Poughkeepsie DVD Taping (1.17.15)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Poughkeepsie DVD Taping
Mid-Hudson Civic Center
Poughkeepsie, NY

Marinette Bois Sech vs. Kevin Wolfe & Brett Owens

J.A. Aldridge: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, to my right, they are the team of Kevin Wolfe and Brett Owens!

Brett and Kevin look out into the audience and raise their hands up after their names are announced, getting a small reaction from the audience.

Kris Cruise: These two men would really love to pick up a victory here tonight, right Stephy?

Stephy Auger: Absolutely. Both men gave up a fight two weeks ago, but tonight, they could get back on track with a win.

As “Nothing Else Matters by. Metallica hits the lights dim letting the arena turn pitch black. The music plays on giving the crowd a sense of calmness. As the lyrics begin to come in the lights fade back in with a greenish tint to them as the ground is now covered in smoke. The camera pans up the ramp revealing M.B.S. standing there with their heads down. They slowly look up and begin to walk down the ramp. Halfway down the ramp they looks up to the sky with their arms spread out and howls as if he was a wolf howling to the moon. Marshall then looks around to the people in the crowd with disgust and slides into the ring. He walks over to his corner and sits on the ground resting his arms on the ropes while leaning back on the turnbuckles heads lowered waiting for his opponent.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 435 pounds, they are Miro Brendan Sperling and Marshall Byron Stevenson...M.B.S!

Kris Cruise: Now this is an intriguing group.

Stephy Auger: Intriguing indeed. Let’s see if this could be the first step towards them coming after the FGA World Tag Team championships.

Marshall Byron Stevenson and Kevin Wolfe start the match as the bell rings. Kevin charges towards Marshall, but Marshall nearly takes his head off with a big boot to stunned silence from the audience! Wolfe writhes around in the mat as the boot seems to have caught him on the nose. He slowly gets to his feet and Marshall takes his head off with a clothesline to more silence as the audience watches the MBS member take complete control in this match. Kevin Wolfe, not wanting anymore of Marshall, quickly rolls to his corner before tagging in Brett Owens, who stares at Marshall with his jaw clenched. Marshall tags in Miro, who quickly enters the ring.

Kris Cruise: It almost looks like Brett Owens doesn’t want to enter the ring.

Stephy Auger: But maybe Miro’s not as tough as Marshall?

Brett eventually enters the ring and he goes charging towards Miro before he attempts a clothesline, only for Miro to duck underneath his arm. brett quickly turns and is met with a pele kick to the face that stuns him. This then allows Miro to kick Brett right in the gut, keeling him over, before he drops him with a Twist of Fate to cheers from the audience. Miro then attempts the first pinfall attempt of the match.

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Brett kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Close call there. Let’s see if Owens and Wolfe can get some offense going.

Stephy Auger: Hopefully. Otherwise, this match may not end pretty.

Miro then grabs Brett by the hair and drags him over to his corner, but stops when he sees Kevin Wolfe trying to re-enter the match. Miro quickly tags Marshall in, then takes Wolfe’s head off with a clothesline from hell to a unanimous groan from the audience! Wolfe rolls out of the ring as Miro stands guard while Marshall enters the ring and goes to work on Owens. Marshall quickly lifts up Owens and plants him on his head with Purgatory to boos from the audience. But Marshall isn’t done as he then locks in The Gateway!

Kris Cruise: The Gateway is locked in!

Stephy Auger: No way Brett Owens slips out of this.

It only takes a few seconds before Brett Owens starts slapping the mat to boos from the audience. The bell rings and Marshall lets go of Brett before he slowly gets to his feet while J.A. makes the announcement.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners...MARINETTE BOIS SECH!

The two men stands in the center of the ring as they await for the third member to enter the ring with them. The ref looks to raise their hands, but Marquis takes over his job and raises their hands in victory.

Kris Cruise: What a dominating performance.

Stephy Auger: Could you imagine what kind of trouble they could give a team like the Spitfires or the Infinite Empire for the titles? We could be seeing future champions here...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

...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. He gives a head nod to the fans as they begin cheering his arrival. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on him.

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way before moving to the other side and slapping hands with some of them. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Once in the ring Dan walks over towards the side of the ring where the commentators and time keeper are sitting. He leans through the ropes as the fans continue to cheer. He asks for a microphone and is given it before heading back to the middle of the ring. The fans cheers die down as he starts to move the microphone to his mouth.

Dan Herrera: Hello Poughkeepsie!

Dan pauses a moment waiting for his cheap pop to wear off. They just keep cheering and he has to raise a hand to quiet them back down again.

Dan Herrera: Thanks everyone. Thanks. I don’t come out here often, but I’ve got some things to get off my chest today. So bear with me. Can you all believe that it’s the year 2015 already? As a Back to the Future enthusiast, I was expecting a lot more. Sure we got 3D movies like we saw of JAWS in Back to the Future 2. But what I want to know is where the hoverboards, self tightening shoes, and self fitting and drying jackets are. Right? And perhaps since we’ve eased into it for years we don’t notice, but it sure doesn’t seem that we’ve moved into that new era type of fashion they had in the movie. But I digress…

Dan puts the microphone down for a second and turns facing another part of the arena before speaking again.

Dan Herrera: My point is this, a new year with new beginnings right? When a new year begins, we all have goals or resolutions of what we want to accomplish in the new year. And even if they’ve not been made public, I have my own new years resolutions. I want to improve from my freshman year of professional wrestling. I want to continue to put on a show that the FGA fans can be proud of. And finally, I want to be wearing gold by the time the year ends, if not sooner.

The fans cheer the prospect of Dan finally being able to don one of FGA’s prestigious titles around his waist. He raises his eyebrows at the fans seemingly similar assessment as he bobs his head.

Dan Herrera: Exactly, a bit past due right? But it’s on me, I’ve got to do better this year. You see, I’d love to put my focus onto those things and dive right in, but there’s still something lingering over my head from 2014. You see, I can’t move forward because I still have something I need to take care of. And I think that you all know what it is.

He holds the microphone towards the fans and you can hear a few fans yell “Cindy Parker!” while others yell “Cyncity!”.

Dan Herrera: You guessed it. You see, for the past six months I’ve had a rocky relationship with my friend Cindy Parker. Multiple times I believed that we had buried the hatchet, for her to spin a 180 and drop me to my knees. She wants to think that she’s been the victor in this little fracus, and the truth be told, she has been. She’s caught me off guard, not once, but twice. Twice now she’s made me look foolish. Before I can move on into 2015 to accomplish my goals, I have to finish this little blood feud.

Dan walks around the ring a bit more before continuing to speak.

