Lowell DVD Taping (1.3.15)

[FGA Office]

Dark Match
Alec Sage vs. A.J. Fairchild

Fairchild dictates the pace early, using his edge in in-ring experience to control the pace. After a missed spear that sends Fairchild shoulder-first into the ring post, Sage takes control, delivering several blows to the arm. Cannonball senton gets two. Cyclone Kill gets two. half and Half Suplex gets two. Fairchild begins to fight back. Sage goes to cut him off with a lariat. But Fairchild ducks and counters with a pele kick. Fairchild goes for the Dry Elbow Martini, but Sage ducks and counters with an elbow of his own, using the Hellblow. He follows up with the SageRage for the one, two, three.

Winner: Alec Sage

[FGA Office]

Lowell DVD Taping
Lowell Memorial Auditorium
Lowell, MA

Jimmy Page is already in the ring, pacing it. Jimmy doesn’t look like he’s celebrating by the way he’s dressed. He stands in his usual fashion, black hoodie unzipped, jeans, and black boots. He holds the microphone up, but pauses, listening to the fans boo him. It would take a really uninformed person to know, Massachusetts didn’t love Jimmy Page; The feeling was mutual. Jimmy holds the microphone in his right hand and clutches the FGA World Championship tightly in the left, holding it slightly out from his body, beginning to sound out his inner thoughts.

Jimmy Page: What did I tell you?

He pauses, more boos, Jimmy Page scowls quietly.

Jimmy Page: I told you that Riley Owens didn’t have it in him to finish me off. He could TRY and TRY as hard as he could, HELL he could’ve thrown everything at me; But I would still get up!! See Owens liked to play to this notion that because used his friendships, and his moral values, and his holier-than-thou BS he could win. He OOZED confidence, shun brightly with bravado, but once again…

Page takes a bit two steps forward clutching the mic with rage in his eyes.

Jimmy Page: I PUT HIM DOWN!!! I put him down right here, in front of people to see, and make no doubts about it Riley Owens hits hard; My neck is still stiff, everything sound like rushing water, I’m surprised I’m standing in front of right now; HE HITS HARD….

Jimmy pauses, then chuckles, then tilts his head to the side with a glossy stare.

Jimmy Page: But I hit HARDER. I’ve taken on just about anyone who is anyone, they put me in a room full of lions, I SLAUGHTERED them all. Each and every moment I am given something, I make damn good on making it last. When I scraped my way to get this belt through the bullshit that was Dom Harter and Dan Herrera; When I had to put my personal feelings aside and beat Cordelia; When I had to swallow down my sorrows to face Riley Owens, I STILL WON!!! I WIN!!! When you back me into a corner I...WIN!!! And many people in that locker room can act cute, they can say what they wanna say about it; They can call me out, but that’s too easy, that’s way too easy for a no-name to call me out so here’s what I’m gonna do…

Page turns quickly to the ramp.

Jimmy Page: I’M CALLING WHOEVER’S BACK THERE OUT!!! Whoever wants a shot come and take it, because honestly FGA’s been throwin’ boulders at me so I can take a few pebbles here and there…!! COME ON!!!! All of you like to talk; Talk, talk, talk, talk, NOW HERE I AM!!! I’m LISTENING, I’m WIIIIIIDE awake, so please indulge me and answering my challenge!!! COME ON DOWN!!!

Page leans on the rope, sporting that fierce look in his usually dead eyes. “COME ON!!!!!!” He starts to scream. He’s pacing the ring, waiting for whoever it wanted to come through those curtains. He wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t going to back down. Why would he be afraid? He was the “King of The F’n World”! Who wanted to step up and dethrone the king…? It was quiet, fans were anxious, people jeered...

Then suddenly…

"Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to boo, jeer and show various other forms of displeasure. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it.

Chandler stares straight ahead at the ring. He gestures up and down with his arm, as if to say "this is your champion?" A smirk creeps on his face as he swaggers towards the ring. Decked out in white New Balance sneakers, blue jeans and the BRAND NEW "DNA of FGA" shirt, Chandler wipes his feet off on the apron before stepping through the ropes. It's in the ring that he and Page exchange a cold glare. There have been a lot of unsavory characters that have walked through those FGA doors. But these two men may very well be at the top of the list. It's the first time these two have ever been in the ring at the same time. If Chandler has anytime to say about it, it won't be the last.

Once Chandler's handed a mic, he turns his attention back to the World Champ...

Chandler Scott: You wanted someone to answer your challenge? Well here I am. Though it's funny that you now want to call people out. "You can take a few pebbles" people thrown your way, you say? Hmm. It's funny you mention that because back in September, I remember a certain someone calling you out. I can remember a certain... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaarvard man called you out in the center of this ring. And did you ever come out? Did you ever accept his challenge? No, you never did. And why? Was it because I wasn't worthy of facing the "almighty" Jimmy Page? Was it because you wanted me to "earn my place"? Or was all that space in your brain taken up by thoughts of that tease, Cordy Stevenson? Regardless of whatever the reasons were, it's just you and me now. No Dom, no Dan. No Cordy, no Jared. Just you and me. No more obstacles. No more distractions. No more excuses. This situation right here could have been resolved several months ago. But instead, you decided to delay the inevitable. Well, Page, I had to break it to you, but there's no way you're going to stall this any longer. I'm not asking you to hand over that belt. I've got a bit more integrity than that. What I am going to do is give you a choice. See, you can name the time and date where I'll take that title from you. Or, I could simply knock you on your back right now and take it from you.

Chandler can be seen chuckling. But Page finds nothing amusing. As Chandler goes on, Page's eyes narrow.

Chandler Scott: Let me remind you of something, Page. You've done a lot of great things here. A lot. You're a World Champ. You're a former Pride Champion. You're only one of two people to hold both of those belts. That's quite the accomplishment. But not only do you need to remember who did it first, but you need to remember who did it better.

Another smug smirk creeps across Chandler's mouth as the crowd continues to voice their displeasure.

Chandler Scott: I'm well aware that times have changed and the pieces that make up the roster may be a little different. But that's why I'm out here right now, looking the so-called King of the World right in his eyes. You may have intimidated a lot of other people in the back. They may only speak of you in hushed tones. But me? I've never been afraid of another man in my life, especially one with moobs and a muffin top.

A few chuckles can be heard throughout the crowd. But overall, the crowd continues to boo the two men in the ring.

Chandler Scott: So when I look you in the eyes, Page and I tell you that I'm taking that World Championship from you, that isn't me being arrogant. Far from it. That's me simply stating the truth. I'm well aware of your rep. I'm aware of all your accomplishments. But as good as you are... for as great as you've been... here comes Chandler Scott to remind you of your place in the hierachy. And that, Page, is simply below me. So what do you say, sport? Do you want me to take that title from you now? Or would you rather wait 'till February?

Jimmy looks to retort….but he’s cut off before he can get out what he wanted to say.

*ahem*

Page looks irritated that somebody else has decided to interrupt him before he turns towards the entranceway, where Johnny Karma is stood there with a mic in hand, Cherry Baum by his his side.

Karma: Did I hear something about an open challenge? Because that sounds like something only an idiot would do...

Kris Cruise: This is exactly what happened with Karma and Hardaway last month.

Karma: Now before we get started, let me just point out one thing to the other guy in the ring, the one who thinks that having so many chips on their shoulder they get mistaken for a tube of Pringles is any way comparable to holding a title: just because you say you're "the DNA of FWA" doesn't mean you should hold the FWA title. You know why, don't you?

Chandler gives Karma a weary look, as Karma walks down the ramp towards the ring to make sure he's looking Scott in the eye.

Karma: Because that's the same logic hillbillies use when they want to shtup their own sister.

There's a few chuckles in the crowd as Chandler's eyes narrow, while Karma walks to ringside and maintains eye contact with Scott.

Karma: Here's another thing that counts against you, Joey: you've been back in FWA for about ten minutes, yet already you're treating it like it's your country club and you've placed your towel on the best sun lounger - but here's the thing, it's not your country club, you're some guy whose snuck in and hopes nobody noticed. But that's the thing, people have noticed - and more than anything they know you haven't paid your membership fee.

Karma climbs up on the apron, looking Scott in the eye.

Karma: Take a good look at yours truly...

Karma fails to notice that's exactly what Cherry's doing on the outside.

Karma: ...I can say I'm a fully paid-up member of this country club because I paid for my membership by showing up every week and stealing the show every single time - which is a bit more prestigious than being some guy strutting in acting like he owns the place even though he's barely on any shows, and the last time he did show up he faced his greatest challenge when rising to overcome Tomoko Hanahara's Elmo doll.

Karma steps through the ropes, and steps between Page and Chandler.

Karma: What I'm saying is that if you're looking for a challenger, Page, you should at least look for a challenge. So here's your options: some guy who thinks a 30-day clause sounds too much like hard work, or you look to the guy who happened to have been the guiding light of FWA for the last year, showing up time and again to rock the worlds of every single crowd, even the ones in Jersey.

Page is about to respond, but Karma raises a finger and wags it in his face.

Karma: I wasn't finished yet, Jimmy.

Page's eyes narrow as Karma talks to him like a naughty schoolboy.

Karma: Here's something else for you to consider: for all your talk of being the biggest, baddest mothercusser on the roster, have you ever managed to beat down an opponent so bad that they had to take a leave of absence from FWA? Because in case you weren't paying attention, that's exactly what Kevin Hardaway had to do after Final Frontier - and I'm sure you can guess who was the guy who sent him packing.

To make sure Page gets it, Karma points to himself.

Karma: On the subject of Hardaway, have you forgotten that you needed one heck of an assist from Hardaway a few months back to squeak out a win against me? Or, to look at it another way, you couldn't get the job done on your own and you owe Hardaway a debt of thanks for not having exposing a chink in your armour the size of the Grand Canyon - so if you thought having boulders thrown at you was bad, now you've got someone dropping Mount Rushmore on your head and you and your title reign just started looking a lot like Wile E Coyote.

Jimmy is now in a corner, holding his title close to his body. He looks at Karma and then Chandler. He opens his mouth….but is cut off AGAIN. A frustrated glare appears in his eyes as he realizes who it was…as "Burn Brighter" by Landsdowne begins to play throughout the arena, Chandler Scott rolling his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. The audience let's out a huge pop as SEAN SANDS steps through the curtains, a smirk on his face. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and his old Sand Attack tee, Sean begins to make his way down to the ring, locking eyes specifically with a man he has a strong dislike for in Chandler Scott. Sands slowly circles the ring before finding himself at the ring steps, which he quickly goes up before entering the ring. Sean then looks at Page, then at Karma, then finally at Scott before heading towards one of the corners and climbing to the middle turnbuckle before pointing out at the audience while bobbing his head to the music. Sands finally hops off after a few seconds and waits for the music to fade before he speaks.

Sean Sands: Well, look what we have here. It seems like you're a very wanted man, Jimmy.

Sean smiles as he heads towards one of the empty corners and sits on the top turnbuckle.

Sean Sands: Not really surprised. After all, you do hold the top gold in this company and have seemingly been an unstoppable force here. Look at every time you've lost and you can tell that it's a rarity to see you on the losing side. I have no problem saying that you're probably better than Chris Q. You remember that guy, right? He was the one you were all close with before he...well, you already know. But I realize that while you rarely ever lose, there is someone in this ring who tends to have a pretty good win-loss record himself.

Sands looks over at Chandler Scott, who leans up against the ropes, almost acting as if he wasn't paying attention before he slowly looks up to see Sands looking at him.

Sean Sands: Yeah, I'm talking about you, Chandler. Don't act so surprised. You already know that while I strongly...STRONGLY dislike you, I give props to the people who earn it. I know what you can do in this ring, Chandler, and I know you're good at it. So, maybe you do have a case here in for as to why you should get a shot at Jimmy's FGA World championship. Or maybe you don't.

The audience lets out a cheer as Sean hops off the turnbuckle and back down onto the mat, landing on both feet, before he slowly walks up to Scott.

Sean Sands: Thinking about it- and this is something I've rarely ever said before- Johnny Karma is right. He's in the right when he has to scratch his head and wonder why the hell you should get a shot at the top prize when you haven't done anything. At least this guy *points at Karma* has proven himself by wrestling throughout the whole 2014 year. You? Your biggest FGA win in 2014 was against Jared James, a GREAT talent...and you needed the help of Shiny Dome and Pretty In Pink to do it. Now, this sounds hypocritical coming from a guy whose only wrestled one match since returning to FGA, but I mean, at least I beat my big rival by my damn self. But this is not me stepping up to try and put myself ahead of you on the FGA ladder or even try to take the shot you want so bad against Jimmy Page. This is me telling you that you don't deserve a damn thing until you can get your big wins here like a goddamn man.

Sands chuckles as he's now only an arm's reach away from Chandler Scott.

Sean Sands: You know, I kind of lied when I made my return here in FGA. I said that my goal was to take that FGA World championship and obviously, live down my FGA Heavyweight title reign. But I lied. I actually have two goals. The first one is the FGA World championship. The second one is to make your time here a very unenjoyable one, Chandler. The second goal is that every time you think of FGA, you think of me and the hell I'm willing to lay into you. Hell, you're lucky I don't try and start that goal right now. But we're having a civil conversation here like adults. You know what that's supposed to mean, right, Frat Boy?

Sean shakes his head.

