Riley will not allow Page to escape!

Page tries to keep his hands locked. But the more Owens pulls back, the more he loses his grip. Panicking, Page reaches out with his right leg. But he’s not quite near the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Page tries to stretch his foot over towards the ropes. But he’s not quite there!

Owens continues to try and snap Page’s arm in two. The ref asks Page if he wants to give up. Page closes his eyes as he grits his teeth in pain. He then tries to squirm over the best he can and reach out with his right foot. While he doesn’t get it on the bottom rope, he’s able to get the tip of his boot just underneath the bottom rope. And thats enough for the ref to start a five count, causing the crowd to boo.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Owens reluctantly lets go.

Stephy Auger: Page is lucky he was able to get that rope break. I’m not sure how much longer he would’ve lasted in that hold.

As Page gets back up to his feet, Owens nails him with a shoot kick to the side of the arm. He then follows up with a front kick to the shoulder. Owens sizes him up before delivering another stinging shoot kick to the arm, followed by a front kick to the shoulder.

Stephy Auger: My goodness, do you hear the thuds from those kicks?

Owens rattles off three shoots kicks to the arm, followed by a front kick to the shoulder that sends Page stumbling back into the corner. As Owens marches over into the corner, Page lunges out and nails him with a cross chop to the throat, resulting in boos from the crowd. While Riley clutches his neck, Page immediately grabs his left arm. He then reaches out, grabs Owens and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Owens around, Page uses his right arm to rattle off a series of stinging knife-edge chops.

Kris Cruise: Look at the welts that are starting to form on Riley’s chest!

Stephy Auger: Page is turning his chest into raw meat!

Page then lunges forward, grabbing onto Riley’s throat and choking him as he leans forward. The crowd boos while Riley tries to pull Page’s hand from around his throat. But it’s to no avail. The ref then gets in and gives Page until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page gladly lets go… only to sock Owens right a straight right to the jaw.

Kris Cruise: What a sucker punch!

Stephy Auger: And Riley looks rocked!

Owens begins to stumble out of the corner. But Page is far from down. So he takes Owens and hurls him back into the corner. Page then goes back over, sizes up Owens and nails him with a stiff forearm shot, followed by an elbow strike. Page then deliver another forearm shot, followed by an elbow strike. Page then delivers a series of forearm shots and elbow strikes that pick up in speed and intensity. Once Page is done with his assault on Owens, Owens has slumped down in the corner. Page then reaches down, presses his foot across Owens’ throat and chokes him as he pulls down on the top rope with his right arm.

Ref: ONE…. TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page lets go so he can run into the ropes. When Page comes back, he connects with a running knee facewash. He then drags Owens from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Owens uses his right arm. After clutching the back of Owens’ neck, Page lunges forward and blasts him with a head butt to the bridge of the nose. The strike sends Owens stumbling back into the ropes. But Owens bounces off the ropes and comes back with a forearm strike. Page then lunges forward again, nailing Owens with a headbutt that sends him stumbling back. But once again, Owens bounces off the ropes, comes back and connects with another forearm strike. Page lunges forward with another headbutt. But Owens knows it’s coming, so he greets the headbutt with a forearm strike. Owens then nails Page with another forearm… and another… and another. While Page is dazed, Owens runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Page goes for Sole Destruction. But Owens catches his foot.

Stephy Auger: Not so fast, Page!

Owens then wags his finger at Page as Page takes wild swipes as him. He then turns Page around, grabs him from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex to cheers from the crowd. Owens turns him over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his good shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Page just got dropped right on the back of his neck! yet somehow, he got his shoulder up!

Owens picks up Page, hammerlocks his arm from behind and delivers a hammerlock belly to back suplex. Page immediately sits up and clutches his left arm in pain. But Owens runs into the ropes, comes back and connects with a running soccer kick to the arm, knocking Page down flush against the canvas. He immediately drops down and makes the cover.

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Page gets his good shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Riley just kicked the hell out of that arm! I’m surprised the arm is still attached at this point.

Owens then presses his good shoulder down, keylocks it and makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Owens keylocks his good arm again, makes the cover and hooks one of Page’s legs with one of his own.

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Page is forced to raise his bad shoulder off the canvas.

Owens picks up Page and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then connects with a jumping knee strike, sending Page stumbling into the ropes. Owens then runs into the opposite set of ropes. When Owens comes back, Page comes off the ropes and connects with a front kick to the face. Owens stumbles back, only to come back and connect with a hard forearm strike. Page appears dazed, only to quickly nail Owens with an Aneurysm that knocks him down.

Stephy Auger: Gamengiri by Page knocked down Riley! This could be it...

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Owens and whips him into the ropes. When Owens comes back, Page bends over and sets up a back body drop. But Owens counters with a stiff kick to the left shoulder. Page immediately stumbles back as he clutches his left shoulder. Owens then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Page knocks him down with Sole Destruction.

Kris Cruise: Riley just got clobbered with that dicus big boot to the face!

Stephy Auger: Page goes for the cover!

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Owens gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Riley looked like he got rocked with that boot. But he still had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up.

Page picks up Owens and goes for an irish whip. But Owens reverses, sending Page into the corner. Owens then runs across the ring and connects with a flying forearm strike. He then steps back and delivers a series of alternating shoot kicks to the chest and face. Owens follows up with a series of forearm strikes that pick up in speed and intensity.

Kris Cruise: Look at Riley go!

Stephy Auger: He isn’t holding anything back! But I think he’s starting to tire himself out!

Owens appears to slow down… only to pick back up with the speed of the forearm strikes. As Page continues to get clobbered by the forearms, he slowly slumps down in the corner. Once Owens is down, Page shouts at him, daring him to nail him again. So Owens obliges, lunging down and cracking Page across the jaw with a forearm strike. Page then turns to Owens and spits his bloody saliva at Owens.