Dan Herrera: I wanted to come out here and let all the fans know that in 2015 you can expect big things from Dan Herrera. But none of that can commence until I’ve dispatched the thorn that’s been stuck in my side for the last six months. With that said, I hope you enjoy the slot of great matches that FGA has set up for you tonight, and I’ll be seeing you right before the main event…

Dan heads over to the timekeeper to hand him his microphone, but as he does someone starts to come out from the gorilla position. Dan keeps the microphone and turns around leaning against the ropes and looking toward the curtain. Moments later, a set of cheerleaders dressed as slutty Teletubbies come out of the curtain with pompoms and little cardboard signs in their hands.

Kris Cruise: What the…

Stephy Auger: Bananas in pajamas are coming down the stairs!

Kris Cruise: Wrong show… Those are Teletubby cheerleaders!

The cheerleaders get in position on the ramp and large lady weighing at least 250 waddles out the curtain with a microphone headset.

Heavyset Cheerleader: ALRIGHT LADIES! *Huffs and puffs* LETS GO!!!

Dan looks on bewildered as what appears to be the cheer captain waddles her way to the front of the cheerleaders wearing a Dan Hererra tanktop.

Heavyset Cheerleader: Oh, she owes me a burger for this. ALRIGHT LADIES. READY!

“READY!”

Heavyset Cheerleader: LETS GO!!

The cheerleaders gets in position and begin clapping their hands.

Cheerleaders: DAN! DAN! HE’S OUR MAN! IF HE CAN’T DO IT, NO ONE CAN!

Dan puts his arms out shakes his head. He looks completely confused by what is going on around him. He looks over at the announcers and they are shaking their heads along with him. He looks around the arena to make sure it’s not a distraction before looking back at the cheerleaders.

Cheerleaders: Yeah, Yeah. Does Dan suck? Yeah, Yeah. Bald on the top? Yeah, Yeah. Will he reach the top? No way!

The big cheerleader runs toward the ring and points her finger at the ring toward Dan.

Heavyset Cheerleader: AND NOW, WHAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR…. THE MVP OF FGA…. CYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

“Rumors” by Lindsay Lohan blares over the sound system as Cyncity comes out to a chorus of boos from the audience and the Red Sox jersey she was wearing wasn’t helping her as she waved at Dan and motioned for the cheerleaders to go to the back.

Cyncity: Now has any of your friends ever done something like THAT for you before, Dannyboy!? Your own cheerleading team!

Dan looks on still a bit perplexed by what just transpired. He rubs his head before he answers her question.

Dan Herrera: I can honestly say that I have NEVER seen anything like that. I’m not even sure that I wanted to see it the first time. What are you doing out here Cindy?

Cindy smirks as she watches the final few cheerleaders scatter backstage.

Cyncity: Hold on just a second! Did I hear that correctly? Did you, Dan Herrera, the most selfish man in the history of ever, just ask a question that didn’t involve Dan Herrera?!

She pulls the microphone down and rubs her eyes.

Cyncity: Holy crap! You really take that new year, new me stuff seriously, don’t you, cueball?

Dan Herrera: We must evolve to survive, right Cindy. If I were to listen to you and Tony’s biased opinions, if I didn’t make new changes in the new year, I might as well retire. Right? You seem to think that it’s all but over for me here in FGA. So why not? New year, new you too right? These theatrics. Your constant decisions to do the opposite of the things that made you such a popular successful wrestler. It’s the same don’t you think?

Dan sighs and looks at Cindy expecting her to understand what he’s saying. Cindy just laughs at Dan’s words and takes a seat atop the ramp.

Cyncity: That’s where you have it all wrong, Dan. This is the same Cyncity, only now, I’m not taking your crap, or being the person these people look at as the loveable underdog anymore. I AM A PITBULL GOSHDANGIT, AND I HAVE A BARK AND A BITE!

The crowd boos as she huffs and puffs.

Cyncity: You felt both those things, Dan. The bark and bite, but I haven’t ripped you to shreds like pitbull can yet. But I can… I can and I will if that’s what I have to do to prove that when it comes to the food chain here in FGA, Cyncity ranks above the BOSS~!

Dan laughs to himself as he thinks about everything that’s led to this point. He shakes his head as he speaks.

Dan Herrera: I’m constantly being accused of trying to trick people into thinking I’m a threat by Tony Carmine, yet here you are doing exactly what he speaks about. But I’m sure it’s different somehow right? I didn’t want any of this from you Cindy. I treated you the same as any one of my friends, and you may think of it as me ragging on you, but the fact of the matter is REAL friends hold each other accountable. Real friends help each other improve. I tried to help you improve, the same way you tried to help me. But while I met your criticism with an understanding mind, you took it as insult. You want a war Cindy, that’s fine. If I have to show FGA and everyone else on the roster where I stand by beating you and proving that I’m the better wrestler once and for all, well that’s just what I’ll do.

Cindy stands up and stares a hole through Herrera.

Cyncity: … A war?

She smiles and drops the microphone, mouthing the word “okays” while nodding her head. She turns around and walks back through the curtain.

Dan Herrera: This isn’t what I wanted Cindy. But you forced this on me, all I can do is end it.

Dan shakes his hand as he hands the microphone to the timekeeper. He shakes his head and puts his hands up as he exchanges words with the ring announcer looking really confused as to how things ended. He then turns around and heads towards the back area himself.

[FGA Office]

Evelyn Thompson vs. Prince Kaour

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

The first accords of "42 and 6" by Tool start playing around the arena as the lights start flickering and a small amount of smoke floods the floor. After five to ten seconds of the song, Prince Kaour crawls (or walks depending on body paint) out of the curtain and stands right in the middle of the ramp, his eyes closed soaking the atmosphere. After standing there for about five seconds he opens his eyes and starts walking down towards the ring, giving everyone a glare as he approaches the apron. Once there he slides into the ring and runs to the nearest turnbuckle from which he glares at the crowd some more and grins before jumping back to the canvas.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois; weighing in at 205 pounds, he is PRINCE KAOUR!

Kris Cruise: Prince Kaour is certainly looking to impress in his debut.

Stephy Auger: And you know a win in a debut could very well determine how one does in this company.

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 his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada; she is EVELYN THOMSON!

Kris Cruise: Evelyn came up short during her debut match in that fatal four way.

Stephy Auger: But a win tonight could put her back on even ground.

The bell rings and the two competitors slowly begin to circle the ring before they lock up. Evelyn, the smaller of the two, quickly manages to get Prince Kaour into a headlock, but Prince quickly slips out of it and shoves Evelyn into a corner, her chest pressed against the turnbuckles. Prince then grabs her around the waist and pulls her way from the corner before connecting with a belly to back suplex to cheers from the audience. The move seems to daze Evelyn a bit as she slowly gets up to both feet, but Prince charges forward, hooks her head, and plants her into the mat with a snap DDT! The audience cheers as Prince then goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: Prince Kaour is all over Evelyn Thomson early on.