Sean Sands: Maybe Jimmy is feeling generous with the holidays and all and he might just give you that title shot that you don't deserve. Or maybe he gives it to Johnny Karma.

The Ohioan then turns his attention to Karma, who stands there, a smug look on his face.

Sean Sands: Let's be honest, Karma's did his damn thing in 2014. He put on a pretty solid year and even whooped Kevin Hardaway twice before sending him packing. Except, you know, you didn't eve need any help to do it. You did it like a man. You put on a solid performance in the Gold Rush Rumble once again. And you even became the only man to be both in the 2013 and 2014 Frontier Lion's Cups. Johnny Karma maybe has proven that he has earned this shot at the FGA World championship considering you've put down anyone who was technically ahead of him like Owens and Stevenson and Harter. So maybe JK does deserve that shot, but um....

Sands takes a moment to think before speaking once again.

Sean Sands: There's another guy in this ring who has beaten Kevin Hardaway twice as well. Actually, I think even Chandler has beaten him a few times. So, I guess that uh...that kind of takes away that point from your resume, huh? Cause the only other things you've got, a quarterfinalist in the F-L-C and a good performance in the Gold Rush Rumble, you came close, but didn't really win.

The Ohioan shrugs his shoulders as he continues on.

Sean Sands: And...correct me if I'm wrong, but I have defeated you every single time we've met one-on-one in that ring, yes? Again, maybe I'm wrong, but I could've sworn you and I have faced before and it's never really ended well for you. I think I'm 2-0 against you, right? Again, might be wrong, but I think I'm right.

Karma looks unamused as he watches Sands continue on.

Sean Sands: So maybe that point you're trying to make about wrestling all year does have some holes in it when the one complete thing you were able to do, Chandler and I did before you. Plus, you did kinda lose to me in 2014. It's really just a crazy situation in this ring right now. Which really gives me a crazy idea. Oh Jimmyyyyyyyy...

Sean then turns his attention to the FGA World champion once more.

Sean Sands: You say you want a challenge, right? You say you want a few pebbles thrown your way? Then how about you take on three of those "pebbles"-

Sands shoots up the air quote fingers.

Sean Sands: Cause the way I look at it right now, it's either none of us or all of us. You want a challenge? You defend that championship belt in a fatal-four-way at the next Supershow against Chandler Scott, Johnny Karma, AND Sean Sands!

The audience lets out a cheer as Sands stands face-to-face with Page.

Sean Sands: Out of the three of us, not a single one stands out over the other and you know this. I'm even willing to admit it. So, get your holiday cheer on and spread some of it our way because you know you want to shut this asshole's mouth up...*Sands points at Scott*...about as much as I do.

Big pop from the audience as Scott watches Sands continue to talk, a scowl on his face.

Sean Sands: Because you finally want to shut Karma up about the fact that you needed assistance from Hardaway last time you faced him.

Mixed reaction from the audience.

Sean Sands: And because you finally want to prove once and for all that Sean Sands is just not in the same league as you, no matter what his mindset is at any point. You know you wanna do all of this and you know you can do it in just ONE MATCH. So, what do you say?

As they all finish, Page just looks on, almost amused at this point. He glares at the three men, watching them fight over him.

Jimmy Page: You guys...have no idea how happy you’ve made me.

Page chuckles and then slowly begins to head out of the ring, tossing the microphone down and glaring at the three men in the ring.

Jimmy Page: THIS IS WHAT I WANTED!!! ….THIS....THIS IS WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED…!!!

Fans boo Page as he backpedals up the ramp with a sick toothy smile. Page stops and holds up the FGA World Championship, and lets out a mighty…

Jimmy Page: KING OF THE FUCKIN’ WOOOOOOOORLD!!!!!!

Page gets battered with boos as he disappears, leaving Chandler, Sean, and Karma in the ring.

[FGA Office]

Seth Lawless vs. Camellia D. Magna

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 240lbs … SETH LAWLESS!

“Battle Born” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play throughout the arena as the fans immediately begin to boo. From behind the curtain, Seth Lawless steps out, ignoring the fans’ boos and jeers with a cocky nonchalance. A smug smirk plastered across his face. As he climbs up the steel steps, Seth removes his sunglasses and hands them to the referee for safe keeping before he waits in the corner for Cami to make her entrance.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina … CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

Stephy Auger: We’re just about ready for this rematch here, Kris. A few months ago Seth Lawless defeated Cami in a tough contest, earning one of the early wins in his FGA career.

Kris Cruise: Since then both competitors have had their shares of wins and losses, but now they’re set to face off again to try and start their 2015s with a big W to their name. I can’t wait.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring momentarily. The fans here in Lowell rallying behind Magna as she and Lawless lock up collar and elbow. As they jockey for position, Lawless lifts the knee up into the midsection, doubling over Cami. A few clubbing shots to the back have the redhead stunned as Seth sets off against the ropes, coming back with a clothesline. Cami gets right back up, only to get clotheslined down again. As she stands up a second time, Seth charges in with another clothesline – but Cami ducks the attack this time! She counters with a mule kick, doubling Seth over before she sets off against the ropes, coming back right into a running knee lift from Lawless!

Kris Cruise: Seth Lawless is using his size advantage wisely here. Cami may be a striker at heart, but when Seth is putting 240lbs behind those shots I don’t know how much she’ll be able to take.

Seth picks his opponent back up to her feet and pushes her back towards the corner. He throws a few forearm shots, each one hitting the mark before Cami Magna is sent from pillar to post with an Irish whip. She hits the far turnbuckle hard, but has little time to react before Lawless nails her with a running clothesline. The fans in attendance boo as Seth takes a moment to mock Cami, getting close to her face as he trash talks her. A swift back elbow to the jaw causes Magna to slump in the corner as Seth takes the opportunity to place his boot across her throat. The referee starts his five count, reaching four before Seth finally breaks the choke. But he seems to have taken offense to the referee getting too hands on.

Stephy Auger: There’s no need for this. The referee hardly touched him to try and get him to break the choke hold.

Kris Cruise: What do you expect from someone like Seth Lawless? But watch out for Camellia here!

In the corner, Magna manages to stand back up; Seth has his back turned as he’s arguing with the referee. He turns around just in time to see Cami running towards him as she dives around the back and takes him down with a crucifix pin!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Kickout by Lawless!

Kris Cruise:So close!

Both competitors scramble to their feet as Cami strikes first, catching Seth by surprise with a series of kicks to the thigh. The fans cheering as each of the five kicks connect, the cheers growing louder as Cami switches it up and goes high with a spinning heel kick – NO! Seth ducks! And as he pops back up he simply pokes Cami in the eye. She staggers away as the referee admonishes Seth, not that he’s too bothered.

Stephy Auger: Seth isn’t afraid to play dirty it would seem.

Once again Cami is forced towards the corner. Lawless bounces his opponent’s head off the top turnbuckle before he readies himself. Another Irish whip sends Magna across the ring as she once again hits the far turnbuckle with force. Seth charges in after her, leaping up as he executes a monkey flip – but Cami lands on her feet! Lawless scrambles back to his feet, only to get flush with a dropkick to the jaw! He gets right back up, and another dropkick connects. This time, as he gets up, Cami nails him with a roundhouse kick. Seth drops back against the nearest ropes but he remains on his feet as Magna goes against the far ropes. Catching his opponent by surprise, however, Seth catches Cami with a flapjack, sending her high into the air – only for Cami to reverse the counter with a dropkick! Lawless is stunned, he’s slow to get to his feet as Cami rushes across to bring him back to a vertical base–and she gets caught with an inside cradle!

Stephy Auger: Camellia took her eye off the ball after that offensive flurry and it might just cost her here!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: No way, she’s far too resilient to be defeated that easily.

Cami kicks out at the last second. Both competitors scramble back to their feet again as Lawless throws a wild clothesline, only to have the attack easily ducked. Cami drills Seth with several forearm smashes to the face before running against the ropes for some momentum. As she comes back, however, Lawless sidesteps and sends Magna over the top rope using her own momentum.

Kris Cruise: Don’t get too cocky in there…

But he’s turned away, taunting the fans with a gesture to indicate that he’s always a step ahead, so he hasn’t noticed the fact that Magna landed on the apron a moment ago. Lawless turns his attention back to his opponent, turning around as Cami springboards off the top rope with a hurricanrana–NO! A huge counter by Lawless as he delivers a devastating powerbomb! And with a handful of tights Seth makes the pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: What resilience from Cami Magna to kick out of that one. And Seth can’t believe it.

Kris Cruise: I can’t believe it, Stephy! I thought this one was over right there.

Seth holds his head in disbelief as the referee assures him it was only a two count. Angrily, he stands back up, dragging Cami up by the hair. He lifts her up onto his shoulder and sits her down on the top turnbuckle before climbing to the middle rope himself. He hooks Cami in a front facelock, but before he can drop her with a top rope DDT, Cami fires off a punch to the midsection. And another. Seth tries to fight back, but he’s loosing his footing as Magna catches him flush with a elbow straight to the temple! Lawless falls from the top rope, landing back first with a loud thud against the canvas. The crowd are on their feet as Magna steadies herself – FROG SPLASH CONNECTS! And the hook of the leg!

Kris Cruise: She fought out of that terrible predicament and managed to hit the frog splash. Could this be it?!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

Stephy Auger: She did it! Cami Magna fought back valiantly and managed to – would you say steal the victory out from under Seth Lawless?

Kris Cruise: He certainly controlled large portions of the match, Stephy. You just have to wonder how he’ll feel after this one.

Stephy Auger: The fans certainly seem happy as Camellia D. Magna ties this up at one win a piece between them.

The referee raises Camellia’s had in victory as an irate Seth Lawless rolls out of the ring. He makes his way backstage as “Riptide” plays throughout the arena once more, allowing Cami to celebrate her win in the ring.

[FGA Office]

A piano tune signals the arrival of newcomer Sebastian Grey as “Breakdown” by Breaking Benjamin plays on the sound system. Grey emerges from behind the curtains, wearing designer jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his leather jacket with the Serenity logo on the back. A top his head he wears a Boston Red Sox hat, which the Massachusetts crowd loves as he slaps hands with the fans on his way towards the ring. Taking in the applause, which is ten-fold what it was the week before when not everyone was sure who he was, he puts his hands together and thanks them before walking to a few gentlemen in the front row, who could be known as wrestlers from other promotions. He shakes hands with them, hugging a few and smiling before moving a few more people down, where Yun Goeun, his former colleague and current girlfriend, stands with a Serenity shirt on as well, her large dark body guard standing beside her. Grey hugs her tight, looking out at the crowd before giving her a quick peck on the lips.

The crowd loves it and begins to chide him for not kissing her like a man. They begin to egg him on with chants of “kiss her,” and he laughs, blushing almost as badly as her. He looks her in the eyes, strokes her cheek and then blows her a kiss. She rolls her eyes, catches it, and places it to her chest while the crowd playfully boos. Grey laughs, backing up to the ring apron. Without turning around, he reaches up, grabs the ropes, and pulls himself up and over the ropes, landing and moving quickly to the center, where he grabs the mic that was placed for him. His theme music dies out and he taps the mic a few times, verifying it works before clearing his throat. He does it again before wincing and sticking his index finger in his ear.

Sebastian Grey: Man, I think you guys popped my ear drum!

The crowd pops and he grins, adjusting his Boston hat. They cheer louder and he points at the hat as if asking if that was what made them cheer. He nods in enthusiasm.

Sebastian Grey: Hell yeah, Go Sox! Just because I'm from Philly doesn't mean I have to be a fan of mediocre baseball teams. I stick with the legendary teams. From the Big Bambino to the bloody sock and Ortiz post season magic! Boston Strong!

Lowell is on their feet, and Grey is nothing but a pearly white smile.

Sebastian Grey: Jeeze, Lowell. You guys are great. I mean it. Thank you. It's great to be here. It's amazing to stand here again after Final Frontier. It's great to be able to watch the matches that are happening tonight and know that in a little bit, I'll be walking back down here in a different set of clothes, ready to participate in my first FGA match against Evangelista.

The crowd pops and he nods.

Sebastian Grey: I know we didn't really hear from her this week, but I saw her in the back when I got here and man, I gotta tell you, I think you all are in for a treat when we hit the ring! Hell, your in for a treat when the next four young upstarts get in this ring when my smiling ass is out of it and they tear down the ring with their talent!

The crowd pops again.

Sebastian Grey: You know, I have to say, this atmosphere is unlike anything I experienced in PDW. I'm not saying that PDW had anything lacking, I'm just saying the vibe...it's just...different. It's exciting. It's...palpable. I can taste it. I'm yearning for more and by god, I'm going to get it. I'm going to immerse myself into this FGA culture like no other before and I'm going to give you people what you paid to come and experience. I'm going to entertain you. I'm going to fight for your approval. I'm going to make you proud and give you an image you're okay with your children to look up to. I won't break, I won't falter. You might not want me to be a favorite because of my past, or you may believe I'm just the kind of guy to bring up in your stories with your friends and family about someone who fought their way out of their own personal hell and did everything in their power to keep themselves from getting dragged back down. However you see fit to view me is your judgment and all I can do is be here and do my part for you to create your own opinion...

And I'm excited to be out here doing that. It's why I chose to come out here, even though it's not my turn to be in this ring just yet. I just couldn't wait. I wanted to get out here and look at you all and say thank you. I wanted to get out here and let you all know that the moment I go backstage and start to prepare for my match, I'll be itching to run back out here because I don't want to leave!