Stephy Auger: Oh boy...

Owens responds with a series of stomps to the face that leave Page dazed in the corner. As Owens marches across the ring, a closeup of Page reveals him bleeding from the mouth.

Kris Cruise: Those blows did some damage as Page’s lip has been busted open.

After sizing up Page, Owens runs across the ring, leaps up and delivers a corner dropkick. The momentum behind the move sends Page’s head snapping back. But Owens isn’t done. He walks across the ring and holds his index finger in the air. After turning on a dime, Owens charges back across the ring, jumps up and delivers a corner dropkick. This time, Page is sent over the bottom rope and onto the apron.

Kris Cruise: Did you see the way his head snapped back again!?

Stephy Auger: I’d be surprised if Page even knew where he was right now.

Owens steps out onto the apron. He then lifts him up, drops off and plants Page on the apron with a brainbuster. The crowd explodes in cheers as Page’s limp body lays curled up on the apron.

Kris Cruise: My God! Page has just been planted head-first onto the apron with that brainbuster!

Stephy Auger: His body isn’t even moving, Kris! I think he’s done!

Page’s body slowly tilts over and drops to the floor. Owens quickly picks Page back up, rolls him into the ring, rolls himself back in, drags Page away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up. The crowd lets out a collective disappointed sigh.

Owens picks up Page, places him in a cravat and delivers a series of knee strikes to the head. He follows up with a cravat suplex to cheers from the crowd. Owens then turns over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Owens picks up a groggy Page and delivers a series of alternating forearm strikes to the jaw, followed by a spinning backfist that knocks Page down to one knee. Owens then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he blasts Page in the face with the Cyclone Kill.

Kris Cruise:

Stephy Auger: Riley with a discus big boot of his own! He goes for the cover!

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How is he doing this?

Stephy Auger: And Riley hits really, really hard, too! I don’t know how he’s about to keep getting his shoulder up.

Owens slowly picks up Page and then whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Owens swings his arm around him and applies a sleeper hold.

Kris Cruise: Riley with the sleeper! It may be time to put the champ to bed!

Owens tries to hoist him up for a sleeper suplex, but Page blocks the move. Page can be seen frantically swinging his arms around. But he’s nowhere near the ropes. Meanwhile, Owens cinches in the hold.

Stephy Auger: Oh, I think Riley’s got it really locked in now!

The ref goes over and asks Page if he wants to give up. When he sees the ref within reaching distance, Page grabs the ref by his shirt and yanks him close to him.

Kris Cruise: What is Page doing!?

While the ref is trying to free himself from Page’s grip, Page nails Owens with a mule kick. The crowd erupts in boos as Owens lets go of the hold.

Stephy Auger: Low blow!

Owens closes his eyes as his mouth is wide open. He then slowly falls down to the canvas, clutching his privates as he curls up in immense pain.

Kris Cruise: Low blow by Jimmy Page!

Stephy Auger: That’s not right! He should be disqualified!

Once the ref sees Owens down, he looks over at Page and demands to know if Page low blowed him. When Page swears that he didn’t, the crowd erupts is boos.

Stephy Auger: Page is lying right to the ref’s face! He knows he blatantly low blowed Riley!

As Owens tries to sit up, Page goes over and delivers a stomp to his face that knocks him down. Owens then turns to his left and tries to get up on all fours. But Page goes over and delivers a jumping stomp to the back of the head, knocking Owens back down. But he won’t stay down. Owens then pushes himself back up onto all fours. But Page nails him with a kick to the ribs, knocking Owens under the bottom rope and onto the apron.

As Owens pulls himself up using the ropes, Page steps out onto the apron. He then approaches Owens from behind and punches him in the back of the head, dropping Owens down to one knee. Owens tries to shake off the blow as he pulls himself back up. But Page nails him with another punch to the back of the head. He then grabs Owens from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Riley Owens nearly got dropped on his head after that suplex from Jimmy Page!

Stephy Auger: Is he okay!?

Page picks up Owens and rolls him back into the ring. After he rolls himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Owens gets his foot on the bottom rope as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Kris Cruise: Riley with a great display of ring awareness there!

Page picks up Owens, brings him away from the ropes and delivers The Paralyzing.

Stephy Auger: Another neckbreaker across the knee by Page!

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Again, Riley refuses to stay down!

Page picks up Owens and lifts him up for a turnbuckle powerbomb. But Owens repeatedly nails Page with elbows to the top of the head. He then slips down in front of Page and connects with a high roundhouse, sending Page down to one knee. Owens then reaches down, brings Page back to his feet, lifts him up and plants him with another brainbuster.

Kris Cruise: Owens just planted Page with another brainbuster!

Stephy Auger: Is the second time the charm…!?


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Page gets his shoulder up. The crowd then lets out a collective disappointed sigh.

Kris Cruise: Page was less than a second away from losing his title!

Stephy Auger: But he was able to get his shoulder up just at the right time!

Owens picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Owens grabs him and delivers a wrist-clutch exploder suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Owens picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Owens into the corner. Page then runs over and goes for a yakuza kick in the corner. But Owens steps out, catches Page and delivers a capture suplexes into the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd. After Page lands on his head, Owens drags him from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: I thought Page was done at least three times by now. Unbelievable!

Owens picks Page and grabs him from behind. He goes for a German Suplex. But Page blocks it. Page then repeatedly nails him in the face with his elbow. Once the hold is broken, Page turns around and tries to catch Owens with the Concussion. But Owens ducks. When Page turns around, Owens delivers another front kick to the left shoulder, followed by a forearm strike that knocks him down. Owens reaches down, brings Page back up to his feet and lifts him up for a third brainbuster. But Page slips down from behind. He then shoves Owens into the ropes. When Owens comes back, Page scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He then picks Owens back up, hooks his arms and delivers a double underhook suplex. He heads over and makes the cover.