Stephy Auger: And he could pick up the win right here.

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Evelyn kicks out.

Prince, not wanting to waste any time, gets Evelyn up to both feet, keeping her head hooked with his arm, before he lifts her up and plants her on her back with a snap suplex to cheers from the audience. But Prince doesn’t go for the cover as he gets up to both feet instead and connects with a leg drop to light cheers. He gets up to both feet once again and then leaps up and lands right on top of Evelyn with a standing moonsault to cheers from the audience before he goes for the cover once more.

Kris Cruise: Prince Kaour is not letting this young lady breathe whatsoever.

Stephy Auger: He’s definitely running on some adrenaline right now, but that speed of his seems to be working in his favor.

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Evelyn kicks out!

Prince Kaour gets up to both feet quickly and heads to the nearest corner, a smirk on his face. He quickly hoists himself up onto the top rope before standing atop it. Looking out at the audience, Prince nods his head before he leaps off and twists his body around before he goes for a corkscrew 450 splash...only for Evelyn to move out of the way and for Prince to crash and burn as he hits the mat hard. Prince writhes around the mat, in pain, as Evelyn slowly gets to her feet, holding her ribs in pain.

Evelyn waits for Prince to get to his feet before she charges forward and wraps her legs around his head before she sends him flying with a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana to cheers from the audience. Prince seems to be caught off guard as he gets up to his feet a few seconds afterwards before he turns around and is then taken down with a tilt-a-whirl arm drag! The audience applauds Evelyn’s athleticism as she gets up to both feet once more while Prince is on the mat, still trying to recover from being spun around.

Kris Cruise: Evelyn’s got some great athleticism!

Stephy Auger: I don’t think Prince Kaour expected it!

Evelyn ponders to the audience as she cups her hand around her ear, hoping for them to get louder. But when she turns around, she is caught with a quick kick to the gut that keels her over from Prince Kaour. Kaour then moves to the right side of Thomson and then charges forward before driving his knee into her skull with a running knee lift! He goes for the cover!

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Evelyn kicks out.

Kaour gets to his feet once more and motions for Evelyn to get into position. She eventually gets on all fours, allowing Prince Kaour to come charging forward and before he drives his boot onto the top of her head, driving her face right into the mat with Blackout! The audience cheers as Prince then goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: Blackout connects!

Stephy Auger: That was a hell of a curb stomp!

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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner...PRINCE KAOUR!

Prince Kaour has his hand raised by the ref to cheers from the audience. He climbs to one of the turnbuckles and points out to some of the audience members, nodding his head in the process after getting the quick victory.

[FGA Office]

We find ourselves backstage as a cameraman is passing several backstage workers and comes across Alec Sage, who ties his boots.

"Hey, hey, come here," Alec says as he notices the camera and the cameraman turns the attention towards him.

Alec Sage: "So... hey. For those of you wondering, my name is Alec Sage. They call me The Knockout Kid, they call me the top prospect of 2015... sometimes, when they see me, they call me "Holy shit, did he just hit a Double Rotation Moonsault?"... that's the story. I am here today to face mister Mike Bisignano, to put a show for you guys. And finally... to make a big leap towards my goal."

Sage smiles and nods, crossing arms across the chest.

Alec Sage: "My goal is easy. I didn't fight for my FGA contract just to be the opening match guy and a punching bag and a ragdoll for the so called big time players. Nonono, I came here to make myself a big time player. I can promise you that sooner rather than later, there's gonna be a championship belt around this waist."

He does the classic 'title around the waist' taunt.

Alec Sage: "Remember this moment, guys. This is the first chapter... in the Coming of Sage."

The Knockout Kid winks and smiles wide at the camera, then leaves as we cut back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Mike Bisignano vs. Alec Sage

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from New York, New York; weighing in at 200 pounds, he is “THE BIZ” MIKE BISIGNANO!

[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.]

Kris Cruise: The Biz certainly had an impressive showing in his debut.

Stephy Auger: And tonight, he looks to try and keep that streak going!

[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...

The intro of "Won't Back Down" echoes through the venue and people get on their feet as Pink sings the opening chorus. Just as Eminem spits out the first words of the first verse, Alec Sage storms out from the backstage and does his best to get the crowd going. He takes off his sports jacket and leaves in on the entrance, then runs towards the ring and slaps hands with several fans.

J.A. Aldridge: From Cleveland, Ohio; weighing in at 164 pounds, he is ALEC SAGE!

Alec slides into the ring and hops on the second turnbuckle immediately, showing off to the crowd once again. He hops off and shakes the hands of the ring announcer and the referee before moving to his corner, stretching out before the match.

Kris Cruise: Alec Sage managed to defeat former FGA Heavyweight champion, A.J. Fairchild in a dark match a few weeks back.

Stephy Auger: Let’s see if he can prove he’s actually that good and that wasn’t luck, huh?

As soon as the bell rings, the two competitors slowly circle around the ring. They lock up and Mike quickly takes advantage by putting Alec Sage in a headlock, then taking him down to the mat. Alec flails around a bit as he tries to remove his head out of the headlock, but Mike does not seem to want to let go as he tries to wear down the smaller competitor. Eventually, Alec is able to wrap his legs around Mike’s head before pulling him back, forcing the headlock to be broken up as Mike slips out of the legs wrapped around his head. Both competitors then get to their feet and share a staredown as the audience applauds.

The two then lock up once more, but this time, Alec slips behind Mike and dropkicks him in the back, sending him stumbling forward. Mike turns around just in time to see Alec charge towards him, allowing him to catch Alec with a quick spinning leg lariat to a round of applause from the audience. As Sage lies on the mat, The Biz attempts to go for the cover, looking to end it early.

Kris Cruise: A very nice spinning leg lariat by The Biz!

Stephy Auger: That looked like it almost took Sage’s head off.

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Sage kicks out.

The Biz gets to his feet right after and connects with an elbow drop onto Sage before he goes for the cover once more, looking to get a second straight victory.

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Sage kicks out again.

Mike gets Alec up to both feet before he irish whips him towards the closest corner, not looking to waste any time. The Biz then charges forward and leaps onto the middle turnbuckle before wrapping his arms around Sage’s neck and pulling back down, sending Sage flying with a monkey flip to applause from the audience. Mike gets to his feet quickly after hitting the maneuver and sees Sage is down towards the opposite corner. Mike charges forward, leaps over Alec, then uses the corner to springboard off of and land right on top of Alec with a springboard moonsault! The audience applauds the move as he goes for the cover once more.

Kris Cruise: A monkey flip and a springboard moonsault!

Stephy Auger: Mike’s coming out swinging, that’s for sure!

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Alec kicks out to applause.