The crowd begins to chant his name, and he smiles from ear to ear, thanking them.

Sebastian Grey: But I know it's selfish of me to stay in the spotlight when you got four people dying to come out here and get their match underway. So I leave you all with one more heartfelt thank you, and a promise that I'm not going to let you down tonight!

He places the mic down and tips his hat to the crowd before rolling out of the ring, hugging Yun once more before making his way backstage with “Breakdown” playing once more.

[FGA Office]

Kevin Wolfe vs. Evelyn Thompson vs. Brett Owens vs. Mike Bisignano

The lights go out as smoke fills the entrance way after a few seconds Owens appears his head down covered by the hod on his ring jacket. He slowly lifts his head as the words my time begin. He is completely focused on the ring he then snaps out of it and hypes up the crowd as he walks to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Fatal 4-Way Match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 200 pounds! He is "The Strong Style Prodigy," BRETT OWENS!

He slides under the bottom rope rolls and kips up. He walks over taking his jacket off as he stretches.

The lights go out as the opening chords of “Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI plays over the PA system.

As the beat pulses, so do the lights in the building and the crowd sings along…

# Love ... your hate
# your ... faith lost
# You ... are now
# one ... of us
# Love ... your hate
# your ... faith lost
# You ... are now
# one ... of us

The lights come up and standing at the top of the entrance ramp is Mike `The Biz’ Bisignano. He has short hair and is wearing a plain black hoodie that is unzipped, a pair of black UFC style tight fight shorts, and black wrestling boots. On the back of the shorts it says "The Biz" in white font. He also sports black kickpads over the boots.The hood is pulled over his head hiding his head.

The fans are bopping their heads and smacking the metal guardrails to the beat as the 'The Biz' bumps fists with a few of the FGA faithful as he begins to walk down the aisle to the ring.

# Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
# Radiate, recognize one silent call
# As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate

The Biz stops in mid aisle and stares at the ring. He pulls the hood off his head to the cheer of the crowd before moving forward towards the ringside area.

# Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
# Radiate, recognize one silent call
# As we all form one dark flame
# As we all form one dark flame
# As we all...

Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' smacks hands with some more of the FGA fans. He proceeds to remove the hoodie and hands it to a ringside attendant before he climbs on the ring apron.

# Love ... your hate
# your ... faith lost
# You ... are now
# one ... of us

He then gets up on the top turnbuckle and looks out at the fans as the music fades. He then does a back flip landing on his feet and leans back into the corner awaiting the start of the match.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from New York City, New York! Weighing in at 200 pounds, he is "THE BIZ" MIKE BISIGNANO!

The smoke machine goes off as Evelyn walks out and makes her entrance to the ring. She slides in and poses for the fans briefly for a few seconds before going over to a corner, waiting for the match to start.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! Weighing in at 123 pounds! She is "Firecracker" EVELYN THOMPSON!

“War Machine” begin to play. Kevin Wolfe comes out from the back. He stands on the entrance way and surveys the arena. He casually makes his way to the ring slapping hands of fans ringside. He circles the ring slapping more hands before sliding into the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from mankato, Minnesota! Weighing in at 265 pounds... KEVIN WOLFE!

He jump up to his feet and stroll towards the opposite corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and roar to the delight of the fans. He jumps down and walk over to his corner and warms up as he await his opponent.

Kris Cruise: All four of these competitors want to start their FGA careers off on the right foot. But this match is first fall to a finish, so it’s going to be tough for one of them to get the pinfall or submission.

Stephanie Auger: All of these grapplers are hungry. But only one can win.

The bell sounds as Owens immediately goes after Thompson and Biz goes after Wolfe in the corner. Owens nails Thompson with a series of knife-edge chops while Biz delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to Wolfe. Once Biz and Owens look back at each other, they give a knowing nod before trying to irish whip Thompson and Wolfe into each other. But just as they’re about to collide, Thompson and Wolfe lock arms, turn and run back towards the corners. Thompson then connects with a dropkick to Owens while Wolfe delivers a lariat to Biz to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: It looked like Biz and Owens had an idea in mind. But t quickly backfired.

Wolfe brings Biz from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Biz comes back, Wolfe bends over to set up a back body drop. But Biz counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Wolfe begins to swing his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance. Once he does, he tries to sit down on Biz’s chest. But Biz scoots out of the way. He then turns Wolfe over and applies the Dragon Hook.

Kris Cruise: Biz has got the submission applied. Look at him pull back. He’s really stretching that spine of Wolfe’s.

Stephy Auger: And Wolfe’s nowhere near the ropes, so it’s going to be hard for him to escape… or maybe not...

Wolfe can be heard groaning in pain as Bix continues to pull back. But Thompson nails Bix in the face, breaking the hold.

Thompson picks up Biz and goes for an irish whip. But Biz reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Thompson comes back, he connects with a savate kick, sending her stumbling through the ropes and to the apron. As Thompson slowly gets up on the apron, Owens runs over towards Biz and goes for a bicycle kick. But Biz ducks. When Owens turns around, Biz lifts him up onto his shoulders, runs and delivers a somerault slam to cheers from the crowd.. Once Biz rolls off of Owens, Thompson follows up with a slingshot leg drop. She makes the cover.

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Biz breaks up the pin.

Biz picks up Thompson and whips her into the ropes. When Thompson comes back, she goes to slide through Biz’s legs. But Biz reaches down and hooks her arms from behind. After hoisting her back up to her feet, Biz goes for a dragon suplex. But Thompson counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll.

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Biz kicks out.

After both grapplers get up to their feet, Biz knocks Thompson down with a savate kick. As Wolfe approaches, Biz turns and goes to throw out another savate kick. But Wolfe catches his foot and spins him around. When Biz comes back, Wolfe lifts him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a double underhook suplex. He makes the cover.

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Owens breaks up the pin.

Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for one of these grapplers.

Stephy Auger: If this was an elimination match, this would be a much different story. But with this being first fall to a finish, it’s critical to break up every pin or submission.

Owens picks up Wolfe and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring towards the corner. But Wolfe lifts him up and throws him down with a side slam. He then picks up Owens and whips him into the opposite corner. Wolfe then runs across the ring and connects with a lariat, sending Owens slumping down in the corner. After heading back towards the center of the ring, Wolfe turns, runs back over towards the corner and goes for the Car Crash. But Owens rolls out of the way…

Kris Cruise: Wolfe misses the cannonball senton and crashes back-first into the turnbuckles!

As Owens gets back up, Biz runs over to attack. But Owens ducks the oncoming attack, sending Biz over the top rope with a back body drop…

Kris Cruise: Biz gets dumped to the outside!

Stephy Auger: … no wait!


… but Biz slips down from behind and lands on the apron. When Owens turns around, he turns into a springboard side kick from Biz, knocking him down to cheers from the crowd. Biz picks up Owens and whips him into the corner. After running into the corner, Biz hops on Owens and monkey flips him towards the center of the ring. Biz gets back up and connects with a springboard moonsault. He hooks the leg.

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Thompson breaks up the pin.

Thompson picks up Biz and goes for an irish whip. But Thompson reverses, sending Biz into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Biz hangs onto the ropes. So Thompson runs over to attack. But Biz nails her with an elbow to the face. As Thompson stumbles back, Biz steps back out onto the apron and goes for a springboard cross body. But Thompson knocks him out of the air with a dropkick.

Thompson picks up Biz and whips him into the ropes. When Biz comes back, Thompson goes for a hip toss. But Biz blocks it. So she punches him in the midsection, doubling him over. After draping her leg across the back of his neck, Thompson performs a backflip. Once she lands on her feet, Biz throws out a clothesline. But Thompson ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a wheelbarrow arm drag. Biz gets back up, but Thompson throws him back down with another arm drag. When Biz gets back up, Thompson delivers a headstand headscissors takeover. When Biz gets back up, Thompson runs over and connects with a dropkick, sending Biz stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Biz gets up on the outside, Thompson runs into the ropes. When Biz turns around, Thompson delivers a baseball slide into a headscissors takeover.

Kris Cruise: Thompson with a sliding takedown to the outside!

Stephy Auger: Her lucha libre style has been on full display in this one. She’s definitely overwhelmed Biz with her speed and agility there.

When Thompson rolls back into the ring, Wolfe runs over and throws out a lariat. But Thompson ducks. When Wolfe turns around, Thompson grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Wolfe squats down, blocking the move. He then takes Thompson and reverses with an irish whip of his own. When Thompson comes back, Wolfe grabs her by the back of the neck, runs and tosses her through the ropes. But Thompson lands on the apron. Wolfe then runs over to attack. But Thompson nails him with a shoulder thrust that sends him stumbling back. She follows up with a springboard diving hurricanrana. Once Wolfe gets up, Thompson runs over to attack. Wolfe throws out another lariat. But Thompson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Wolfe turns around, he turns into a tilt-a-whirl arm drag, sending him stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. As Wolfe gets up on the outside, Thompson runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a handspring moonsault plancha…

Stephy Auger: Look Ma, No Hands!

Thompson’s greeted with cheers and applause as she gets back to her feet. As she rolls back into the ring, Owens nails her with a penalty kick. He turns her over and makes the cover.

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Thompson kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Hard kick to the side of the head by Owens. But Thompson somehow kicks out.

Stephy Auger: If it was Riley Owens that connected with that penalty kick, it probably would have been lights out.

Owens picks up Thompson and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Owens goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Thompson counters with a crucifix headscissors takeover. When Owens gets up and turns around, Thompson kicks him in the midsection and follows up with Non Compos mentis. She makes the cover.

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Biz breaks up the pin.

Kris Cruise: Once again, Biz breaks up the pin. These two have been getting in each others way all match. But what else would you expect from a Fatal 4 Way?

Biz picks up Thompson and whips her into the ropes. When Thompson comes back, Biz throws out a savate kick. But Thompson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Thompson comes back, Biz knocks her down with a spinning leg lariat. He then picks up Thompson, grabs her from behind and delivers a German Suplex. He makes the cover.

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Thompson gets her shoulder up.

As Wolfe gets back in the ring, Biz picks up Thompson and irish whips her towards Wolfe. But instead of Thompson crashing into Wolfe, Wolfe throws her in the air and throws her down with a pop-up powerbomb. Biz then runs at Wolfe. But Wolfe throws him up and takes him down with a pop-up cutter. After Owens gets back to his feet, he runs over towards Wolfe. Wolfe goes for a pop-up samoan drop. But Owens counters with a crucifix driver to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Kevin Wolfe’s just laid out the other three grapplers in a matter of seconds.

Stephy Auger: This match may not last much longer...

As Thompson slowly gets up, Owens runs towards the ropes and delivers the Boston Knock Out.

Kris Cruise: handspring Ace Cutter from Owens!

As Owens gets back to a vertical base, Biz spins him around, lifts him up and delivers The Bizness End. He makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)” plays to cheers from the crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, MIKE BISIGNANO!

The ref raises Biz’s arm to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: You were right. This match wasn’t going to last for much longer. But it was actually The Biz, Mike Bisignano that put this one away.

Stephy Auger: All four of these grapplers had their chance to shine in this match. But it was the Biz that was just a second faster. That split second it was got him the victory in this one.

[FGA Office]

Fujiko Mine vs. Jake Wylde

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

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

He sits there, back to the ropes looking at the fans on both sides of the ring, shaking his head. He hops up, and climbs into the ring getting ready for battle.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Wilwaukee, Wisconsin! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is "Lady Luck," FUJIKO MINE!

Once she reaches ringside, she then slides into the ring, a determined look on her face. She climbs onto the center rope and poses for the crowd, then front flips into the ring, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine and Jake Wylde are ready to do battle in this one. Wylde, of course, wants to continue to spread his “Infection.” Fujiko, however… well, let’s just say that there’s more to her than just her looks.

Stephy Auger: Yes there is. Fujiko proved that she was more than just a pretty face when she revealed recently that she not only faked being attacked in Sebastian Stone’s locker room. But she also intentionally cost him his match a few shows back. She’s definitely more dangerous than she appears, Kris. If Wylde falls into one of her traps, that could prove to be costly.

The bell sounds as both grapplers go to lock up. But Wylde cheap shots Mine with a kick to the midsection, followed by a rake across the eyes. He then takes Mine, places her in a side headlock and rakes her eyes along the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. After Mine stumbles into the corner, Wylde comes from behind, turns her around and delivers a hard knife-edge chop. He then takes Mine and whips her into the opposite corner. Wylde then runs across the ring and connects with a Drive By kick. After Mine crumbles from out of the corner, Wylde makes the cover.

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Mine kicks out.

Stephy Auger: Fujiko’s able to kick out before three. But that running corner still did damage.

Wylde picks up Mine and goes for an irish whip. But Mine reverses, sending Wylde into the ropes. When Wylde comes back, Mine knocks him down with a flying butt to the face. She makes the cover.

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Wylde kicks out.

Mine picks up Wylde and places him in a side headlock. But Wylde shoves Mine off of him and into the ropes. When Mine comes back, Wylde goes for a hip toss. But Mine lands on her feet, turns and brings Wylde down with a headscissors takeover to cheers from the crowd. Wylde gets back up, but Mine throws him down with an arm drag. As Wylde gets back up, Mine delivers an arm wringer. But Wylde quickly reverses before following up with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Mine kicks out

Wylde picks up Mine and whips her into the ropes. When Mine comes back, Wylde swings around, grabs her from behind and hits a bridging German Suplex.