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

As Page slowly picks up Owens, Owens nails him with a series of elbows to the midsection. After a forearm strike to the face that sends Page stumbling back, Owens runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Page delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Riley got throws down hard across Page’s knee that the tilt-a-whirl. But he still got his shoulder up!

Page picks up Owens, throws him down with a scoop slam and follows up with repeated knee drops across the face. He then sits up Owens and tries to rip his mouth apart with a fish hook. The crowd boos as Riley can be heard screaming in pain.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page lets go. He then follows up with a stiff kick to the back that knocks over Owens.

Page reaches down and slowly brings Owens back. After a knee strike doubles him over, Page hoists up Owens, runs and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb. Owens bounces off the turnbuckles and crumbles to the canvas.

Owens slowly turns over and gets up on all fours. Page slowly stalks him from behind, waiting for his perfect opportunity to strike. Once Owens gets up on one knee, page runs over and blasts him in the back of the head with Trauma Symphony.

Kris Cruise: Running knee to the back of the head by Page!

Stephy Auger: Riley might be out cold!


Page reaches down, pulls up a limp Owens from behind and wraps his arms around his midsection. He then goes for the Concussion~Grade III. But Owens ducks and counters with the Ripcord Lariat. Owens immediately drops down on all fours as the crowd cheers.

Kris Cruise: What a counter by Riley!

Stephy Auger: But Riley may not have the energy to make the cover!

Owens gets up to his feet and slowly picks up Page. After a series of alternating forearm strikes to the face, Owens follows up with a rolling solebutt to the midsection, doubling him over. He then hoists up Page across his shoulders and delivers a double knee gutbuster. While Page is down on all fours, Owens stands over him, wraps his arms around his waist and delivers an Everest German Suplex to cheers from the crowd.

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Page turns over to get his shoulder up. But Owens turns right over with him. Without letting go, Owens pulls Page back up to his feet, hooks his arm around his neck and delivers a Sleeper Suplex.

Kris Cruise: Page just got dropped on his head!

Owens turns over and gets up on all fours. He barks at Page, shouting at him to get up. A groggy Page tries to push himself up off the canvas, but he collapses onto the mat.

Stephy Auger: Page is out!

After placing his palms down on the canvas, Page slowly pushes himself up on all fours. Once he’s in position, Owens springs to his feet and throws out Unnecessary Roughness. But Page moves out of the way. When Owens turns around, Page gets up and throws out the Concussion. But Owens counters with a front kick to the forearm. He follows up with a rolling elbow of his own that takes them both down. Owens reaches over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Riley nails Page right across the face with the rolling elbow. But again, Page gets his shoulder up!

Owens picks up Page, nails him with a series of alternating forearm strikes to the jaw and follows up with a spinning back fist. He then follows that up with a rolling elbow that knocks Page down to one knee. Owens then picks him up before nailing Page with several shoot kicks to the chest. He then follows up with a shoot kick to the back of the head, sending Page face-first onto the canvas. Owens reaches down, lifts Page back up and delivers another shoot kick to the back of the head. After Page falls face-first onto the canvas again, Owens lifts him back up and runs into the ropes. When Owens comes back, he throws out Unnecessary Roughness. But Page catches his leg. Page gets back up to his feet, but Owens counters with an enzuigiri that sends him flipping down to the canvas.

Stephy Auger: Page took his sweet time and Riley made him pay!

As Page slowly turns over, Owens runs into the ropes. When Owens comes back, lunges up and turns him inside out with a lariat.

Kris Cruise: Riley got caught with that lariat and now Page makes the cover...

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Owens gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Page picks up Owens, rattles of five jabs and rocks him with a straight right to the jaw. Riley then shakes off the blows and follows up with a shoot kick to the thigh. Page then delivers another straight right to the jaw. Riley stumbles back a little. He then shakes it off, comes back and delivers another shoot kick to the thigh. Page then throws out another right, but Owens ducks and follows up with a shoot kick to the thigh. Owens then connects with another… and another… and another. He then steps back and throws out a front kick. But Page catches his foot, yanks Owens over towards him and knocks him down with a lariat. He makes the cover.

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Owens gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Page knocks him down with another lariat but again, Riley gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Owens and whips him into the corner. Page charges into the corner. But Owens nails him with an elbow to the face. As Page stumbles back, Owens charges from out of the corner. But Page ducks, delivers a double leg pick-up and rams him back-first into the corner. Page then unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the body, followed by an elbow strike to the face. He then takes Owens and whips him into the opposite corner. Page sizes him up before charging across the ring and connecting with a yakuza kick.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that kick!?

Stephy Auger: It sounded like a gun just went off!

Page takes Owens and whips him back into the previous corner. He then runs across the ring, leaps up and connects with a flying forearm strike. Page then leads a groggy Owens from out of the corner, hoists him up and throws him down with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb.

Kris Cruise: That’s gotta be it right there!


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Owens gets his shoulder up to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: These two are throwing literally everything at each other! What is it going to take for one of them to get the three count!?

Page picks up Owens and positions him for Nirvana. But Owens rolls out of it and shoves Page into the ropes. When Page comes back, Owens goes for a rolling elbow. But Page kicks the forearm out of the way and follows up with the Aneurysm. While Owens is rocked, Page grabs him from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex. He makes the cover.

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Owens gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Riley somehow got his shoulder up after all of that!

Stephy Auger: He’s come to far to go home empty handed!


Page picks up Owens, hammers him with rapid forearm strikes to the face, steps back and throws out the Concussion. But Owens ducks, floats across his back and goes for a crucifix pin. But Page counters with a Samoan Drop. Page picks up Owens, grabs him from behind and goes for the Concussion~Grade III. But Owens ducks, grabs him from behind and hits a release tiger suplex.