Mike grunts after the kick out and slowly gets himself up to both feet before delivering a stomp to the midsection of Alec, forcing him to turn over on all fours. Mike then grabs Alec by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet...but Alec quickly pulls him into a small package pin!

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Mike kicks out.

The two men quickly scramble to their feet, but Mike catches Alec right in the gut with a knee before he attempts a suplex. But Alec lands behind Mike as the suplex attempt fails and waits for him to turn around before he catches Mike right in the jaw with a discus elbow that stuns him! Alec then follows that up with a kick to the gut, keeling Mike over and allowing him to hook his head before planting him onto the mat with a DDT to applause from the audience. Alec then turns Mike over and goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Nice DDT there by Alec Sage!

Stephy Auger: He’s clearly trying to work the head of The Biz.

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The Biz kicks out.

Alec quickly gets to his feet after that near fall and looks down at his foe, thinking about what to do next. Eventually, he decides to turn his back to Mike and jump up and flip backwards, connecting with a standing moonsault to applause from the audience. But Sage isn’t done there as he gets right back up to his feet and takes a step back...then charges forward and leaps up and flips before landing on Mike with a standing shooting star press to another round of applause. Alec then hooks both of Mike’s legs as he goes for the cover, looking to pick up a second straight victory.

Kris Cruise: Well, look at those two moves there by Alec Sage!

Stephy Auger: A standing moonsault and a standing shooting star press! Could this be it?

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Mike Bisignano kicks out again!

Alec shakes his head as he gets to his feet once more and tries to think of his next move. He grabs Mike by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before he irish whips The Biz. But The Biz reverses it and sends Sage towards the ropes instead. Sage bounces off of them and is quickly taken down with a clothesline by The Biz! Sage gets to his feet a split second later, but that allows Bisignano to grab him from around the waist and lift him up before planting him with a German suplex to another round of applause. Bisignano then grabs the motionless Sage and locks in Bizness Just Picked Up to a huge round of applause from the audience once more!

Kris Cruise: Hey, Stephy? I think Bizness Just Picked Up!

Stephy Auger: Good lord, that looks like it hurts like hell!

Sage lets out multiple groans of pain as he tries to wriggle out of the move. Eventually, one of his legs lands on the bottom rope, forcing the ref to tell Mike to break the hold before he has to disqualify him. Mike quickly lets go after a three count, not wanting to risk disqualification, before he slowly gets up to both feet. Mike waits for Alec to get to his feet, which he does as he holds his hurting shoulder while doing so. Mike charges in and is caught from out of nowhere with a superkick to the midsection, stopping him in his tracks.

Alec Sage then slowly gets to his feet and using his undamaged arm, he makes it to the left of Bisignano and catches him in the skull with Hellbow to another round of applause from the audience. Mike drops to the mat, face first, but Alec quickly turns him over before he quickly heads towards the nearest corner. Alec quickly leaps onto the top rope, rubbing his shoulder right afterwards. Sage slowly gets to a vertical position as he sees the laid out Bisignano before leaping off and spinning in the air. He then lands right on top of The Biz with a double rotation moonsault to a huge pop from the audience as he goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: That’s the Coming of Sage!

Stephy Auger: That’s all she wrote, folks!

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THREE!

J.A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner...ALEC SAGE!

The ref raises Alec’s hand in victory after he gets to his feet, a smile on his face. Mike slowly rolls out of the ring, and when he comes to, looks slightly disappointed. In the ring, Alec celebrates by climbing to one of the turnbuckles and raising his hands in victory.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(We cut back to the ring where we see ‘The Infection’ Jake Wylde standing with a microphone.)

Jake Wylde: I’m sure you were all sitting and wishing that because yours truly wasn’t scheduled to compete tonight that I’d just sit at home and keep my trap shut. Well, it’s my pleasure to tell you all that’s not the case, because I have some unfinished business to take care of.

(He begins to pace in the ring as the fans, already tired of listening to him, boo. He looks down at the ring and runs his hands through his hair before snapping his head up, stopping and looking into the camera.)

Jake Wylde: Chaz Holiday. Two weeks ago, I came out here and I did what I do best, I ran my mouth and pissed people off. Now I admit, it’s not the most desirable quality in someone, but hey that’s just who I am. But then I took the high road. I didn’t run and hide like most people who run off at the jaw, no no. I challenged you Chaz. I challenged you one on one. And you said no. You said you had to take care of yourself and your family. You practically told me to go pound sand and that you had better things to do then face a peon like me. You disrespected me.

(He scoffs at the camera, and throws his hands up.)

Jake Wylde: You know what!? Whatever, it’s no big deal. I’ll move on to someone else, and I’ll be just fine Chaz. But first, I need a little-... I need a little closure. Since you decided to spit in my face, I’m going to stand here and I’m going to tell each and every one of these people what a hypocritical, spotlight hogging liar you are. I’m going to tell it like it is about you mate, and I’m going to make sure NONE of these people even WANT you to come back after you go play mommy and daddy to your sis.

(The fans boo as Jake begins to pace again, still talking as he does.)

Jake Wylde: Now where shall I start? How about your little vacation you’re so hell bent on taking? That’s right, it’s such a massive coincidence that the second you lose your title and fall into one of the biggest slumps of your career that you just ‘decide’ it’s time for your to play super family man. That’s bullshit number one. Truth be told is the reason you’re taking your vacation Chaz is that you can’t handle being seen as a loser. Mirage beat you. Period. But you can’t come out here and tell all these people that, no they put you on a pedestal and there’s no way the all mighty Chaz Holiday can admit when he’s been beaten. So instead of trying to climb back up the mountain Chaz does what he always does; acts like a bitch. He backed away in hopes that you all forget that he PROVED he’s not GOOD ENOUGH. Well guess what Chaz? I’m not going to let these people forget that you’re a LOSER. You lost a fight for your sister, you lost that fight for these people, and you lost it for yourself.

But I haven’t even cracked the SURFACE of the hypocritical shell that is Chaz Holiday. Speaking of Chaz’s sister that he apparently loves just oh so much, let’s talk about her for a moment. It's nice to see Chaz's sister reuniting with her brother. At least this time, it's her going from one pussy to the other instead of it being someone going from her to someone else. Oh wait... Too soon?

(The fans boo and Jake smirks into the camera.)

Jake Wylde: Sorry Chaz, am I not supposed to bring up the fact that someone you consider a friend CHEATED on your SISTER, and yet you forgive them instantly because God forbid there be one less person kissing your ass. You want to take better care of your sister? How about you stop condoning your friends screwing around on her? That seems like a rational thing to ask for to me.

And trust me when I say I can go on and on for days Chaz. And I will. From this moment, until the second you show your pansy ass face again in the FGA. I’m going to make sure NOBODY forgets about how horrible of an idol you are, how horrible of a brother you are, and how horrible of a straight up person you are. Until you step into this bloody ring with me? You can get bent mate because there is no way I’m done yet.