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Mine gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall by Wylde. It seems like every time Fujiko starts to get a little momentum in this match, Wylde is right there to cut her off.

Wylde picks up Mine and throws her down with a scoop slam. He then steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles as Fujiko gets back to her feet. When Wylde reaches the top, he leaps off, going for a flying cross body block. But Mine rolls through it to cheers from the crowd...

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Wylde gets his shoulders up.

Stephy Auger: Fujiko almost snuck away with one there...

Once both grapplers get back up to their feet, Wylde throws a right hand, but Mine ducks. Wylde then throws a left hand but again, Wyle ducks. Wylde throws another right hand. But not only does Mine duck, she follows up with headstand calf kick. As Wylde stumbles back, Mine runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Wylde throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: And there goes Wylde again, cutting off Fujiko’s momentum.

Wyde runs into the ropes as Mine turns over on all fours. As she tries to get up, Wylde comes back and delivers a jumping curbstomp. He turns Mine over and makes the cover.

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Mine gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Wylde picks up Mine and whips her into the ropes. When Mine comes back, Wylde bends over to set up a back body drop. But Wylde hops onto his back and flips forward, delivering a sunset bomb to cheers from the crowd.

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Wylde gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Fujiko only gets two but boy, that was close.

Mine picks up Wylde and goes for an irish whip. But Wylde reverses, sending Mine into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Wylde down with Hot Spring Skinny Dipping. She then runs over towards Wylde and connects with a standing SSP to cheers from the crowd.

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Wylde gets his shoulder up.

Mine picks up Wylde and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a corner lariat. As Wylde crumbles from out of the corner, Mine steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once Mine reaches the top, she flips off and goes for B.G.D. But Wylde rolls out of the way.

Kris Cruise: She misses!

Stephy Auger: Fujiko’s misses the corkscrew!

Mine tries to get up, but she quickly collapses to the canvas.

Stephy Auger: Oh no! She

Mine can be seen writhing in pain as she holds her back.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko didn’t just fall hard. She may be seriously hurt here.

The ref kneels down next to her and asks her if she’s okay. But Mine shakes her head “no”.

Stephy Auger: The ref may end up stopping this one, Kris. It doesn’t look like she’s in any condition to continue...

As Wylde goes over to pick her up, the ref steps in his way and tells him to hold off. But Wylde isn’t about to hear any of that and moves the ref out of the way.

Kris Cruise: What’s Wylde doing?

Stephy Auger: The woman’s hurt! He can’t see that!?

Kris Cruise: He can. I just don’t think he ca--

As Wylde goes over to pick up Mine, Mine quickly rolls him up with a small package.

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“Finale” plays to cheers from the crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FUJIKO MINE!

As Wylde sits up in shock, Wylde rolls out of the ring, raising her arms in victory.

Kris Cruise: She rolled him up and got the win!

Stephy Auger: Fujiko didn’t just roll him up, Kris. She suckered him in. She was faking all along!

[FGA Office]

The cameras cut to the backstage area where Dan Herrera and Cordy Stevenson seem to be in the midst of a conversation. Cordelia paces back and forth, a frown on her face. She lets out a deep breath and turns to face Dan.

Cordelia Stevenson: So what happens now?

Dan Herrera: Well it seems there is a fork in the road for me Cordy. I know that Infinite Empire thinks they’ve won, but it’s far from over. Problem is, Cindy thinks she’s won too. I think this is where we decide our battle plans Cordy. I know you feel slighted too by Cindy, but after being let down twice, I really feel like I need to take care of this rift. And I think you’d be better off continuing the charge against Infinite Empire. Do you agree?

Cordelia glares at him for a moment, pondering his words. She doesn’t seem too happy about his decision to confront her best friend, but after all that has transpired, she understands it. Finally she lets out a sigh.

Cordelia Stevenson: I agree. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing that the Infinite Empire pulled one over on us; that they are walking around and thinking they’ve won. It shouldn’t have happened, and you already know I’m going to give everything I’ve got to make sure that it doesn’t happen again, but as for you and Cynderblock…

She pauses for a moment, and then gives a reluctant sigh.

Cordelia Stevenson: I really do hate that its come to this between you two, but I guess you two have to do what you have to do. There’s no avoiding it at this point.

Dan scowls and shakes his head at Cordelia. He seems a bit confused by what she’s saying.

Dan Herrera: Listen Cordy, I know you two have been through alot. But when she hit me with the Breathtaker and walked out at Final Frontier, she didn’t just walk out on me. She walked out on you. This should be taken personal Cordy. It needs to be dealt with, and I need to be the one to do it. And I don’t want this to cause a rift between us too.

Dan sighs.

Dan Herrera: I know it seems like a bad idea to split up right now, especially when the two of us together couldn’t handle Cindy walking out on us to take down the Infinite Empire. But maybe a new plan is all it will take to turn this around.

Cordy purses her lips together tightly as he mentions the idea of Cindy walking out on not only him, but her as well. She runs a hand through her hair and rests it on the back of her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: She didn't walk out on me, Dan.

Cordelia responds through gritted teeth, quick to defend her friend. Before he can muster up a response, Cordelia continues on.

Cordelia Stevenson: But you can count on me to see this through. I won't let FGA or its' fans down again.

She gives him a reassuring nod. Dan tries not to let his disbelief that she actually believed what she was saying show. But rather than push the issue, he decided to move on.

Dan Herrera: Alright Cordy, and as much as I can I’ll help you when needed. I’m not going to let you get outnumbered. If something isn’t kosher, I’ll be there for you in a hot minute. You know I’ve got your back.

Cordelia studies him for a second and notes the sincerity in his tone.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yeah, I know you do.

She glances off to the side.

Cordelia Stevenson: I guess I oughta be going. Gotta get ready for later and the match with Chandler, and I guess you should do the same. Do the world a favor and shut Carmine up, will ya?

Dan rubs his forehead slowly moving his hand over his eyes. He sighs.

Dan Herrera: That’s the plan Cordy. I’ve put up with his constant jabs for long enough. It’s time to shut it all down. Do me a favor and do the same to Chandler, aight?

This causes her to chuckle.

Cordelia Stevenson: With pleasure.

She gives him and wink and an acknowledging smirk, before turning on her heels and walking away. Dan watches as she walks off, before turning and heading off down the hallway in the direction of his locker room. The scene then begins fading out.

[FGA Office]

Sebastian Grey vs. Evangelista

A calm piano tune sounds on the speakers as ice blue lighting covers the arena in a blue/grey hue. The piano tune replays itself before there is a pause...the crowd stirring before Ben Burnley comes onto the speakers screaming "BREAKDOWN!" The crowd raises to their feet as the guitar riff checks in as does the wrestler who the Breaking Benjamin tune announces the entrance of. Nodding his head to the music, Sebastian Grey jumps through the curtain, a smile on his face as he looks out at the crowd. Women closest to the guerrilla position scream out proclaiming their love for him and he winks, pointing out towards them before starting down the walkway, rolling his shoulder under his grey hoodie. Walking in a zig zag pattern, he tries to slap the hands of fans on each side, some even grabbing onto his hood as he goes by. He just laughs it off, loving the attention and appreciating it as he gets away from the aisle and to ringside, where he looks at either side of the arena before hopping up onto the ring apron and hopping over the top rope into the ring. Landing softly, he jogs over to the opposite corner and climbs up, clapping his taped hands together before pointing out towards the crowd and nodding to them as he mentally prepares for the match ahead. Hopping down from the ropes, he goes to the center of the ring, removing a chain with a pendant on it, kissing it before blessing himself and looking upward, nodding before shoving it in his tights and shrugging of his hood.

J.A. Aldridge: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Sebastian Grey!

Kris Cruise: There’s a lot of hype behind this man, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: And it may have rubbed people off the wrong way.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from St. Helens, England; she is EVANGELISTA!

Kris Cruise: Evangelista came very close to defeating Sunshine Tony for his Pride championship.

Stephy Auger: I’m sure tonight, she’s out to prove she’s a better wrestler than Carmine.

The bell rings and Sebastian and Evangelista slowly meet in the center of the ring before Sebastian extends out his hand for a handshake. Evangelista looks at the hand for a second before letting out a sigh and meeting it with her own, the two completing a handshake. The two then step back before beginning to circle the ring as they try to see who makes the first move. But eventually, after a near full circle, Evangelista attempts to go for the attack as she charges forward and attempts a running knee, but Sebastian dodges the attack and moves out of the way of the move. Evangelista then turns around and is met with a kick to the gut before grabbing her around the waist, lifting her up, and planting her with a gutwrench powerbomb. The audience cheers as Sebastian goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Sebastian Grey with a beautiful gutwrench powerbomb to start off the match and he could have it early here!

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TW-Kickout!

Stephy Auger: We should already know that Evangelista has a lot more fight in her than this. But she managed to kick out of that move before a two count could even be made.

Sebastian quickly gets to his feet and grabs Evangelista by the head before getting her up to both feet as well. He irish whips her towards the nearby ropes, which she bounces off of and begins making her way to Sebastian. Thinking on her feet, Evangelista slides through Sebastian’s legs and quickly gets to her feet before waiting for Sebastian to turn around, who she catches with a dropkick that knocks him down onto the mat. But Sebastian quickly gets to his feet once more and is met with a forearm smash to the face that forces him to reel backwards. Evangelista then catches him with a knife-edge chop that sends him reeling back into a corner, holding his chest in pain. Evangelista then catches him with multiple forearm strikes that has him leaning up against the corner, looking tired out.

The former number one contender to the Pride championship then takes a step back and nods as she looks at Sebastian in the corner before she charges forward, leaps, catches Sebastian, and then pulls back before sending him flying with a monkey flip! Grey lands on his back as Evangelista gets to her feet, the audience giving her a huge round of applause for the athletic move she pulled off. Evangelista then heads over to the corner where Sebastian is close to and climbs to the top turnbuckle while keeping her back to the former two time Platinum champion. Once at the top turnbuckle, Evangelista attempts a moonsault, but Sebastian gets his knees up at the last second and she bounces off of his knees before rolling around the mat in pain.

Kris Cruise: High risk move just did not pay off there, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and Sebastian could very well take advantage here.

Grey gets to his feet and sees that Evangelista is hurting, so he decides to attack as he grabs Evangelista by the head and gets her up to both feet before lifting her up and dropping her on her head with a brainbuster before he goes for the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Evangelista kicks out!

Sebastian quickly gets to his feet after that kickout and heads for the ropes before leaping onto the ropes and springboard backflipping off of them and landing right on Evangelista with all of his weight! The audience cheers again as Grey goes for the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Kris Cruise: Sebastian Grey really dishing out everything right now, isn’t he?

Stephy Auger: He’s got a lot to prove, Kris.

Grey shakes his head as he gets to his feet once more and thinks about what he should do next before grabbing Evangelista’s legs, kicking her in the gut, then wrapping her legs around his before locking in his sharpshooter!

Kris Cruise: Sebastian Grey locking in Platinum Roots!

Stephy Auger: And that’s definitely not a move that tickles!

Evangelista lets out a groan of pain as she quickly tries to crawl towards the ropes. It seems like she’s gonna get there, but Sebastian Grey is smarter and quickly pulls her out of the corner towards the center of the ring, to where the audience cheers as it seems like he’s closing in on a victory. But eventually, Sebastian begins to lose his grip on the legs and has to fix that, but that allows Evangelista to escape and then catch Grey right in the face with a boot that forces him to stumble back. Sebastian holds his jaw as he watches Evangelista get to her feet before he charges forward and hooks her around the waist as he goes for a belly-to-back suplex.

But Evangelista catches Sebastian with multiple elbow shots to the face that forces Sebastian to break the hold and stumble backwards. Evangelista then turns around and catches Sebastian with a european uppercut that floors the former Platinum champion, but Sebastian gets to his feet once more. But that’s a mistake because Evangelista then catches him with a jumping enzuigiri that knocks him down onto the amt and allows Evangelista to go for the cover!

Kris Cruise: What a move by Evangelista!

Stephy Auger: She really wants to get some momentum back on her side after that tough loss to Sunshine Tony.

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TWO!
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Grey kicks out.

Evangelista quickly gets to her feet, not wanting to waste any time, and sits up Sebastian Grey before making her way behind him. She then charges forward and connects with a shoot kick to the back of the head, knocking Sebastian out before she quickly goes for the cover as the audience cheers.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear that kick?! That’s called the Stevie G!

Stephy Auger: Well, it might just be a match winner!

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TWO!
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Grey kicks out!

Evangelista lets out a groan as she gets to her feet once more. She grabs Sebastian by the head and irish whips him towards the corner, where he leans up against it. Evangelista charges forward and attempts a corner splash, but Sebastian moves out of the way at the last second, forcing her to hit the corner hard before slowly stumbling out of the corner and turning around, to where Grey catches her with a boot to the gut that keels her over, then hooks her arms and places her head between his legs before planting her with Grey Matter! Another big pop from the audience as Sebastian rolls Evangelista over and goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Grey Matter connects!

Stephy Auger: This one’s over!

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TWO!
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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: The winner of this match...Sebastian Grey!

Grey gets to his feet and the ref raises his hands in the air to cheers from the audience. After the small celebration, Sebastian checks on Evangelista, who seems to slowly be coming to.