Kris Cruise: Page is once again dropped on the back of his head!

As Page slowly gets up, owens runs over and connects with Unnecessary Roughness as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Kris Cruise: There it is! Unnecessary Roughness!

Stephy Auger: This could be it!


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The ref points over to Page’s right foot, which is underneath the bottom rope. The crowd lets out a sigh.

Kris Cruise: What!? How!?

Stephy Auger: I think when Riley kicked Page, Page’s momentum turned him over towards the ropes.

Owens quickly pulls Page away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Owens picks up Page and throws him down with a snapmare before running back into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for Unnecessary Roughness. But Page rolls out of the way. When Owens turns around, Page gets up and goes for Sole Destruction. But Owens catches his foot. He then spins Page away from him. But Page uses that momentum to come back and clocks Owens with the Concussion.

Kris Cruise: My God did you hear that rolling elbow!?

Stephy Auger: How could I not!?

Page follows up by driving Owens face-first into the canvas with Nirvana. Page then reaches down, picks up Owens, grabs him from behind and connects with the Concussion~Grade III to boos and jeers from the crowd. After Owens collapses to the canvas, Page drops down onto his knees and falls on top of Owens, making the cover.

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J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and STILL the FGA World Champion, JIMMY PAGE!

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

The ref goes over and drapes the belt across Page’s chest.

Kris Cruise: What a match! Those two went out there and hit each other with everything! Everything!

Stephy Auger: I thought Riley had him! I thought Riley had him beat so many times in that match. but Page kept kicking out just at the last second!

Kris Cruise: Riley gave one hell of an effort! He went out there and left it all in the ring! But tonight was not his night!

Stephy Auger: What happens now? Page has beaten Harter. He’s beaten Stevenson. He’s beaten Owens. He’s beaten countless others. Is there anyone out there that can stop Page?

[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]

MAIN EVENT
Dog Collar Match
Dom Harter vs. Malcolm Drake

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Dog Collar Match!

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada …weighing in at 238 pounds … he is ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ DOM HARTER!

The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in the Hammerstein Ballroom. Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it. ‘Low Self Opinion’ begins to die down, fading to silence as the crowd fall into an awed quiet. Harter turns his attention to the aisle, waiting patiently in the center of the ring for this...

Stephy Auger: And tonight it all comes down to this. Former best friends turned bitter rivals. Kris, these two men almost killed each other two months ago at Capital Combat, I can’t imagine what else they can do to each other tonight.

Kris Cruise: You’re absolutely right, Stephy. These men hate each other and they pushed each other to the absolute limit last time. But this is a dog collar match; one of the most vicious and barbaric matches professional wrestling has to offer. I can only imagine this match will NOT be for the faint of heart.

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain to a wall of cheers. The sound within the Hammerstein Ballroom is practically deafening as Drake emerges with the dog collar already around his own neck and the fifteen feet of chain dragging behind him. He makes his way to the ring, but instead of sliding under the bottom rope, as he normally does, Drake takes a few moments to circle the ring keeping his eyes fixed on Harter.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts … weighing in at 190 pounds … he is MALCOLM DRAAAAKE!

Stephy Auger: Malcolm Drake stated in the run up to this match that he needed to end this blood feud with Dom Harter here tonight. And his level of stoicism looks like he’s come out here for a funeral.

Kris Cruise: The only question left is will it be Harter’s funeral or his own?

Drake finally walks up the steel steps and climbs in through the middle ropes, his eyes fixed on the imposing figure of The Tenacious Little Bastard standing before him.The two men standing mere inches apart; the trash talk begins between the pair of them. Drake points out towards the crowd, warranting a pop from the New York fans, but neither man looks away from the other. Harter makes a cutthroat motion, as the referee approaches, walking up to Drake and asking for the other end of the chain with Harter’s collar attached. Drake obliges, offering up the other collar, but not before offering Harter a handshake. Harter, disgusted, simply spits on the canvas as the referee begins placing the collar around the neck of Dom Harter, fastening it tightly. A brief “Malcom Drake!” chant starts up before the referee finally calls for the opening bell.

Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy. Perhaps one of the biggest matches of year; a match I’ve been looking forward to for the last month. Harter vs. Drake II!

Stephy Auger: No titles on the line in this one. Just two men who have every intention of ending their rivalry once and for all.

Kris Cruise: Like Harter asked earlier on Twitter, Stephy: who ever thought The Murder would end up like this?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, Kris. There was a time when they seemed unstoppable, like they would be together until the end of time … but now we’re here. And only one man will walk away from this with their head held high, I promise you that.

The chants for Malcolm Drake start up, causing a distracted Harter to glare out at the audience - albeit only momentarily - allowing Drake to gain the upper hand as he fires off the first punch! But Harter replies in kind, landing a stiff looking hook to the jaw of Malcolm Drake. Unphased, Drake shoots off a hook of his own as the two men begin to brawl in the center of the ring; neither of them seeming to gain the advantage until Drake manages to land a succession of blows. He slowly but surely starts to push Harter back towards the corner, only for Harter to block a hook and throw Drake back first against the turnbuckle. Hurriedly, he wraps the chain around his fist and strikes Drake against the temple.

Stephy Auger: That didn’t take long before someone utilised the chain as a weapon.

Harter grimaces and unwraps the chain from around his fist before going back to the striking game, keeping Drake in the corner as he unleashes several more shots. The referee watches on, unable to intervene due to the lack of disqualifications in this type of match. Harter backs up, using the chain to drag Drake out of the corner and straight into a spinebuster; he lands across the steel chain, causing some additional damage before Harter assumes the mounted position, wailing away on Drake with more stiff right hands. Malcolm puts his hands up to protect himself, but Dom is relentless in his attack.

Kris Cruise: Harter looks like a man possessed in that ring, Stephy.