(He tosses the mic to the floor and slides through the ropes, making his way up the ramp to ‘Even Flow’ to a chorus of boos.)

[FGA Office]

The scene opens backstage in the locker room area. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is seen sitting back in a chair with his feet propped up...on the the back of a woman on all fours. Another woman was styling his hair as he sat back in his ring gear and yawned.

Sunshine Tony: Hope we can get this over with. Sick of facing these same mothafuckas every single week.

He shines up the Pride Championship belt that was in his lap and and smiled down at it.

Sunshine Tony: Aren't you just the finest little thing! Mmmmuah!

Tony gave his title a nice kiss. As he did that Cyncity entered the locker room and looked down at the woman Tony was sitting on. It looked like she debated punting her in the nose just for fun, but instead used her foot to kick her like she would've kicked a couch to get his attention.

Leg Rest Ho: Owww.

Tony looks down then, and then around to see Cyn standing there still staring at the woman he's sitting on.

Cyncity: Well geeze. This is about as sorry as you can get isn't, chica?

She waits for the woman to reply but Tony points his finger down towards her face.

Sunshine Tony: Better not open your fucking mouth. Wanted to take my money and buy groceries for your family without permission? You're on cat duty for a month. YOU WILL GET NOTHING AND LIKE IT BITCH!

He rolls his eyes before closing them and taking a deep breath. The Pride Champion turns his attention to Cindy and smiles.

Sunshine Tony: Hey there love.

Cindy laughs, shocked that the woman actually listened.

Cyncity: Oh wow. She listens better than my parents dog! Maybe we need some hos?

She puts her finger on her and gives it some thought before shaking her head.

Cyncity: Nehhh. I imagine they need to use the bathroom once in awhile and I don't think I'd like anyone in my bathroom. But, yeah!

She looks around the room and looks for something normal to sit on. Once seated in metal chair, Cyn reaches into her Stitch elbow pads and pulls out a small piece of paper.

Cyncity: Okay, I have a strategy for our match on this here little piece of paper. It's not even a strategy, but a "How to" guide to survive a match with all three specifically.

She clears her throat.

Cyncity: How to avoid blindness from the light that is Mr. How Shiny is my Head. Option A...

She reaches into her kneepads and pulls out little glasses, commonly used a tanning salons.

Cyncity: Use little tanning goggle thingies.

She tosses one to Tony and wraps hers around her head, almost acting like a flight attendant.

Cyncity: Option B... Wear sunglasses. But I don't think that's a good idea cause imagine if you get the glass shattered in your eye? Ew. That'd be yucky. Okay, lets skip Dan and move to Owens.. Riley Owens...

She says in a James Bond voice.

Cyncity: How to stay awake during your match with Riley Owens. Sniff some coc--

She looks up with Tony wide-eyed.

Cyncity: Ohhhhh. SO THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!

Tony just facepalms before laughing.

Sunshine Tony: SHHHH You can't be giving away my secrets young lady! Besides, it takes a lot more than that to stay awake during a Riley Owens promo let alone a match. I need Santos with me to shoot his gun every time I'm dozing off.

He looks down at his reflection in the title belt, posing in the tanning shades and poking his lips out before freshening up his eyebrows.

Sunshine Tony: All of this isn't even necessary. You're Cindy Parker and I'm Sunshine Tony. We got the Lieutenant, the General and now Major Missy. We can't lose. Especially not to these fucking fluzis. I'll be damned if I go out there and let my team down. Dom Harter a tell you, I'm clutch in these scenarios.

Cindy looks to see if she has anything else hidden in her attire and glances back at Tony.

Cyncity: Yeah? And my record in these multiperson matches in FGA is like one and.. forty seven! I'm not losing to Riley again! I want him to keep losing like she should be! I want him all sad and depressed about how much he stinks! And Dan? Woooah hooo hoooo.

She gets angry.

Cyncity: Do not get me started on that mutant. He doesn't deserve words.

She sighs, trying not to get rowdy this early before her match.

Cyncity: Really feel bad Annie has to team with those ferrets. She's better than that. I mean, did you see our five star match at the last show?

Tony gets up from his seat and rests his foot on the ass of the girl on all fours.

Sunshine Tony: I'm not so sure if Annie's really our friend anymore Cindy.

His face gets real melancholic all of a sudden

Sunshine Tony: She really wants to kick our ass-I mean tushes. Besides, while all this stuff's been going on between you and Dan, she's taken Dan's side clearly. Condemning you for what you did at Final Frontier just like everyone else. She's giving in to his guilt tour and bought backstage passes. Annie's no better than Cordy. They both feel that you walked out on FGA and don't give a damn about how you feel beneath the surface.

Tony takes the tanning shades off and hoists the Pride championship over his shoulder and looks her in the eye.

Sunshine Tony: They're all the same Cindy, so immature. All this wrestling shit is their entire lives. They don't know how to function without this and they've never had to for the most part. People like us, we understand life on multiple levels from multiple perspectives. We're just on a higher level. That's why I can't turn my back on you like everyone else. I know what you're going through. I know how it is to be the best and having to constantly live in someone's shadow.

Cindy stands from her seat and shakes her head. She walks past Tony and toward the locker room door.

Cyncity: This is an after we win conversation me thinks. Ummm, I'll see you in the monkey position or whatever, kay?

[FGA Office]

Mirage vs. Sebastian Grey

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

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: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is SEBASTIAN GREY!

Kris Cruise: Sebastian Grey is obviously looking to get a win streak going here tonight as he takes on our Legacy champ.

Stephy Auger: I think being a former two time Platinum champion for now defunct Platinum Dynasty Wrestling tells me that Sebastian is capable of doing so.

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

J.A Aldridge: And his opponent, weighing in at 213 pounds, he is the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion....MIRAGE!

Kris Cruise: Mirage managed to wrestle away the Legacy championship away from Chaz Holiday in what a lot would consider a very brutal match.

Stephy Auger: But obviously, he needs to stop racking up more wins and add credibility to that championship belt.

Once the bell rings, the two competitors slowly circle the ring before Mirage manages to get his larger foe into a headlock. But Sebastian is smart enough to use his weight advantage only a few seconds later as he shoves Mirage to the nearby ropes, grabbing a hold of them and forcing the ref to count as he warns Mirage to break up the headlock. Mirage lets go at three and Sebastian quickly catches him with a chop to the chest, getting a sign of approval from the audience. Sebastian then kicks Mirage right in the gut, keeling him over, before he grabs his waist, lifts him up, and plants him with a gutwrench powerbomb to a big round of cheers. Sebastian then quickly goes for the cover, looking to end it early.