[FGA Office]

(The scene cuts backstage to where Seth Lawless is resting after his match against Cami Magna earlier in the evening; the modest catering table stands before him, stacked high with sandwiches, roasted meats and bottles of Gatorade, orange juice or water. Lawless, still dressed in his ring attire and a Tony Carmine t-shirt, grabs one of the Gatorades and takes a swig when suddenly--)

Annie Zellor: Heyyy Seth!

(--the little pixie surprises him from behind, causing Seth to splutter and choke on the drink. A sizeable amount ends up spilled down the front of his t-shirt as he turns to face Annie.)

Seth Lawless: What do you want?

Annie Zellor: I'm sorry, Seth! I didn't mean for you to spill your drink on yourself...and on your new t-shirt too!

(She grabs up a nearby napkin and starts padding Seth's chest, attempting to dry his shirt. Seth, however, grabs the napkin from her hands and pushes Annie away.)

Seth Lawless: Now I'm gonna smell like lemon Gatorade for the rest of the night...

Annie Zellor: I said sorry.

Seth Lawless: Whatever, Annie. Just ... what do you want?

Annie Zellor: I just wanted to see how you were...

(She says, meekly. Lawless towers over her menacingly; his temper seemingly flaring up slightly as Annie continues.)

Annie Zellor: ...you haven't seemed yourself since, you know.

(Pause.)

Seth Lawless: Are you seriously bringing her up to me?

Annie Zellor: Nuh uh, I neve--

Seth Lawless: What part of 'never mention this to me' confused you? I know you're a little simple but-

Annie Zellor: I'm not simple!

Seth Lawless: Then are you doing this to piss me off? Is that it?! It happened, I'm over it. Now drop it.

Annie Zellor: But you still haven't told me what happened with Mi--

(But before she can finish the sentence, Seth pushes Annie down flat on her ass. A look of shock and horror is spread across the youngster's face as Seth glares down at her.)

Seth Lawless: I said drop it.

(He snarls before walking away past Annie. She picks herself and dusts herself off before she walks away in the opposite direction, towards the ringside area.)

[FGA Office]

Infinite Empire (Tomoko Hanahara & Aidan Collins) vs. Mia Scott & Noelle Smith

Stephy Auger: This is one of the matches I’ve been waiting for all night, Kris. After the great reveal at Final Frontier that Aidan Collins was the ace in the hole, he officially debuts as a member of the FGA roster, teaming with Tomoko Hanahara in a tag match against Mia Scott and Noelle Smith.

Kris Cruise: That’s right, Stephy. We all know what a tremendous wrestler Aidan Collins is, nobody can deny the legacy he’s built for himself in this sport over the last decade. But after that swerve two weeks ago in New York, these Lowell fans won’t be showing him one ounce of love tonight.

Stephy Auger: Not a chance.

"System Blower" by Death Grips hits the venue speakers and the crowd stands to their feet directing their attention towards the curtain that lies over the wrestler entrance area. Smoke billows from a smoke machine, forming a small cloud. 14 seconds into the song, the beat drops into a menacing bass line and the curtain bursts open. It takes a moment for the smoke to clear but, when it does, a wrestler stands at the entrance.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 245lbs … He is ‘THE ACE OF THE INFINITE’ AIDAN COLLINS!

The crowd boos loudly as Aidan, representing the Infinite Empire, walks to the ring. He pays little attention to the their cheering but seems smugly satisfied by his reception. He walks to the ring, pounding his fist on the apron before pulling himself into the ring. He points at the ref, as to say "you better do what I want you to do" before backing up into his corner and cracking his neck.

Stephy Auger: Did you hear that reception, Kris? He may be one of the most hated people on the show tonight.

Kris Cruise: One of. Wait until Sunshine Scandalous or Chandler Scott wrestler later, then you’ll hear true hatred.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, hailing from Shinjuku, Japan … 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.…

Kris Cruise: Which Tomoko do you think we’re getting tonight?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, but as long as it’s not Yui, I think we’ll be ok.

Kris Cruise: Agreed.

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

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents…

Kris Cruise: After all they went through before Final Frontier – being tormented by Johnny Raike, tonight Mia Scott and Noelle Smith find themselves on the same team.

Stephy Auger: Hopefully Mia makes it to the ring this time.

Kris Cruise: We haven’t had any reports of backstage attacks…

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Orlando, Florida … She is NOELLE SMITH!

Kris Cruise: Certainly a popular young wrestler is Noelle, but you have to wonder, Stephy, will she be able to work with Mia Scott tonight?

Stephy Auger: Both of them have stated they’ll do their best to make the team work tonight, but after everything she’s been through in recent weeks and with Noelle taking the fall in the triple threat match, I’m not sure where Mia’s head is at.

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, hailing from London, England, she is MIA SCOTT!

Mia makes a slower than usual trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, climbing up the steel steps and through the ropes before making her way to her corner, where Noelle is waiting to discuss tactics. Scott seems somewhat apprehensive as the pair of them settle on who’ll start the match.

Stephy Auger: Mia Scott looking a little bit worse for wear, I hope she’s not harboring any lingering injuries after her recent series of gruelling matches.

Kris Cruise: Reports are she has some bruised ribs, but we don’t know how true those are. The fact is she’s been cleared to compete tonight, even if she appears to be letting Noelle start the match.

The bell sounds to start the match as Tomoko and Noelle look to start this match out for their respective teams. They circle the ring, teasing for a tie up; Tomoko steps forward but Noelle doesn’t take the bait, standing her ground before they resume circling one another. As Noelle steps forward, however, Tomoko grabs her with a side headlock. Wrenched once for good measure before Noelle starts to fight back, firing off a couple of side elbows into the mid-section. She manages to loosen Hanahara’s grip enough that she can push The Infinite Queen away and against the ropes, only for Noelle to get flattened by a shoulder tackle. Tomoko runs against the perpendicular ropes; Noelle rolls over onto her stomach as Hanahara skips over her before hitting the ropes again. As she comes back this time, Noelle leap frogs over her; Hanahara comes back off the ropes once more, this time leaping through the air with Thesz press! Hard right hands raining down on Noelle Smith’s head as she tries to cover up. The referee interjects, breaking up the punching combo as Smith tries to get back to her feet. Her efforts are thwarted somewhat by the stomping by her opponent, before Tomoko lifts her back up to a vertical base anyway.

Stephy Auger: Tomoko gaining the early advantage here after both she and Noelle looked to be evenly matched.

Noelle is backed into the Infinite Empire corner as Tomoko begins to stomp a mudhole in the mid-section of her opponent. Collins reaches in for a tag, which he duly receives and both members of I.E. seize the opportunity to double team poor Noelle Smith. The referee finally ushers Hanahara out onto the apron as Aidan executes a backbreaker before going for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Kickout by Noelle Smith!

Kris Cruise: Aidan Collins is a powerhouse compared to most competitors on the FGA roster, but tonight I don’t know if his opponents have an answer to his power game.

Stephy Auger: Both Mia and Noelle are adept at submissions, if they can focus on the legs of Aidan Collins they’ll neutralise that threat.

No complaints from Collins, however, as he lifts Noelle back to a seated base and delivers a swift kick to the spine. Smith howls in agony as Aidan takes a moment to enjoy the screams of his opponent before dragging her back to her feet. A few chops to the chest force Noelle back against the ropes, each one drawing a “whoo” from the fans in attendance. These are followed by an Irish whip as Smith is sent across the ring. Collins lowers his head for the back body drop – but Smith has it scouted. She counters with a boot to the face!

Stephy Auger: That’s rocked him!

Collins stands up in shock as Noelle runs back against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a forearm smash to the face! Aidan goes down, but he’s up just in time to see Noelle running against the ropes once again – only to get struck in the lower back by one of Tomoko Hanahara’s knees! Smith staggers away from the ropes, clutching her back in pain as Collins nails her with a bicycle kick! He makes the tag out to Tomoko, who enters the ring by climbing to the top rope. A picture perfect moonsault finds its mark as Tomoko lands flush across the chest of Noelle Smith before she hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Great resilience by Noelle Smith. After Tomoko took the cheap shot, she managed to kick out at two.

Smith gets the shoulder up in the nick of time. By now Mia Scott is on the apron shouting encouragement to her partner for the evening, urging Noelle to try and make the tag – but Tomoko stands between her two opponents and tells Mia in no uncertain terms that isn’t going to happen. She goes to drag Noelle back to her feet, but as she reaches a kneeling position, Noelle fires off a few punches to the gut. Followed by a sitout jawbreaker! Hanahara rolls backwards, flopping dramatically before she gets back to her feet moments after Noelle. The Infinite Queen charges at her opponent, only to get taken down by a Japanese arm drag. Again, both competitors hurry back to their feet as Noelle performs another Japanese arm drag! Smith, bolstered by her second wind, stands by the ropes waiting for Hanahara to stand back up – but Mia Scott reaches across and makes the blind tag in.

Kris Cruise: What the?

Stephy Auger: Mia not waiting for the tag and now she’s the legal competitor.

Noelle looks on in confusion as Mia enters the ring, taking the fight to The Infinite Queen with a succession of forearm smashes, forcing Hanahara back into a neutral corner, whereupon she unleashes some vicious Muay Thai style knees. The referee interjects once more, pushing Mia away as Tomoko stumbles out of the corner, right into an overhead belly to belly suplex. Wincing, Mia makes her way over and covers Tomoko.

ONE!
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TWO–NO!

Collins makes the save, delivering a stiff boot to the head of Mia Scott to break up the pin. But the Briton is still back on her feet before Tomoko, as she takes a moment to glare daggers at the retreating Aidan Collins. Her temper flaring up as Mia drags Tomoko up to a seated position and unloads some soccer kicks across the back of her opponent. After four kicks, Mia runs against the ropes, coming back with a dropkick to the face as she goes for another cover.

Stephy Auger: Did you hear that impact?

Kris Cruise: I think I even felt that dropkick, that was vicious.

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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Not enough to put Tomoko away, though.

Tomoko gets the shoulder up before Aidan can make the save, but the referee is forced to usher him back into his corner. During this time Mia goes to lift Tomoko back to her feet, only to get a thumb to the eye for her trouble. Scott staggers away, holding her face as Hanahara makes her way over and tags in Collins. The veteran enters the ring and immediately body slams the seemingly petite Mia Scott. And he scoops her right back up and delivers another body slam, forcibly slamming the Briton down across her injured back and ribs. Mia arches her back in pain as she’s dragged back to her feet once more; Collins lifts her up onto a shoulder and drives her back into the I.E. corner, sending Scott back first against the turnbuckles. He proceeds to thrust his shoulder into her mid-section seven times before making the tag out to Hanahara. Both members of Infinite Empire are in the ring as the referee starts his count, using the chance to double team Mia with a series of boots to the ribcage. The official orders Collins out of the ring as Tomoko brings Mia out of the corner and promptly executes a Russian legsweep. And the lateral press.

Stephy Auger: This could be it.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Mia Scott saved by her tag partner, but what shape are her ribs in right now, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: If those reports about her being injured were true, then she’s got to be in agony at the moment.

Noelle Smith enters the ring to make the save just in the nick of time. But as the referee ushers her out of the ring, Collins enters and begins the stomp away at the prone Mia Scott. Upon seeing this, Noelle tries to intervene, but the official cuts her off, forcing her back to her own corner. The distraction is enough for Tomoko and Aidan to work over their opponent with some stomps. Collins makes his way back to the corner before the referee turns around, none the wiser as Hanahara drags Scott towards the I.E. corner and tags in her partner. She even holds Mia’s arm up in the air, exposing the rib cage as Aidan climbs through the ropes and delivers a thunderous boot to the ribcage. Scott staggers away in pain as Collins stalks after her. An Irish whip ensues, sending Mia hurtling towards a neutral corner. She hits the turnbuckles hard, holding onto the top rope to remain upright, before Collins charges in with an avalanche attack.

Stephy Auger: The Infinite Empire have isolated Mia Scott here and they’re doing some serious damage to those ribs.

Mia Scott staggers out of the corner, right into the waiting arms of Aidan Collins as he scoops her up onto his shoulder and delivers a running powerslam. With a forearm across the face, he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: So close!

Noelle makes the save again, and at the last possible second. Collins stares at her as the referee forces Smith out of the ring, but he quickly turns his attention back to Scott as the Briton begins to rolls towards the ropes. Step by step, using the ropes for aid, Mia manages to stand back up. But she doesn’t appear to know where she is as she staggers aimlessly. Collins grabs her from behind in a rear waistlock before throwing her back with a huge German suplex – but Mia lands on her feet! The crowd roars in excitement, surprising the kneeling Aidan Collins; he turns around – SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS!

Kris Cruise: Shining Wizard! Can she make the cover?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know if she’s got the energy left in her…

Both competitors are down! Mia unable to make the cover as the referee is forced to make the count out.

“ONE!”
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“TWO!”
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“THREE!”
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“FOUR!”

Stephy Auger: Both Noelle and Tomoko are desperate for the tags here; their partners are still down in the ring though.

Collins begins to stir. On the apron both Noelle and Tomoko are screaming for the tag.

Kris Cruise: These fans are rallying behind Mia and Noelle, they don’t want to see The Infinite Empire walk away with another victory here in Lowell.

“FIVE!”
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“SIX!”

Kris Cruise: Here we go!