Drake grabs hold of the chain and uses it to whip his opponent; Harter takes the brunt of the impact across his hip, before Drake swings again. Once again the chain lands with a thwap against the flesh of Harter’s waist, forcing him to roll off and away to one side. Both competitors scramble back to their feet, although it’s Drake who is slightly quicker to regain his vertical base and he’s ready for Dom. Drake charges in, both hands clasped around the steel chain as he uses it to essentially clothesline Harter, but The Tenacious Little Bastard gets right back up again. Another modified clothesline takes him back down and this time he tries to roll away under the bottom rope…

Kris Cruise: I think Dom Harter has forgotten something…

Stephy Auger: There’s no running away tonight.

Drake pulls on the chain, yanking Harter back towards the ring - but Dom manages to put on the brakes. With one foot against the apron, Harter manages to gain a hold of the chain as he also begins to pull Drake towards the ropes. The fifteen foot of chain getting shorter and shorter as Drake is edging towards the ropes before he seems to finally relent, only to switch it up with a baseball slide that catches Dom by surprise, sending The Tenacious Little Bastard hurtling backwards against the guard rail. He does his best not to howl in agony as his hip hits the unforgiving steel, but he has very little time to act on anything before he spots Malcolm Drake standing on the apron. The chain wrapped around his fists as he leaps with a double axhandle smash, bringing his fists down across the forehead of Dom Harter!

Harter falls to the floor as Drake takes a moment to unwrap the chain from around his fists; the nearby fans reaching over to try and help, but only serve to hinder Drake is freeing himself of the steel bindings. As he finally does so, Harter is already sitting up as Drake viciously kicks him across the chest. And a second time. The fans cheering each time the dull thwack sounds out, which is plenty as Drake takes out some pent up frustrations; Harter’s chest is lit up by the time the sixth kick lands and Drake takes a step back to catch his breath.

Stephy Auger: Some vicious kicks from Malcolm Drake, trying to knock the wind out of his opponent.

Kris Cruise: Well he seems to have done that alright. Harter is gasping for air right now.

Drake wraps the chain around his fist once again as he approaches his rising opponent, but Harter is ready for him - a sudden yank on the chain brings Drake forward, legs and abdomen first against the guard rail. And Dom is on him, the chain quickly wrapped around the throat of Malcolm Drake as the former head crow realizes what’s about to happen. A panic stricken look on his face as the chain begins to tighten, restricting the blood flow to the brain. Drake grasps at the links against his throat, but he can’t loosen it - until he pushes both himself and Harter backwards! Dom slams back first against the ring apron, forcing him to release his grip on the chain.

Stephy Auger: Malcolm Drake getting out of that dangerous position out of sheer instinct there.

Drake stumbles away, gasping for air as he stands a few feet away from his opponent, doubled over. Harter pushes himself back to a vertical base, using the ring apron to prop himself up as he looks to be in some discomfort. He’s limping somewhat as he grabs a length of chain up and swiftly brings it down across the back of Malcolm Drake! A howl of pain can be heard throughout the Hammerstein Ballroom as Harter whips him again. Malcolm backs away, his back arched in pain, but there’s no time to relax as Harter charges at him - shoulder up into the midsection - as the two men crash into the steel steps!

Kris Cruise: Oh dear God! Did you hear that impact there, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: Everybody heard that sickening thud as Drake hit the steps back first, and I think Harter may have hit his head as well. Neither man is moving here.

The crowd rallies behind Drake, urging him to try and get back to his feet, as both men begin to stir. They’re slow to get back to their feet, but Drake is first to regain his vertical base. He’s staggering slightly, and using this brief moment of reprieve to wrap the chain around his arm. Harter stands back up, using the ring apron for assistance as Drake approaches and delivers a chain-assisted forearm smash that knocks Harter back down. Drake follows up by wrapping the chain around Harter’s neck and lifts him to right back to his feet before tossing Harter into the barricade, back-first, using the chain around his throat for leverage. Harter hits the barricade with a thud, grasping at his hip and lower back in pain. Drake scurries over to follow up, wrapping the chain around his fist and strikes Harter just above the eye.

Stephy Auger: Has that busted Dom Harter open, Kris!?

Kris Cruise: In a match such as this it’s only a matter of time, but we haven’t hit that moment yet!

Drake stands back and runs a hand through his hair as he stares down at his opponent, the bruising beginning to flare up on Harter’s face around that eye. The Tenacious Little Bastard grabs desperately at the guard rail, using it to stand back up again as Drake grabs him by the hair and pants and rolls Dom back into the ring before following him in. Harter stumbles as he tries to stand up; Drake standing behind him, lying in wait for Harter to turn around - ACE CRUSHER! Harter driven face first into the steel chain on the mat before Drake rolls him over and hooks the leg!

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Kris Cruise: So close to the three count there, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Neither man is going to give this one up easily, Kris.

Malcolm Drake looks towards the official, who insists that it was only a two count. Undeterred, Drake stands back and drags Dom back to his feet, pushing him towards the corner. The crowd whoo as Drake lands a vicious knife edge chop to the chest; the sound echoing throughout the arena before Drake lands a second chop. And a third and suddenly the chops are becoming rapid fire, Harter howling in pain all the while!

Drake takes a few steps back; the adrenaline clearly rushing through his veins as he takes a moment to pose for his adoring fans before charging towards the corner for a running forearm smash - but Harter dodges the attack! Drake hits the turnbuckle chest first and staggers backwards, into the waiting arms of Dom Harter! An inverted facelock is applied before Dom lifts Drake up and drops him with an reverse implant DDT! The crowd falling silent as Harter drapes an arm across the chest.

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Stephy Auger: So close! His head bounced off the steel chain, but Malcolm Drake is still in this match.