Kris Cruise: Beautiful gutwrench powerbomb by the former Platinum champ!

Stephy Auger: Can Sebastian put Mirage away this quickly?

ONE!
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TWO!
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Mirage kicks out.

Sebastian nods his head after the kickout and quickly goes back on the attack as he gets up to both feet before he grabs Mirage by the head and gets him up to a vertical base as well. Using his strength, Sebastian irish whips Mirage towards the close by corner. Grey then charges forward, but is met with a boot to the face, sending him stumbling backwards. Mirage then charges forward and catches Sebastian with a boot to the side of the head, connecting with an enzuigiri. After Sebastian falls to the mat, Mirage quickly goes for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Mirage does not relent though as he quickly mounts himself on top of Sebastian before he catches him with multiple lefts and rights. Once he’s finished with the punching, Mirage gets to his feet and grabs Sebastian by the head again. He irish whips Sebastian towards the ropes, but Grey reverses it and sends Mirage towards the ropes instead. Mirage bounces off of them and avoids a clothesline from Sebastian Grey, who then turns around and is met with a cross chop to the throat, keeling him over as he gasps for air. This then allows Mirage to hook his head and plant his skull into the mat with a DDT! Mirage then turns him over and goes for the cover.

Kris Cruise: Mirage is really taking it to Sebastian Grey now!

Stephy Auger: That cross chop to the throat probably didn’t tickle for Sebastian.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Sebastian kicks out to cheers from the audience.

Mirage shakes his head as he slowly gets up to both feet. He looks over at the nearby corner and while we can’t tell what his emotions are due to the mask, a smirk is likely underneath. Mirage drags Sebastian to the corner by grabbing at his hair and pulling him towards it before he exits out to the apron and climbs up the turnbuckles. Once at the top, Mirage stands and looks down at Sebastian before leaping off and attempting his patent diving double foot stomp, aka The Vanishing Hitchhiker. But Sebastian moves out of the way, forcing Mirage to stomp the mat instead. Sebastian then takes advantage of his position and quickly grabs Mirage from behind before taking him down with a belly to back suplex to a nice round of cheers from the audience. Sebastian then goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: What a belly to back suplex!

Stephy Auger: Sebastian Grey certainly showing us why he is a former Platinum champion.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Mirage kicks out.

Sebastian claps his hands together in disappointment before he grabs Mirage by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before going to lift him for a brainbuster. But Mirage seems to realize the trouble he’s in and instead manages to land behind Sebastian before reaching forward and raking Sebastian in the eyes. Mirage then waits for Sebastian to turn around before he catches him with a nasty European uppercut that floors him! But instead of going for the cover, Mirage just begins stomping away at Sebastian Grey!

The audience boos Mirage as he stomps away at the fan favorite before he gets Sebastian up to both feet, then lifts him up with all of his strength before planting him with a cradle DDT to even bigger booing from the audience. Mirage then lazily goes for the cover, not bothering to hook both of Sebastian’s legs in the process.

Kris Cruise: And Mirage calls that move the Chupacabra!

Stephy Auger: Not hooking those legs may be a mistake though!

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-Sebastian Grey kicks out!

Mirage looks at the ref, who tells him it was only a two count, before he waves him off. Mirage gets to both feet and gets Sebastian to the same stance. He then brings Sebastian to a nearby corner and kicks him in the gut before he tries to lift him up. But Grey doesn’t budge and instead catches Mirage with multiple shots to the ribs, getting some cheering from the audience. Grey then reverses Mirage’s attempt to lift him and instead lifts Mirage himself before he plants the masked man with a brainbuster! The audience lets out a huge roar of approval as Sebastian goes for the cover!

Kris Cruise: Beautiful brainbuster by Sebastian Grey!

Stephy Auger: It might be nap time for Mirage!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Mirage kicks out!

Grey just smirks after Mirage kicks out and instead of arguing with the ref, he gets up to both feet and grabs Mirage’s feet before he quickly locks in the sharpshooter he adopted from his friend Zack Jones! A sharpshooter he has named Platinum Roots! The audience cheers as Mirage begins clawing on the mat. But Sebastian’s weight advantage keeps Mirage just out of reach of the ropes, the audience yelling at Mirage to tap out.

But eventually, Mirage gets his right hand on the ropes and Sebastian quickly breaks the hold before the ref can even count two. Mirage, feeling the effects to the move, rubs his back before using the ropes to help himself up to both feet. When he turns around, he is met with a kick to the gut that keels him over before Sebastian tries to go for Grey Matter, only for Mirage to shove him backwards and quickly roll out the ring to boos.

Kris Cruise: What the hell is he doing?

Stephy Auger: He knew what was coming and bailed out before he could be hit with Grey Matter.

Mirage stares at Sebastian in the ring as the ref begins to count.

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2!

Mirage thinks about entering the ring as he gets close to it, but eventually backpedals and shakes his head as the ref continues to count.

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4!

Mirage then turns around and walks over to where his championship is being held before he yanks it out of their hands and slings it over his shoulder. In the ring, Sebastian yells at Mirage to get back in and fight.


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6!

Mirage turns around and sees Grey in the ring before shaking his head once more and heading towards the entranceway, the audience booing him out of the building (literally?).

Kris Cruise: Well, it looks like Mirage has decided to hightail it out of here.

Stephy Auger: Such a brave champion, he is.

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8!

Mirage continues to walk all the way up to the curtain before he gives one last look at Sebastian Grey in the ring. He then disappears behind the curtain as the ref counts the last two seconds.

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10!

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

Kris Cruise: Well, I’m sure it wasn’t the win Grey wanted, but it’s another W on his FGA record and it’s a pretty good start for him, isn’t it?

Stephy Auger: Indeed. Who knows what Sebastian Grey can do here in FGA?

The ref raises Sebastian’s hand to cheers before he rolls out of the ring and celebrates with some of the fans in the first row.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

(“Fault Line” by August Burns Red begins to play over the speakers. After about 30 seconds, Riley makes his way out from behind; the crowd begins to cheer. He takes a deep breath and then walks down to the ring with a mic in hand. He stares at the ring for a few seconds before sliding in. He waits for the crowd to die down a bit.)

Owens: You know, a little over a year ago my career was going nowhere. Insurgency showed some interest in me but ultimately they didn’t sign me, due to the errors their own doctors. I was trying to keep my head up; I wrestled on some small shows. But honestly, I didn’t know how much I could keep things up. Then, literally out of nowhere, I got a package from FGA. And so, I took a leap of faith and signed.

(Riley nods his head as he walks around the ring.)

Owens: Things eventually started to pick up; last year in wrestled in 10 different promotions. However, I’ve always considered FGA my home; FGA always had priority over every other place that contacted me.

(The fans cheer a bit.)