Mia is crawling towards her corner, a look of sheer agony etched on her face as she moves slowly. Meanwhile, Collins is almost there on the opposite side of the ring. He makes the tag out to Hanahara and the crowd roars in delight as Mia makes the tag out to Noelle! Both fresh competitors enter the ring as Noelle strikes first, taking Tomoko down with a forearm smash. Collins gets taken off the apron, the forearm smash by Noelle catching him by surprise as he falls to the outside. Tomoko is back on her feet as she charges at Noelle with a lariat – only for Smith to bridge down to evade it! She pops back up to her feet and catches the spinning Tomoko with a toe kick to the gut. SWING SET MATCH! The spinning neckbreaker connects as Noelle hooks the leg!

Stephy Auger: This has to be it! Noelle Smith going for the victory!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOOO!

Kris Cruise: What the?

Aidan Collins drags the referee out of the ring in order to prevent the three count as Noelle looks on in shock. She thought she had this match won, but Collins stopped that from happening. He slides back into the ring and charges in with a lariat attempt of his own – but Noelle ducks and counters with a spinning heel kick! It’s enough to knock Collins down before he gets back to his feet, just in time to eat a wheelbarrow bulldog. Noelle stands up, posing momentarily for the cheering fans as she once again falls victim to the blind tag from Mia Scott. The Briton enters the ring and makes a beeline for Hanahara on the far side of the ring. Smith steps out onto the apron as Scott picks Hanahara up and nails her with a double underhook snap DDT!

Kris Cruise: Tomoko Hanahara is in trouble here, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Mia Scott could have this wrapped up right here…

But before she can make the cover, Collins is back on his feet. The referee stirring on the outside as Hanahara rolls out under the bottom rope. Mia turns her attention to the rising Collins, running at him with a flying forearm smash – but he manages to push Mia off course and straight into Noelle Smith on the apron! She tumbles off the apron and into the guard rail as, in the ring, Mia staggers backwards, clutching at her head after it apparently collided with Noelle’s skull. She turns around – ICE PICK CONNECTS! And a hook of both legs by Aidan Collins!

Stephy Auger: No!

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this contest, THE INFINITE EMPIRE!

Kris Cruise: And The Infinite Empire steal a victory out from under Mia Scott and Noelle Smith here in Lowell.

Stephy Auger: Was Aidan even the legal man at the end there?

Kris Cruise: I’m not sure, I lost track with all the mayhem going on.

“System Blower” plays throughout the arena as Aidan Collins exits the ring with Tomoko Hanahara in tow; the pair of them celebrating as they make their way back up the aisle, ignoring the chorus of boos and jeers from the FGA fans as they go. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Noelle is helping Mia back to her feet, but the Briton pushes her away.

Stephy Auger: The Infinite Empire steal a victory and there’s some tension between their opponents here.

Kris Cruise: Mia didn’t seem like herself out there, is she angry at Noelle?

Stephy Auger: Maybe. Either that or she’s angry at herself. Who knows?

Mia vacates the ring, clutching at her ribcage as she makes her way up the aisle, leaving a perplexed Noelle Smith alone in the ring.

[FGA Office]

(We return to ringside where Chaz Holiday is standing in the ring, dressed in street clothes and is holding a mic. He waits for the crowd to die down before starting to speak.)

Chaz Holiday: I’m sure most of you probably think that I’m out here to demand a rematch against Mirage for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. And while I, one day, intend on getting a shot at it once again… That’s actually not why I’m out here. For now, I’m going to let it be.

As a matter of fact, I’m not out here to ask for any match. I’m not out here to challenge anyone. I’m not out here because I ‘want’ anything. I was given the show off by management but I showed up here on my own volition because I have something to get off my chest and I want to do it in front of all of you.

(He points at the fans out in the crowd.)

Chaz Holiday: Certain events that have played out recently have shed a lot of light on things, for me. It’s made me stop and think. And I’ve realized something. I’ve let things get out of hand. I’ve done something that I told myself I wouldn’t allow to happen again. I’ve let nonsense that stems from this industry, negatively affect my personal life.

Because of everything that’s happened over the last few weeks, with Mirage, I’ve done something I never wanted to do. I’ve neglected the people I love. I’ve become distant to those closest to me. I was basically a ghost to my own girlfriend. I hardly talked to her. I hardly saw her. I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t a boyfriend to her over those few weeks. Hell, I was barely a friend to her.

And my neglect branched over to my sister. I should have known better than to allow her to be in such a volatile environment. No matter what anyone says, her getting taken away and kidnapped for two weeks by Mirage was my fault. I know this wrestling industry just as well as anybody else. And I know that there are people, like Mirage, who occupy just about every locker room in just about ever wrestling promotion around the world. I allowed her to be put into a position of danger.

Not everything bad came from that incident though. My sister, Christina, has decided that because of it, her love for professional wrestling is growing. And she wants to train to, not only be able to defend herself but to do something that I once did, when I made my debut in the FGA. Become a manager within wrestling. And she’s asked me to help train her. I’m proud of my sister and of course I said yes to her request.

So what does all of this mean? What does that have to do with me being out here tonight? It’s caused me to realize that I’ve lost focus of a lot of things. It’s forced me to see that I let down people that I love. And I need to fix that.

In order to properly do so, that means I need to step away from the ring.

(A murmur begins to break out among the crowd.)

Chaz Holiday: I’m not talking about retirement. I’ve said since day one that when I retire for good, I’m going out on my own terms. I’m 26 years old. I’m feeling good. I still think I’ve got a lot left in the tank despite the injuries I’ve suffered. But I need to make up for time lost between myself and Melody. I need to focus on giving my sister the proper training that she deserves and needs to make it in this profession. So that’s why I’m out here to announce that I’m going to take an indefinite hiatus away from wrestling.

(The crowd starts to boo upon this announcement from Chaz. He mouths the words “I’m sorry” to them as he starts to walk towards the ring ropes. However before he can exit the ring, “Even Flow” by Pearl Jam hits and incites more boos and murmurs from the audience. Chaz stops and looks up at the entry way with a confused expression as “The Infection” Jake Wylde steps between the curtain. He walks to the ring slowly, making sure not to take his eyes off of Chaz who has backed away from the ropes towards the center of the ring. Jake gets to the apron and looks Chaz dead in the eye, shaking his head. He then hops up on the apron and slides into the ring, grabbing the fallen mic on the ring mat. He stands up and backs into a corner staring at Chaz who keeps mouthing “What? What do you want?” Wylde slowly lifts the mic towards his mouth.)

Jake Wylde: Chaz Holiday… It seems like since the second I stepped foot into a FGA arena all I’ve heard about is Chaz Holiday. Oh sure, you hear the stories of Jimmy Page. You hear the talks of Riley Owens. And why of course there’s people discussing the likes of Dom Harter, Malcolm Drake, Dan Herrera, Cordy Stevenson. There’s a whole list of people that everyone talks about. But at the end of the day the one it always seems to come back around to is good ol’ Chaz Holiday. The shining example of humanity and goodness in the FGA. The man who has it all and fought from the bottom of the barrel up to get it. You are the absolute personification of a good guy… Chaz.

And boy oh boy… that sure was a sad story. Look at them Chaz, you have women and children crying for you. Grown men feeling sorry for you. Congratulations Chaz, you’ve gotten exactly what you wanted out of this whole endeavor; more attention.

(Chaz shakes his head as the fans boo more.)

Jake Wylde: Don’t you dare shake your head at that. Do you not see a pattern here Chaz? I know these people aren’t smart enough to see it, but I’d like to think that, if you have even the slightest bit of respect for any of these people you call your fans that you’d admit that your entire career; hell your entire life is nothing but a cry for attention. You’re that girl who sleeps around in High School just to get someone to notice her. You’re the guy who sits on his ass at home and talks to his internet buddies complaining about how sad you are and how life would be better if you weren’t in it. You’re an attention whore, and that’s all you ever have been.

Look at the track record mate if you think I’m just running my mouth for the sake of it. One day you’re a Celebrity hair stylist, the next day you’re a Professional Wrestler. One day you’re as healthy as can be, the next day you’re retiring. One day you’re gay then when that gets old and you stop getting treated like a God because of it GUESS WHAT EVERYBODY… Chaz is bisexual! Then you walk around with your flashy wardrobes, your stupid Twitter-fed catchphrases, and a parade of broads who think you’re the be-all-end-all because by God, Chaz Holiday is just such a NICE GUY. As I said, these people might be too stupid to see it Chaz, but I’m not. I see it all. I see the masks, I see the charades, and it all comes down to one thing.

You want the sympathy, you want the admiration, and you want the attention.

(Chaz looks disgusted as Jake Wylde steps forward a little towards him with a smirk.)

Jake Wylde: So you go ahead Chaz, you take this microphone and you admit to your fans; you admit to your girlfriend, or your boyfriend, or whatever it is you have this week… and you admit to yourself that everything I’m saying is 100% true.

(Jake holds out the mic to Chaz mouthing “Do it” before Chaz takes the microhpone.)

Chaz Holiday: I don’t know why you’re out here, Jake. But I don’t have time for your games. I’m not feeding into your crap.

(He shoves the microphone back into Jake’s chest before walking away and exiting the ring, starting to walk up the entrance. Jake scowls and throws his hands up.)

Jake Wylde: Don’t you EVER turn you back on me again you lying, spineless prick.

(Chaz stops, and turns around and the fans begin to stir.)

Jake Wylde: You got your minute in the sun Chaz Holiday, now I’m going to have mine. Everyone thinks you’re this big shot icon? That you’re some great competitor and that you’re deserving of the pedestal you’re placed on? I think you’re just a bloody bitch and we all know now that the whole “Wahhhhhhh I gotta take care of my sister” and “Boo hoo I need to spend time with my girlfriend” schtick is all rubbish. So why don’t we meet up again, in this ring next week? You and me, one on one, and you can shut me up once and for all. What do you say big man?

(Chaz stares down Wylde for a moment who stands there with his scummy smirk. After thinking for a moment Chaz finally shakes his head and mouths “No” before turning and walking towards the back once more.)

Jake Wylde: … The hell do you mean no!? You just can’t say no to a challenge… you can’t just ignore me Chaz. Turn around right now… and accept my challenge. Chaz! CHAZ!

(Chaz does not, and he exits through the curtain. Jake paces a little in the ring, seemingly lost for words. He just drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, shouting “This isn’t over. Not by a bloody long shot.” into the camera before he too disappears into the back.)

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Cyncity vs. Annie Zellor

An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 110 pounds... ANNIE ZELLOR!

The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: The Sparklebuddies lost their World Tag Team Titles to The Spitfires back at Final Frontier. But not even a title loss can keep a smile off of Annie’s face.

Stephy Auger: It sure can’t. Both Spitfires are friends of hers and if given the choice, she’d much rather lose the belts to a team like The Spitfires than someone like The Black Hand. But Annie’s letting The Spitfires know that when the time is right, her and Laurel are coming back for those belts and she’s got a special #grrface saved up for them.

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 127 pounds... CYNCITY!

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

Kris Cruise: One of the biggest shocks, if not THE biggest shock at Final Frontier was seeing Cyncity turn on Dan Herrera and the rest of Team FGA.

Stephy Auger: I know her and Dan have had their issues. But that was not the time or the place for her to get even with him. This thing with the Infinite Empire is bigger than whatever issues she has going on him with. But instead, she acting selfishly. Did she single-handedly cause Team FGA to lose? No, but she damn sure contributed to the loss! And since that time, all I’ve heard out of her is excuses left and right! Her betrayal wasn’t the worst. The worst thing that happened was when she broke the hearts of all her fans and all her friends, including Annie Zellor.

The sounds as both grapplers walk towards the center of the ring. Zellor offers Cyncity a handshake. The crowd begins to boo, voicing their displeasure.

Kris Cruise: This crowd is letting Annie know that Cindy parker isn’t worthy of shaking her hand.

Cyncity looks around at the crowd. She then looks over towards Annie and nervously bites her lower lip. Cyncity slowly reaches out… and shakes her hand… then yanks her over into a side headlock.

Kris Cruise: Aw come on!

Stephy Auger: She suckered poor Annie in!

Zellor is able to shove Cyncity off of her and into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she knocks Zellor down with a running shoulder block. Cyncity looks around and is visibly annoyed at the boos and jeers from the crowd. She then runs into another set of ropes as Zellor gets back to her feet. When Cyncity comes back, she knocks over Zellor with another running shoulder block. Cyncity runs into another set of ropes as Zellor gets back to her feet. When Cyncity comes back, Zellor leap frogs over her. Cyncity continues to run into the ropes. When she comes back, Zellor goes for a hip toss. But Cyncity blocks it and knocks Zellor down with a hard clothesline. The crowd boos as Zellor curls up, clutching her chest after being knocked down.

Kris Cruise: It looked like Cyncity put a little extra on that clothesline.

Stephy Auger: After what happened at Final Frontier, nothing she does surprises me anymore.

Cyncity reaches down, yanks up Zellor by her hair and nails her with a knee strike to the midsection. After a snapmare takeover, Cyncity nails Zellor with a stiff kick to the back, causing Zellor to arch her back as she falls to her side. Cyncity reaches down, pulls Zellor up her hair and knees her in the midsection. While Zellor is doubled over, Cyncity delivers an elbow to the back of the head, sending Zellor stumbling down to one knee. Cyncity goes over, grabs Zellor by the hair and pulls her back up. She then whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Cyncity throws out a clothesline. But Zellor ducks and runs into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, she knocks down Cyncity with a Lou Thesz Press to cheers from the crowd. . She presses down Cyncity’s arms to the canvas to make the cover.