Harter looks towards the referee in shock, claiming a slow count, but the official insists it was fair. Exasperated, Dom runs his hand through his hair as he slowly gets back to his feet, hobbling slightly as he does so. Drake rolls onto his front and pushes himself upwards, trying to regain his footing. As he watches his opponent staggering, Harter wraps the chain around his forearm as he goes for a lariat - DUCKED! Instinctively, Drake avoids the attack and sets off against the ropes. He comes back with a lariat of his own - NO! Harter ducks and dives around the back to deliver a low blow with his forearm wrapped in the chain! Drake collapses to his knees as the fans can see the pain etched on his face. But Harter just smirks as he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

Stephy Auger: What a cheap shot from Dom Harter! And what is he doing now?

Kris Cruise: Is he wrapping the chain around his knee?

Drake is struggling to get back to his feet as Harter is fastening the chain around his right knee and lower thigh. Malcolm manages to stand, albeit doubled over in agony as Harter charges in, driving that knee right up into the face of Malcolm Drake! The crowd boo and jeer as Harter limps away from the scene to unwrap the chain; Drake has collapsed backwards in the meantime, a stream of blood beginning to flow from above one eye. Harter sees the crimson mask beginning to form and he smirks to himself.

He stands over the prone Drake, one leg either side and begins to berate his former mentor.

Dom Harter: Bleed for me, you bastard. BLEED FOR ME!

Kris Cruise: That’s just poor sportsmanship.

Stephy Auger: What did you expect from Dom Harter?

The Tenacious Little Bastard begins to stomp away at the forehead of his opponent, trying to widen that cut further. He even drags Malcolm up to a kneeling position and proceeds to punch at the wound; the blood beginning to flow freely as Drake is dragged to his feet by a handful of hair. Drake is soon lifted up onto the shoulders of Dom Harter as the former World champion parades around the ring, gloating to the fans that he’s going to finish their new idol - but he takes too long! Drake manages to slip down the back before he yanks on the chain, bringing Harter in close for a lariat! The crowd burst into a cheer as Drake staggers. Harter appears dazed, stumbling towards the corner as he props himself up against the turnbuckles.

Sensing an opportunity, Drake rushes at him, going for the Yakuza kick in the corner - but Harter dives out of the way! And Drake crotches himself on the top rope. With his opponent hung up, Harter slips out from behind and wraps the chain around the neck of Malcolm Drake. A sick smirk on his face as the third loop around is made and Harter pushes Drake over the top rope. He lands on the apron, but Harter kicks his feet out from under him as Drake suddenly finds himself suspended in the air - the chain not being long enough for Drake to hit the floor! Harter uses his weight advantage, and with both feet on the bottom turnbuckle holding the weight of Drake off the floor, leaving him dangling with the dog collar choking him around the neck!

Stephy Auger: He’s hanging him! Harter is hanging him!

Kris Cruise: Somebody stop him! He’s going to kill Malcolm Drake!

Drake’s legs are kicking frantically, inches above the ground as he struggles in vain to relieve the stranglehold of the chain around his neck. Drake’s hands clawing frantically at the chain as his face starts to turn purple. The crowd have fallen deathly silent as those in the first few rows can see the life beginning to drain from the face of Malcolm Drake. Harter has his legsplanted firmly on the bottom turnbuckle as he yanks back. The referee slides out of the ring to see if Drake will submit, but he refuses. Drake’s face is almost blue and his writhing is slowly becoming less frantic.

Kris Cruise: I can’t believe what we’re witnessing here, Stephy...

Harter releases his grip as Drake crumbles into a heap on the outside. More officials begin to run down the aisle as the official on duty enters the ring, blocking Harter from making a move. The crowd, still silent as officials and medics tend to Malcolm Drake.

Stephy Auger: Is he … is he still alive?

Harter tries to leave the ring, but the referee stops him, urging him to stay back as, on the outside of the ring, Malcolm Drake is still yet to move. One emotional fan in the front row has begun to cry as he looks down at Drake’s motionless body and the surrounding group of medics.

Stephy Auger: Wait!

There’s movement! The sea of referees parts as we see Malcolm Drake sit up, the color slowly returning to his face as the medic continues to check on him, making sure he’s fit to continue. The blood is still trickling from that wound on his forehead, but Drake is alive and well and he’s assuring the medics and officials that he wants to continue. The crowd erupt in cheers as he stands up, but the cheers are short lived as Harter rolls out under the bottom rope. He pushes the officials out of the way and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Malcolm Drake, sending him staggering forward before Drake gets thrown angrily against the steel guard rail! And then Harter starts tearing at the floor mats around the ring, protecting the concrete floor.

Kris Cruise: He’s just tried to choke the life out of him and now he’s going to do what?! Drive him headfirst into the concrete?

Stephy Auger: This doesn’t bode well for Malcolm Drake...

Harter succeeds in tearing off one of the mats, exposing the hard floor beneath. He gleefully tosses the mat aside as he eyes the downed Drake. Harter takes some of the extra length of chain and begins wrapping it around his right foot before delivering a punt kick with the chained foot to Drake’s ribs. The already short-of-breath Drake starts hacking, coughing, and gasping desperately for air. With the scent of blood in his nose, Harter circles his prey, noticeably limping, before he pulls Drake back up; Drake’s body hanging heavy and almost lifeless as Harter tries to lift him. A persistent Harter pulls Drake between his legs, standing ominously over the exposed floor as he looks out at the crowd. Everybody in the Hammerstein Ballroom is booing vehemently, cursing the name of Dom Harter as he cinches up Drake around the waist and lifts him for a piledriver, but Drake kicks his legs to try and block it. The crowd comes to life, willing Malcolm out to avoid the piledriver. Harter tries again, but again Drake blocks to a round of cheers from the crowd. Harter tries a third time, but Drake reverses it into a back-body drop! Harter’s back lands squarely on the concrete floor and the crowd erupts in cheers. Drake collapses in exhaustion next to Harter on the floor.