Owens: I know I haven’t been around since the company’s existence. However, I’ve poured my heart and soul into this company; I’ve shed blood and tears in the middle of this ring. I didn’t build this promotion, but there’s no doubt in my mind that helped take FGA to new heights.

(The fans continue to cheer a bit; Riley waits a few seconds for them to die down.)

Owens: Infinite Empire―when you all first came here, admittedly, I was bit preoccupied; Jimmy Page will do that to you. But now, ha, I’ve got nothing more than attention to give and aggression to release.

(He continues to walk around the ring a bit.)

Owens: Over the past few weeks my inbox has been flooded with emails, asking me to explain my actions from Lowell. Well, the answer is two-parted, and both parts are pretty simple if you think about it. What kind of damned fool would I be to allow some, “savages,” to invade my promotion and attempt to tear it down?

And of course…

(He pauses for a few seconds.)

Owens: There’s Cordy.

(The crowd goes crazy after hearing her name.)

Owens: There’s no question that she and I are close. There is also no question that Cordy was one of the few people that stepped up Infinite Empire. So, when she and the Spitfires were a man down, what else was a man like me supposed to do?

(He nods his head once again. He then turns towards the hard camera.)

Owens: Ashley, Colton, Cordy, I may have failed you all and this company at Final Frontier―but, I won’t fail the three of you in this battle, not this time.

(Riley drops the mic as his music hits. He makes his way to the back.)

[FGA Office]

(Backstage Hadley is seen walking around with a piece of paper in her hand. She looks at a door in the hallway and stops. She shakes her head as she makes her way to the next one and once she gets there she stuffs the paper back into her pocket and knocks on the door. Before it can open she pulls a really nice swiss timepiece from her pocket and waits for the door to open. Once it finally does, Cindy Parker is standing behind a slightly cracked door. The door finally opens and Cindy smiles at Hadley as she smiles back.)

Hadley: Hey Cindy, what’s up?

Cindy looked around, knowing full-well Hadley had her own grudge with Dan, but regrdless, Cyn was paranoid.

Cyncity: Ummm, Hi Hadley! I didn’t think you were gonna be here tonight! What’s shakin?

Hadley: I wanted to make sure you got your watch back. It’s way too nice to be hanging over my head to get this back to you. I really appreciate you letting me borrow it the other night when my phone broke.

Hadley extends the watch out towards Cindy inside her locker room.

Hadley: Can I come in for a second?

Cindy reaches out and grabs the watch with a smirk before stepping to the side to let Hadley in. Once Hadley was inside Cindy pushed the door shut and locked it before turning back to Hadley.

Cyncity: Can never be too careful when there’s wild Psycho Chin roaming the halls.

Hadley laughs as she goes over and sits down.

Hadley: Does he seriously do that? Tell me he does. That sounds like something that jackass would do.

Cindy chuckles.

Cyncity: Who Dan? Noo, that’s a Jimmy Page thing. Jimmy Page is Psycho Chin! But Dan’s just as nuts.

Hadley: By the way, that had to have been the best way to interrupt anyone in the ring that I’ve ever seen earlier. I think Dan’s eyes were lingering on the heavyset one a little too long if you know what I’m saying.

Hadley laughs as she pulls out her phone and looks over her twitter timeline before throwing her phone back in her purse.

Cyncity: I really can’t stand him. Seriously. And he has the dannies to call himself MY friend? After all he’s done? All he’s said? The heck with him. I’m kicking his butt tonight, and every other night he decided to shines his head in my beeswax!

Hadley: Oh I believe it. He still has the cojones to call me all the time hoping that I’m going to forgive him after the way he treated me like some money grabbing piece of garbage instead of someone who genuinely wanted to get to know him. I’m with you, I can’t stand him either.

Hadley hears noise outside Cindy’s door and looks over. The noise passes as the source moves down the hallway. Hadley then looks back to Cindy.

Hadley: I want to help you break him down. I want to help you push him to the point where he finally gives up. I want an opportunity to hurt him as much as he’s hurt me. To make him feel the way that he’s tried so hard to make you feel.

Cindy licks her lips and stares at Hadley moment to see if she can see her sincerity.

Cyncity: Break him down you say? Break him down.

Cindy nods.

Cyncity: I’ll be in touch…

A huge smile spreads across Hadley’s face. She steps to her feet and makes a move for the door. She stops looking over her shoulder at Cindy.

Hadley: Don’t take too long Cindy. Girls like us don’t like to be kept waiting.

She winks at Cindy before undoing the deadbolt on the door and stepping through it. Cindy then makes her way after her and you can hear the door lock once again as Hadley goes through it. The scene fades to black.

[FGA Office]

Malcolm Drake vs. Aidan Collins

Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy. I’ve been looking forward to this one.

Stephy Auger: After his debut at Final Frontier, Aidan Collins made his successful in-ring debut two weeks ago in Lowell when he and Tomoko Hanahara defeated the team of Mia Scott and Noelle Smith.

Kris Cruise: But tonight he’s in singles action against possibly one of the toughest opponents he’s likely to encounter here in FGA: Malcolm Drake.

Stephy Auger: That’s certainly true. Drake hasn’t been seen in action since Final Frontier when he defeated Dom Harter in that brutal dog collar match, ending his 2014 on a high note. Can he start 2015 with that same momentum?

Kris Cruise: There’s only way to find out!

"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, hailing from Manhattan, New York … 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.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts … weighing in at 190lbs … He is MALCOLM DRAKE!

The lights go out in the arena as Alice In Chain's “Man In The Box” starts playing over the speaker system. The strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance curtain in pace with the drum and base line until they reach a crescendo at the chorus and Malcolm Drake bursts through the curtain. Drake makes a bee-line for the ring without pausing to acknowledge the fans or their reaction to him, sliding under the bottom rope on his stomach as Aidan Collins rushes across to stomp away at Drake, forcing the referee to call for the bell to start this match.

Kris Cruise: Looks like this one is underway already, Stephy!

Drake does his best to fight through the attack, battling back to his feet, as Collins catches him with a toe kick to the midsection. Grabbing the former head crow by the scraggly hair, Aidan hurls him headlong into the top turnbuckle before unloading with a series of right hands to the face – until Drake blocks one! The crowd pop as Drake manages to reverse his predicament, throwing Collins back against the corner as he begins to unleash a succession of right hands himself.

Stephy Auger: If this start is any indication as to what we have in store for this match, then this is gonna be brutal!