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Cyncity pushes Zellor off of her.

Both grapplers scramble to get back to a vertical base. But Cyncity’s the first to get to her feet and takes advantage with a stomp to the foot.

Kris Cruise: Another cheap shot!

As Zellor hops up and down on one leg, Cyncity steps back and connects with a standing dropkick, knocking Zellor down.

Stephy Auger: Cyncity just took advantage of a one-legged Annie Zellor! I hope she’s proud of herself!

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Zellor kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Zellor and delivers an arm wringer. The ref asks Zellor if she wants to give up. When Zellor refuses to quit, Cyncity delivers another arm wringer. Zellor can be seen cringing in pain as she continues to have her arm twisted. The ref asks asks Zellor if she wants to give up. When Zellor refuses to quit, Cyncity takes her by the wrist and yanks her arm, sending Zellor down to one knee in pain. Zellor tries to rise back to her feet. But a yank of the arm sends Zellor right back down. She reaches over with her free arm and holds her shoulder.

Kris Cruise: Annie Zellor is in immense pain right now, all thanks to Cyncity. Never in a million years did Annie probably think Cyncity would go after her like this in the ring.

Stephy Auger: Cyncity’s definitely shown a newfound edge in recent months. But it’s been turned up a notch since Final Frontier.

The ref asks Zellor if she wants to give up. But once again, Zellor refuses to quit. She then flips over with a headstand, rolls back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of her own. The crowd cheers as Cyncity can be heard groaning in pain. Zellor grabs her hands around Cyncity’s wrist and delivers a series of arm wringers. Cyncity uses her free arm to try and reach out to the ropes. But she’s nowhere near them. So she reaches over and pokes Zellor in the eyes, breaking the hold.

Kris Cruise: And there goes another cheap shot from Cindy Parker!

Stephy Auger: What lows won’t she stoop to?

Cyncity takes Zellor and whips her into the corner. Cyncity then runs towards the corner. But Zellor nails her with an elbow to the face. After moving Cyncity into the corner, Zellor unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. She then takes Cyncity and whips her into the opposite corner. Zellor runs across the ring, connects with a discus clothesline and follows up with a running bulldog. She turns Cyncity over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity kicks out.

Zellor picks up Cyncity, throws her down with Harai goshi and follows up with a rear chinlock. The ref kneels down and asks Cyncity if she wants to give up. But Cyncity responds by wagging her finger at her. After turning over onto her knees, Cyncity gets up to her feet. She then elbows Zellor several times in the midsection before delivering a shinbreaker. As Zellor hobbles on one leg, Cyncity follows up with a superkick to the back of the head, sending Zellor stumbling through the ropes and to the apron. As Zellor pulls herself up on the apron using the ropes, Cyncity marches across the ring, pulls back on the top rope and then thrusts forward, sending Zellor flying off the apron…

Kris Cruise: Annie was just sent crashing into the guard rail!

Stephy Auger: What in the world is Cindy’s problem!? What did Annie ever do to her!?!?

As Zellor curls up and squeals in pain on the floor, Cyncity rolls to the outside. She reaches down, picks up Zellor and throws her down with a scoop slam. Zellor can be seen arching her back as she moans in pain. Cyncity follows up with a stomp to the midsection. She then reaches back down, picks up Zellor and rolls her back into the ring. Once Cyncity climbs up onto the apron, Zellor lunges forward and catches her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then grabs a hold of Cyncity and tries to suplex her back into the ring. But Cyncity blocks the move. So Zellor tightens her grip before going for another suplex back into the ring. But again, Cyncity blocks the move. So Zellor lets go and takes a swipes at Cyncity. But Cyncity ducks. Zellor goes for another strike. But again, Cyncity ducks. Before Zellor can throws out another strike, Cyncity nails her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Zellor’s doubled over, Cyncity plants her with a slingshot DDT. She makes the cover.

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Zellor grabs the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Cyncity picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Cyncity bends over to set up a back body drop. Zellor counters with a sunset flip. But Cyncity rolls through it and follows up with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd boo as she makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Two quick near falls there by Cyncity. But that Annie Zellor’s got some fight in her.

Stephy Auger: She’s got a #grrface stored up for Cindy and this match isn’t going to end until she gives it to her.

Cyncity picks up Zellor and sets her up for a vertical suplex. But Zellor quickly counters with a small package.

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Cyncity kicks out.

As both grapplers scramble to get back up to their feet, Cyncity reaches over, grabs Zellor by the hair with both hands and throws her down with a mat slam. The crowd boos as Zellor curls up, holding the back of her head with both hands.

Stephy Auger: Did you see the back of Annie’s head bounce off the canvas?

Cyncity picks up Zellor and whips her hard chest-first into the corner. As Zellor stumbles back, Cyncity grabs her from behind and delivers the Glitter Driver. She makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Cyncity looks over at the ref and holds up three fingers.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity’s starting to get annoyed that she can’t put Annie away.

Stephy Auger: And that’s probably the best thing for Annie. We all know how Cindy gets when she’s frustrated. She gets knocked off her game and that’s exactly what could lead to Annie getting back in this contest.

Cyncity grabs Zellor by the hair, drags her over towards the corner and delivers a snapmare driver into the middle turnbuckle. She makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Cyncity picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, Cyncity bends over to set up a back body drop. But Zellor counters with a sitout facebuster.

Kris Cruise: Great desperation move by Annie!

Stephy Auger: Can she make the cover?

Zellor crawls over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity kicks out, causing the crowd to sigh.

Zellor picks up Cyncity and goes for an irish whip. But Cyncity reverses, sending Zellor into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, she delivers a headscissors takeover. Cyncity gets up, but Zellor knocks her down with a dropkick. Cyncity gets back up, but Zellor knocks her down with another dropkick. As Cyncity gets back up, Zellor grabs her and whips her into the corner. Zellor then runs towards the corner, hops onto Cyncity and monkey flips her out of the corner. As Cyncity gets up, Zellor rolls out onto the apron, pulls herself up using the ropes and follows up with a springboard dropkick to the back. She turns Cyncity over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up to boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise:

Stephy Auger: Annie was knocking Cindy all over the ring there. But Cindy still had the wherewithal to get her shoulder up.

Zellor picks up Cyncity and goes for an irish whip. But Cyncity reverses, sending Zellor into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Zellor hangs onto the ropes. So Cyncity runs over towards her. But Zellor nails her with an elbow to the face. As Cyncity stumbles back, Zellor heads over towards her, turns and delivers a standing shiranui to cheers from the crowd.. Zellor then heads out onto the apron. She repeatedly slaps the top turnbuckle as she waits for Cyncity to get up.

Stephy Auger: Annie’s riled up!

As Cyncity slowly turns over, Zellor heads back over towards the center of the apron. When Cyncity gets up and turns around, Zellor delivers All That Glitters. She makes the cover.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity got planted right on her head!

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up, causing the crowd to sigh.

After picking up Cyncity, Zellor delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest before running into the ropes. When Zellor comes back, she goes for a wheelbarrow bulldog. But instead of Zellor falling down and hitting the bulldog, Cyncity keeps her held up in the air.

Kris Cruise: What’s she doing here?

Cyncity runs forward and throws Zellor over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Oh no!

Zellor can be seen curled up in pain on the floor while the crowd boos.

Stephy Auger: What in the world is Cindy’s problem?

As Zellor begins to stir on the outside, Cyncity steps out onto the apron. When Zellor finally gets up and turns around, Cyncity springboards onto the top rope, flips off…

Kris Cruise: Emphatic Whispers to Annie Zellor! She’s got to be out!

Cyncity picks up Zellor, rolls her back into the ring, rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her foot on the bottom rope to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Annie’s not done! She’s still got some life left in her!

Cyncity reaches over, grabs Zellor by the hair with both hands. After pulling Zellor back up, she delivers a kiss to the cheek before taking off into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Zellor delivers a drop toe hold onto the middle rope.

Kris Cruise: Oh boy...

Stephy Auger: You know what comes next...

After Zellor gets back to her feet, she looks around the arena before throwing up the devil horns.

Stephy Auger: #GRRFACE!

Zellor takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, she swings through the middle & top ropes, going for the Rough ‘n’ Tumble. But Cyncity ducks. Once Zellor swings through the ropes and lands on her feet, Cyncity jumps up from behind and delivers The Breathtaker.

Kris Cruise: Right to the back!

As Zellor lays writhing in pain, Cyncity steps through the ropes. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with the Standing Ovation. The crowd boos as she makes the cover.

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

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

The ref raises Cyncity’s arm in victory as the crowd continues to boo.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity gets the victory. But she took several short cuts throughout.

Stephy Auger: I hope she’s happy with herself because these fans aren’t. I hope for her sake she gets it together and realizes the error of her ways. She’s better than this. I just hope she gets it before it’s too late...

[FGA Office]

Going to a camera backstage, the FGA World Tag Team Champions, The Spitfires (Ashley Sullivan and Colton Sterling) are seen talking to Cordelia Stevenson. Keeping his tag title belt against his chest and slung over his shoulder, Colton reaches between him and Ashley to where she has her own title belt sitting atop a storage container between. Taking up his girlfriend’s title belt, he holds it up for Cordy to see while holding it in a way as if he was afraid to even touch it.

Colton Sterling: You see this? This is what I get for having a crazy ass rocker girlfriend for a partner.

The tag title belt, decorated with skull decals and markers of neon coloring, it looks to be a far departure from its former owner Annie Zellor. Ashley grabs the title belt from Colton’s grip with both hands and holds it close as if it were a small child.

Ashley Sullivan: You leave my baby alone. It’s ok. The bad man didn’t mean it.

Colton can only shake his head at her.

Colton Sterling: If we get fined for that it’s on you.

Cordelia looks back and forth between the two, and musters up half of a smile.

Cordelia Stevenson: It looks dope if you ask me. Congratulations on that title win, you two. Those titles definitely look good on you. That was definitely a hell of a match with you and the Sparklebuddies. At least things went well for someone at Final Frontier.

She lets out a soft sigh, and places her hands on her hips as she shakes her head thinking back to the events of that night. Colton stops mocking his girlfriend’s belt before looking over at Cordy with a worried look on his face.

Colton Sterling: Hey, you alright? I know things didn’t go exactly as planned at Final Frontier for you...

Cordelia nods her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yeah, I’m holding up. Just a lot of things on my mind, ya know? Especially after the talk I had with Dan earlier.

She looks up and looks him in the eyes.

Cordelia Stevenson: This thing with the Infinite Empire… it’s far from over, believe me when I tell you that. But Dan, his sights are set on Cindy and rightfully so I guess. Whatever it is going on between them, it’s something that they need to nip in the bud. But we started something and I have every intention of seeing it through. The Infinite Empire aren’t just going to get away scott free. I’m not going to sit back and watch them wreak havoc. I refuse to. They’ve done enough damage as it is.

She falls silent for a second, assessing the situation in her mind.

Cordelia Stevenson: But I now have a better understanding of exactly what it is I’m up against, and I know for damn sure that this isn’t something that I can do alone.

Colton looks over at Ash before they both nod their heads at one another. Sterling then slowly turns his attention back to Cordy before clearing his throat.

Colton Sterling: You won’t have to be. We’ve got your back.

Ashley Sullivan: Yeah, we do. My head is still ringing from that chair shot Dante threw my way last time we faced against two of those jerks. Some payback is definitely in order for them. If you want people to help you with this war against the Infinite Empire, you can count on us.

Sterling smirks.

Colton Sterling: I’d love to get another chance at kicking RJ Palmer’s head off.

She glances back and forth between Ash and Colton and then gives an approving nod. Seeing the support she’s getting from the tag champions seems to bring forth a change in her demeanor.

Cordelia Stevenson: I appreciate that. I almost forgot that you two have a score of sorts to settle with them as well. I guess it’s good to know that I won’t be fighting this war alone, and given how we showed out in Secaucus not too long ago.... I know I’ve got two people in my corner that I can definitely rely on.

Colton Sterling: Yeah, that was a pretty solid rout. We just need to even out the numbers with one more person and we should be good. But, who would want to step up?

As the three are talking, they suddenly hear a creaking sound. The camera remains focused on the group; however, they all simultaneously turns towards the eastern region of the room where the noise is coming from. A few seconds later we hear a door shut. Ashley and Colton exchange a quick glance before nodding their heads. Slowly, a smile runs across Cordy’s face.

The camera fades out.

[FGA Office]

Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine vs. Dan Herrera

...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)

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Raliegh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 215 pounds... DAN HERRERA!

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera, the man that tried to rally the troops against the Infinite Empire, was stabbed in the back at Final Frontier by one of his recruits, Cindy Parker.

Stephy Auger: You know how intense Dan can get at times. You know he can’t wait to wrap his hands around her neck. But he’s got to stay focused on the “Fratdaddy General,” Tony Carmine.

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine escaped with his Pride Championship in tow when he defeated Evangelista at Final Frontier. But tonight, there won’t be any Pride Rules to abide by. The fists will be flying in this one and you can bet that Dan will be swinging for the fences.

Stephy Auger: These two are strangers to each other. They’ve squared off before in a tag match where Tony was able to hit him with a Shining Wizard. But that was different. There are no tag team partners in this one. Just the two of them going head to head.