Kris Cruise: Backfired! Harter trying to inflict more pain on his opponent, but Malcolm Drake reversing to send the former World champion crashing back first against the concrete floor.

Stephy Auger: And you have to think Malcolm Drake may have just saved himself there, Kris. I’m not sure how much he can have left after being hanged like that, but there was enough left in the tank for that back body drop.

Harter squirms in pain, clutching at his hip as he uses the guard rail to try and bring himself back to an upright position. Both men are slow to get back to their feet, but Drake staggers up first and drops Harter back down with a forearm smash. He follows up by wrapping the chain around Harter’s throat and lifts him up to his feet, tossing Harter back into the barricade, using the chain for leverage. Harter slams into the barricade back first and winces in pain. But a relentless Malcolm Drake crawls over to his opponent, wrapping the chain around his fist as he begins raining down blows on Harter’s forehead.

Drake finally eases up, standing over his downed foe to a cheer from the crowd. His face may be covered with his own blood, but Malcolm Drake is standing tall right now. He gets Harter back to his feet and rolls the Tenacious Little Bastard back into the ring, crawling in after him. Drake whips Harter the short distance to the corner and follows up with a stiff Yakuza kick! Harter stumbles out of corner, staggering a few steps before he collapses in a heap on the mat.

Stephy Auger: How the tide has turned here; now Malcolm Drake is firmly in the driver’s seat.

Drake starts unravelling as much of the chain as he can get and begins a slow climb to the top rope. The crowd urging him on as a weary Drake gradually ascends to the top, steadying himself for the Mors Vincit elbow drop…

Stephy Auger: No!

But Harter yanks the chain, pulling Drake off the top rope! He flips through the air and lands squarely on his back in the center of the ring with a resounding thud!

Kris Cruise: Harter may have been playing possum there, waiting for Drake to put himself in danger before pulling him from top rope.

Stephy Auger: Either way, Drake is in a bad way after that fall.

Harter slowly but surely drags himself to where Malcolm is writhing in pain, hooking a leg as he goes for the cover.

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Drake kicks out at two. Harter slowly gets up and puts the boots to Drake before grabbing him by the collar, lifting him to his feet. A swift knee to the gut double Drake over and Dom immediately hooks both of his opponent’s arms… Spin the Black Circle! Harter drives Drake’s head right into the mat. Harter follows up with the pin, hooking the leg!

Kris Cruise: Is this it?!

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Kris Cruise: I thought for a moment that this one was over, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Tremendous ring awareness from Malcolm Drake, knowing exactly where he was in the ring to save himself there.

Drake manages to sneak his foot onto the bottom rope before Harter can get the three count. And as the referee points towards said foot, Harter pounds the mat in frustration! Visibly irate, he emits a guttural howl before kicking the leg that Drake has resting on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Even Dom appears to have thought that was it.

Harter drops down and slips out of the ring, tossing the apron up and rummaging underneath the ring. A few seconds pass before Harter emerges with a steel chair in hand, which he hoists into the air for all to see. The crowd boos loudly and mercilessly, but Harter merely mocks them by knocking the chain against the chair making a metallic clanking noise. He slithers back into the ring as Drake slowly staggers to his feet on weak legs, his face a crimson mask with his dirty-blond hair matted into the crusted blood on his forehead. Harter taps the chair to the canvas, waiting for Drake to turn around. Wearily, Drake turns around as Harter rears back and swings the chair with a merciless fury--but Drake ducks! Harter hits nothing but air, before turning back to find his missed target - and Harter catches a kick from Drake that drives the chair into his face!

Stephy Auger: Turnabout is fair play! Drake suckers in Harter this time and nails a vicious kick!

Kris Cruise: And now Harter is busted open as well.

Stephy Auger: These men know each other so well, they seem to know what the other is going to do before they do it.

Indeed Harter has begun to bleed from a cut right between the eyes, leaving a small pool underneath him as he works his way back to his hands and knees. Drake is shaking out the cobwebs himself, but manages to set up behind Harter. Drake pulls on the chain and spins for a roaring elbow, but Harter hooks Drake’s arm and follows up with a knee to gut, hooking in a pumphandle lock and HITS GOODNIGHT TO THE WORLD!

Harter drops Drake, and rolls over on top for the cover.

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Stephy Auger: WHAT?!!

Kris Cruise: Drake kicks out! Drake kicks out!

Harter is in disbelief, and even the referee can only offer a shrug as Drake lies in the ring, bleeding and gasping for breath, but still in the match. Harter has a look of shock and horror on his face, his hands clasped behind his head as he stares down at the prone body of his former mentor. The crowd, however, is on its feet chanting “MALCOLM DRAKE! MALCOLM DRAKE!” as Harter moves back to his feet, pulling and dumping the length of chain until he tugs Drake up to his knees and finally to his feet. A weary Harter grabs Drake’s arm for another pumphandle lock, but Drake reverses into a wristlock and, our of nowhere, nails the Mors Omnibus! The impact of the lariat nearly turns Harter inside out, twisting him through the air and landing in a pile of chains. The crowd goes nuts but Drake is too gassed to go for the pin.

Stephy Auger: The Mors Omnibus connected! That could be it, Kris!

Kris Cruise: Malcolm Drake just needs to make the cover here.

The crowd is trying their best, trying desperately to will him back to his feet, and Drake is nodding his head feeding off their energy. Slowly but surely, Drake gets back to a vertical base; moments later, Harter, dazed and confused, manages to do the same. The fans in attendance are all on their feet as both men are standing toe-to-toe in the center of the ring with the chain pooled between them. Both men, bloodied and battered, having given their all so far tonight, stare at each other before ripping off vicious rights into each other’s heads. Again, again, again and again until their arms and fists are just violent blurs, colliding with each other’s heads. Slowly both men start to tire. Harter hits a stiff right, to which the crowd boos in response. Drake staggers but comes back with a forearm smash to cheers from the crowd. Harter staggers but responds with a right and more boos. And Drake returns the favor with another elbow. The crowd responding to every strike as Harter retaliates and Drake does again.