The bell sounds as Carmine and Herrera lock up. After jockeying for position, Herrera uses his strength advantage to move Carmine across the ring. Once Herrera presses him up against the the turnbuckles, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both men slowly make a clean break. While Herrera’s got his arms in the air, Carmine rakes him across the eyes, garnering boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Tony barely followed the Pride Rules to begin with. But now that they aren’t in effect in this match, he’s going to taking any cheap shot that he can.

Stephy Auger: Would you expect anything less from someone like him?

Carmine takes Herrera and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Herrera around, Carmine unleashes a series of knife-edge chops. He then takes Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, whipping Carmine hard into the opposite corner. After Carmine’s back bounces off the turnbuckles, he stumbles out of the corner. Herrera then leans forward and throws Carmine down with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd. Carmine gets up, but Herrera knocks him down with a dropkick. Carmine gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with another dropkick. As Carmine gets up, Herrera runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Down to the outside goes Sunshine Tony!

Stephy Auger: And Dan isn’t done yet!

Herrera rolls to the outside, picks up Carmine and rolls him back into the ring. When Herrera rolls back in, Carmine gets up and kicks him in the ribs. The crowd boos as Carmine puts the boots to him. He then reaches down, picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Carmine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Herrera counters with a sunset flip.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Carmine kicks out.

Both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet. But Carmine gets back to a vertical base first and rakes Herrera across the eyes. After a knee to the midsection, Carmine delivers a snap suplex. He rolls over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Carmine picks up Herrera and whips him into the corner. Carmine then runs across the ring. But Herrera nails him with a boot to the face. As Carmine stumbles back, Herrera runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a clothesline. Carmine gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with another clothesline. After Carmine gets back up, Herrera lifts him up, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Carmine kicks out.

Herrera picks up Carmine and delivers a series of forearms to the face. He then takes Carmine and goes for an irish whip. But Carmine reverses, sending Herrera into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Carmine bends over to set up a back body drop. But Herrera stops, grabs Carmine, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. As Carmine pulls himself up on the apron, Herrera goes over to grab him. So Carmine ducks and nails Herrera with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs Herrera by the neck with both hands before dropping off the apron, delivering a hangman across the top rope. As the crowd boos, Carmine climbs back up onto the apron and knocks him down with a springboard clothesline. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Kris Cruise: How satisfying would it be for Tony to win this match?

Stephy Auger: Oh, he’d absolutely love it. Tony wants to win every match. But this one is different. He’s not just fighting for himself, surprisingly. He’s also fighting for his good friend, Cyncity. Tony would love for nothing more than to rub this loss in Dan’s face.

Carmine picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Carmine doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then scoops up Herrera from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Carmine sits up Herrera and places him in a rear chinlock. The ref kneels down, asking Herrera if he wants to quit. When Herrera refuses to give up, Carmine pulls back, increasing the pressure of the hold.

Kris Cruise: The last thing Dan wants to do is submit especially to someone like Tony. He’s going to have to fight through this pain if he wants to survive.

Herrera can be seen cringing in pain as he tries to fight off the back. The ref asks him again if he wants to give up. But Herrera refuses to quit. He begins to stir on the ground before rolling over onto his knees. Once he gets up to his feet, he elbows Carmine five time in the midsection, breaking the hold. While Carmine is doubled over, Herrera runs into the ropes. When Herrera comes back, Carmine goes for a hurricanrana. But Herrera counters with a sitout powerbomb to cheers from the crowd.

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Carmine gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Carmine and whips him into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Carmine hangs onto the ropes. Herrera sees this, so he decides to run after him. But Carmine dips his shoulder and sends Herrera over the top rope…

… but Herrera lands safely on the apron. He quickly grabs Carmine by the neck from behind and drops off the apron, delivering a reverse hangman across the top rope. The crowd cheers as Tony drops to the canvas. Herrera rolls back into the ring, pushes Carmine over and makes the cover.

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Carmine gets his shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Carmine and brings him into the corner. After hoisting himself up onto the middle ropes, he grabs Carmine and goes for a tornado DDT. But Carmine pushes him off in mid air. After Herrera lands on his feet, Carmine runs from out of the corner. But Herrera grabs him and throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He then picks Carmine back up, brings him into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and plants him with a tornado DDT. He makes the cover.

Kris Cruise: Dan just spiked him head-first on the canvas! This could be it...

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Carmine gets his shoulder up, causing the crowd to sigh.

Herrera picks up Carmine and throws him down with a scoop slam. After stepping through the ropes, Herrera makes his way across the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. But just as he reaches the top, Carmine purposely runs into the ropes, causes Herrera to slip, fall and end up crotched on the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: What could Dan have been going for there?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know. He usually doesn’t go to the top.

After heading into the corner, Carmine climbs up to the middes ropes. He then hops up onto Herrera’s shoulders before delivering a top rope hurricanrana. While Herrera is down, Carmine heads back into the corner. Once he scales to the top turnbuckle, he flips off, going for a Phoenix Splash. But the crowd explodes in cheers as Herrera rolls out of the way.

Kris Cruise: Tony misses! Tony missed the splashed off the top!

Stephy Auger:

Carmine gets up, but Herrera knocks him down with a lariat. Carmine gets back up, but Herrera knocks him down with another clothesline. As Carmine gets up, Herrera grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Carmine comes back, Herrera bends over, lifts him up and slams him down with a Samoan Drop. Herrera gets up and circles the ring, pumping his fists as the crowd is solidly behind him.

Stephy Auger: Dan's got this crowd on their feet!

After Carmine rolls himself out onto the apron, he pulls himself up using the ropes. Herrera then charges forward, dives through the ropes and spears Carmine off the apron to an explosion of cheers.

Kris Cruise: Tony goes flying off the apron with that spear! And you can bet Dan put a little extra on it, especially after the Ice Pick he recieved Aidan Collins at Final Frontier.

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

Stephy Auger: Tony doesn't appears to be moving, Kris. And neither is Dan.

Carmine continues to lay on his back as Herrera lays on top of him.


Ref: .................. FOUR.................... FIVE........................... SIX..............

SEVEN



Herrera slowly rolls off of Carmine.



EIGHT!



A groggy Carmine slwoly begins to come to.




NINE!



Herrera pulls himself up using the edge of the apron. He's about to roll himself back into the ring. But Carmine grabs him from behind and yanks him back down.




TEN!

The crowd erupts in boos as the ref calls for the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, since neither grappler could answer the ten count, the referee has ruled this match... a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The crowd boos the decision as Herrera rolls back into the ring. After pulling himself back to his feet using the ropes, he raises his arm in the air to cheers from the crowd. Carmine can be seen stalking the ringside area before snatching his Pride Championship and heading back up the ramp.

Kris Cruise: This definitely wasn't the outcome that either man wanted.

Stephy Auger: No, both of these men wanted a decisive victory and they were both robbed of that tonight. But something tells me this won't be the last time these two cross paths...

[FGA Office]

(The speakers blare into life with the beat of Faith No More's "Midlife Crisis", prompting some confusion in the auditorium.)

Stephy Augur: Whose music is this?

Kris Cruise: I don't know... another new signing maybe?

(But it is in fact someone very familiar to the FGA fans. A cheer - albeit it a bit of a hesitant one - goes up as out onto the stage walks Laurel Anne Hardy wearing an expression of death atop a Boredoms tee and pink jeans. All she's carrying is a mic in one hand and Ashley Sullivan's painted steel chair in the other, but she looks like she's got the weight of the world on her shoulders. She pauses and looks around for a moment before slowly starting to head to the ring.)

Come on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirtysomething

Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

(She slides the chair under the bottom rope, then climbs onto the apron and vaults over to join it in the ring.)

You're perfect, yes it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruated heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

(Taking her time, Laurel sets the chair up in the centre of the canvas, facing the stage.)

It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis

(She thinks it over for a moment, then turns it round to face the hard camera, then the bulk of the audience opposite the stage, before finally settling on the way it was originally. She sits down, tapping the mic on her thighs as she stares into space, lost in thought.)

What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self-attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstru-

(Suddenly Hardy waves in a 'cut the music' gesture, and it stops abruptly. After a moment she raises the microphone.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: So then.

(A murmur ripples through the crowd.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Guess I should address a couple rumours that're goin' round... yes, I was in hospital last week. No, it wasn't a suicide attempt. Sorry to anyone who's disappointed by that. Yes, Mr Rottentreats is now permanently blind in his left eye, and yes, that was caused by me, and no, I don't have the slightest regret. He got what he deserved.

(She pauses again, sucking in one cheek.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: When I say that, bear in mind - I don't want you to think I'm one of those people who revels in being crazy. One of those people who runs around sayin' shit like, "I have no empathy. I have no remorse. I'm cold as ice..." ...like it's something to be fucking proud of. Those people don't know a damn thing what it's like to actually live with mental illness - and they sure as fuck aren't scary. Those people are pathetic. Grow the fuck up, you insecure sacks of shit. Try so hard to be a monster because you're desperate, fuckin' desperate, for the attention.

(Laurel folds her arms for a moment, scowling, before raising the mic back up.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: You're almost as bad as the people who are all about the money an' titles an' sponsorship deals. There's still this myth, this pervasive idea that just won't fuckin' die, that connects titles to power. No bloody basis in reality whatsoever, but every other kid who thinks the world gives enough of a damn about 'em to bother hatin' 'em is like, "When I'm champion, I'll..." ...what, exactly? Get to make the matches? Dictate what other people think of you? Sorry, kid: power and wealth don't mean shit on their own. Money can't buy respect and power can't buy obedience. An' cheating and mind games don't make you a good wrestler. People say "a win is a win", "all that matters is being champion"... weak, worthless people say that. What the hell is a championship? A badge that says you're the best? Fuck that. Is Mirage the best? Chaz beat the absolute shit out of Mirage. He whipped that masked fuck from pillar to post. Hands up anyone in the audience who actually believes Mirage is better than Chaz Holiday.

(A few hands go up... but there are definitely a lot more Chaz fans in attendance tonight.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: It's Joshua Black all over again. Everything he did to try to end Chaz, and now who gives a fuck about Joshua Black? Who ever gave a fuck about Joshua Black? Or howbout Tony Carmine? Does anyone actually believe he's the rightful Pride Champion? He won against Riley Owens, sure. He didn't beat him. He needed Seth's help. He didn't beat Leanne at Final Frontier, either. He didn't even outsmart her, like some people would say. Cheating only counts as outsmarting if you're a fucking imbecile. Annie's too nice, she keeps giving him the benefit of the doubt. Leanne's too nice an' demurrs and says things like "I respect his talent". Well let me be as categoric as possible: Tony Carmine is a shit wrestler. He's been pro about the same amount of time as me, and he's never won a damn thing without bending or breaking the rules. He talks himself up like he's a young legend but deep down he knows that if he faced anyone, anyone even halfway competent without cheating that he wouldn't stand a fucking chance. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine, without the eye rakes and low blows, couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper bag and he damn well knows it.

(Hardy's face breaks into a sick grin.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: And then there's The Infinite Empire... oooh, The Infinite Empire. God, I can't believe I thought you idiots were actually a threat. It took Cindy turnin' on Dan and Aiden Collins showin' up for you to win. Five on two, basically, and you morons still barely pulled out the oh-so-dominating victory you promised us all. Well guess what, I've battled hordes of monsters from San Diego to Sapporo, and you fucks? You ain't shit. None of you are. Everyone who thinks what matters is getting the W through any means necessary, makin' as much money as they can any way they can, or tryna be feared because you can't be respected - Dom, Tony, Chandler, Mirage, and you better fucking believe I mean YOU an' your tosser mates, Dante Anglais - not a single one of you is anything more than a shit stain on my sole. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't personal. I ain't about to go backstage, go on Twitter an' post hashtag shots fired. I don't give a fuck what any of you shitsacks think about this, or about me. This is simply my own manifesto.

(Laurel leans forward.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Wrestling is an art form, long, long before it's a business, and too many people don't respect that. Too many people only care about what they can get out of it for themselves. I'm under no illusions of ever stopping that, but at least I can fuck people like that up. I'm not giving those people any quarter any more. I tried doing things the way people wanted me to. I tried doing things the Annie Zellor way. But I'm not Annie. I'm done doing things that way. It just makes things worse. Annie can do it - Annie Zellor is perfect and beautiful.

(Bitter sigh.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Laurel Yunokawa? Laurel Yunokawa is a psychopath. And it's time for Laurel Anne Hardy to stop pretending she's not, and accept that if she's going to do good, she needs not to suppress it - not to hold it back - but to channel it into her creations.

(She grimaces.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Now, I know what you're thinking: but Laurel, didn't you smash up Tommy Knox's knee with a metal pole?

(One hollow, wretched laugh.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: That was me holding back. People tell me when I do things like that I'm no better than them - no better than The Black Hand, or Mirage, or the Fratdaddies, or Dom Harter, or The Infinite Empire. But they're wrong. You know what the difference is between me and all of them?

(Again, she leans forward, grinning cruelly.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: I'm much worse. You want to see a real monster, FGA? Well just keep your eyes where they already are - on me. It's time for a new period in my artistic evolution.

(Abruptly, she tosses the mic over her shoulder and springs to her feet, grabbing the chair and exiting the ring. "Midlife Crisis" hits again as she stomps back to the stage, idly tagging the outstretched hands - now fewer in number than usual - as she goes.)

[ FADE OUT ]