Kris Cruise: Both men seem to be fighting on little more than instinct alone at this point.

Stephy Auger: And neither of them is willing to give an inch. They are literally going at each other with everything they have.

Harter swings another right, but Drake ducks! Fireman’s carry into MEMENTO MORI! HE HITS IT! The crowd nearly blows the roof off the Hammerstein Ballroom! Drake slowly inches over, stretching his arm out, and he covers Harter’s chest. The crowd chants in unison...

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Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

The arena falls near silent as Dom Harter manages to get the shoulder up. As the shock slowly begins to wear off, a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant kicks up, but neither man can readily respond to it. The crowd is just a mess of cacophonous noise as both men crawl as far away from each other as the dog collar will allow. They begin to stagger back to their feet, Harter using the ropes to pull himself up and Drake pushing up from both knees to one knee. Both men, struggling with everything they have rise to their feet and turn to face each other again. Harter wraps a chain around his fist, staring daggers at Drake who weakly raises his left arm and motions for Harter to “bring it.” Harter charges… ROARING ELBOW!... BUT HARTER CONNECTS WITH THE CHAINED FIST! BOTH MEN DOWN!

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen… what we’re witnessing here… no commentary could do it justice.

The referee, staring down at both bloodied men on the canvas shakes his head before counting out…

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The crowd erupts into boos immediately. The referee, undeterred, counts again.
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The crowd begins a “Please get up!” chant, but neither man has moved save for the chests heaving for air.
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FIVE!

Stephy Auger: Not like this, this match can’t end like this...

Harter raises an arm and begins to try to roll onto his stomach. Drake looks like he just regained consciousness as his head jolts up and then back down.

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Harter is onto his belly, his hands pressed to the canvas. Drake is still down but he’s blinking and reaching anything to pull himself up.
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Harter’s arms give out and he falls back onto his face. Drake collapses as well. Both men are down.

Kris Cruise: How are they even still moving after all they’ve been through tonight?

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Harter tries again, shoving himself up to his knees. Drake sits up. The crowd roars as there’s still a little life left.
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Harter to a knee, Drake as well.
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TE-NO!!

Stephy Auger: They made it! This match will continue, Kris.

Kris Cruise: Thank God. I’d hate to see this match end in a draw; as both men stated during the week, there has to be a winner here tonight. This rivalry has to end.

Both men will themselves to their feet just before the ten count! And now again stand-off staring at each other in the center of the ring. The canvas is a wash with pools and streaks of blood, painted an entirely new shade by the blood and sweat emptied onto it.

Dom Harter: JUST DIE ALREADY!

Drake offers no verbal response, he only smiles… and then flips Harter the middle-finger.

Kris Cruise: Listen to this crowd as Drake flips the bird to Dom Harter!

Furious at the disrespect, Harter charges at his opponent, lashing out with a lariat--NO! It’s ducked! Harter stops in his tracks and turns around before Drake lifts him into a fireman’s carry! The crowd on their feet as as Malcolm steadies himself, preparing for the MEMENTO MORI!

Stephy Auger: NO! Harter counters!

Harter hooks Drake’s arm and slips off the back. Drake turns and gets caught by a knee lift to the gut, doubling him over. Harter grabs the arm and hooks Malcolm into a pumphandle position! GOODNIGHT TO THE WORLD!!

Kris Cruise: NO!

He took too long; Drake slides off down the back before Harter turns around once more, straight into a MEMENTO MORI!! HE HITS IT!! The crowd erupts, both men down. Drake rolls over, inches toward Harter’s prone body, and drapes his arm across the chest.

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“Man In the Box” begins to play but it is barely audible over the noise from the crowd. For their part, neither Drake nor Harter has moved.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … MALCOLM DRAKE!!!

Kris Cruise: He did it, ladies and gentlemen! Malcolm Drake has beaten his former student right here at Final Frontier!

Stephy Auger: On the biggest stage of them all, Drake dug deep and has managed what many could consider an upset. Regardless, Malcolm Drake has beaten Dom Harter!

The referee kneels by both competitors, unfastening the collars from around their necks as Drake finally begins to to stir. With the crowd chanting his name, Malcolm Drake stands victorious in the ring. The referee lifts his arm high into the air; the crowd erupting into a chorus of cheers as Drake offers up a bloody smile. His face a veritable crimson mask as he turns to all four sides of the ring, basking in the adoration of the loyal FGA fans.

Stephy Auger: I’d say his path to redemption has been completed, wouldn’t you, Kris?

But before Kris can answer, everybody’s attention is drawn to the sight of Dom Harter rising to his feet in the ring. Drake turns around and sees this, his former student and friend standing before him, beaten, bloodied and defeated. Drake takes a step closer, then another until he’s about a foot away from the Tenacious Little Bastard…

Kris Cruise: What’s this?

The crowd draw a collective gasp as Drake extends one hand. Harter, unsure of what to do, stares out across the sea of fans, all of whom are urging him to accept the handshake this time. Even Malcolm Drake seems to be urging Dom to accept the offering…

But Harter turns and slides out of the ring without returning the handshake. Malcolm watches on from the ring as a defeated Dom Harter skulks back up the aisle, not once turning back to look. The referee once again raises Malcolm’s hand in triumph, drawing another huge cheer from the crowd as ‘Man In The Box’ continues to play.

Kris Cruise: There we have it folks, that’s Final Frontier finished. For me and Stephy, good night!

Fade out...