Collins slumps down slightly in the corner as Drake circles the ring, soaking in the admiration of these Poughkeepsie fans. They’re all firmly backing him tonight. He returns to the corner, grabbing Collins by the hair before bringing him across the ring, throwing him headlong into the top turnbuckle. Drake takes the opportunity to switch his style of offense, instead using forearm shots to nail his opponent – until Collins catches him with a knee lift to the midsection. And now it’s Aidan’s turn to throw Drake back into the corner before he starts in with the forearm smashes. The referee stands by, almost helpless to try and stop either man as Collins drags his opponent’s face across the top rope. Drake hollers in pain as his eyes are rubbed against the rope, and before long finds himself resting back against the ropes. An Irish whip follows; Drake is sent across the ring whereupon he bounces back off the ropes and ducks the attempted clothesline. He goes against the ropes again, this time flying through the air with a Lou Thesz press!

Kris Cruise: Neither man has let up an inch so far, I wonder how long they can keep up this physicality.

Stephy Auger: Knowing these two, I don’t know if there is such a limit. We saw what Malcolm Drake went through at Final Frontier in that dog collar match, and Aidan Collins isn’t exactly a slouch in that ring.

Drake takes a moment again to soak up the crowd’s cheers, looking out across his adoring fans before turning his attention back to the rising Aidan Collins. The Ace of the Infinite is using the ropes to pick himself up as he spies Drake approaching. A swift shoulder to the midsection doubles Drake over before he gets planted with a DDT! An early pin attempt as Collins hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!

Kick out at two by Malcolm Drake! But there’s no time to rest or argue as Collins drags his opponent up to his feet and scoops him up onto his shoulder. Drake gets dropped throat first across the top rope before falling to the mat, clutching at his throat. He rolls out onto the apron; this only serves as an opportunity for Collins, however, as he takes a running start before connecting with a baseball slide that knocks Malcolm Drake to the mats on the outside. Collins follows him out, rolling out under the bottom rope before laying the boots into his prone foe.

Kris Cruise: This match has spilled to the outside now.

Stephy Auger: And remember, those mats aren’t very thick, so Drake must be feeling that fall.

The official starts a count out from his position in the ring as Collins grabs his opponent by the hair and hurls him into the guard rail; the nearby fans take a step back for precaution as Drake gets lifted up and dropped sternum first across the steel structure. The count is up to four as Collins continues laying into Drake with yet more boots. As the referee reaches six, Collins brings Drake back to his feet and Irish whips him shoulder first into the steel ring steps.

Kris Cruise: Drake is taking a beating here, Stephy.

Collins rolls in and out of the ring to break the count; his opponent is still down on the outside, nursing that shoulder as Aidan smirks down at him. And, with that sinister look on his face, the Ace of the Infinite begins to tear up one of the protective mats from ringside.

Stephy Auger: What’s he doing now?

Kris Cruise: Aidan Collins is exposing the hard concrete floor!

With the concrete well and truly exposed, Collins turns his attention back to Drake. The former head crow is using the ring steps to pick himself up when Collins clobbers him from behind with an axhandle smash. A swift knee to the gut and Drake is dragged away from the steps and towards where a safety mat used to be. As he’s doubled over, Collins places his opponent’s head between his legs before lifting him for a powerbomb – NO! Drake blocks it, waving his legs to fend off the attack. Aidan tries again, but once more Drake blocks it…

Stephy Auger: No way!

With an impressive show of strength, Drake manages to counter the move, delivering a back body drop that sends Collins crashing back first against the cold concrete floor! The dull thud resonates throughout the arena as the nearby fans “ooh” in sympathy; Collins himself appears to be in a considerable amount of pain. Drake uses the nearby ring apron to pick himself up before he rolls in and back out of the ring to restart the referee’s count.

Kris Cruise: Aidan Collins has fallen victim to his own trap, can Drake capitalise on his mistake?

Collins gets rolled back into the ring, followed close behind by Drake as the two men get back to their feet. A stiff headbutt by Drake connects, sending Collins reeling backwards towards the corner, only to get brought back to the center of the ring with a snapmare, followed by a hard kick to the back. A pained expression on his face as he sits there, Collins is at the mercy of his opponent; Drake runs against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a clumsy flipping neckbreaker!

Stephy Auger: It’s no secret that Aidan Collins has had neck injuries in the past…

Kris Cruise: This is clever from Malcolm Drake, wearing down his opponent’s weak parts, maybe make him vulnerable for a submission hold.

For now, however, Drake attempts a pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: Collins powers out!

Drake is physically lifted off his opponent with an impressive display of strength. Collins, however, is slow to get back to his feet; he’s caught in a seated position as Drake locks in a rear chinlock. The referee checks for a submission, but Aidan doesn’t want to give in just yet. Drake wrenches it tighter, but Collins still manages to fight back to a kneeling position. He fires off a few shots to the midsection, weakening Drake’s grip before the Ace of the Infinite is able to counter with a German suplex!

Kris Cruise: Aidan Collins may have just found a way back into this match with that back suplex.

Both men are momentarily down, both clutching at their necks as the official begins another count out.

Stephy Auger: This match is taking a lot out of either man, they’re really putting everything they have into this.

As the official’s count reaches five, Collins begins to stir. He’s crawling towards the ropes on one side of the ring as Drake is doing the same to the perpendicular set. At seven, Collins reaches a knee. Drake follows suit shortly after and they’re on their feet before the nine count as they clash in the center of the ring. Drake hits a forearm smash, only for Collins to reply in kind. Drake lands another forearm smash, and again Collins replies in kind. Drake goes for a third, but it’s blocked and Collins catches his opponent with a thumb to the eye! Malcolm staggers backwards before Collins sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip. Upon his return Drake gets levelled with a lariat! But he pops right back up, only to get knocked down by another lariat. Again, Drake pops right back up – but he’s staggering. He lunges at Aidan with a lariat of his own, but Collins hooks the arm – The Rebel Yell connects!

Kris Cruise: Oh! That could be it!

Drake’s head bounces off the mat as Collins hooks a leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: So close! The Rebel Yell could easily put away lesser opponents, but Malcolm Drake still has some fight in him tonight, Kris.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think Aidan Collins can quite believe it though.

Collins is on his feet arguing with the referee about the count, but the official assures him it was a two count only. Meanwhile, Drake is rolling towards the ropes, using them to drag himself back to his feet. A small cheers sounds out from the crowd as Drake reaches his feet whilst Aidan is still arguing with the official. The Ace of the Infinite eventually turns around to see Drake on his feet – and almost out of instinct manages to avoid the oncoming lariat! Drake turns around after missing the lariat attempt and gets caught by a toe kick to the gut. He’s hooked in place and lifted up for the brainbuster!

Kris Cruise: Drake drops down the back!

And he lands on his feet behind his opponent, steadying himself for the moment Collins turns around – roaring elbow connects! Collins drops like a sack of potatoes as Drake makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger: And now it’s Malcolm Drake’s turn to look at the referee in disbelief! He can’t believe Aidan Collins got the shoulder up just now.

Kris Cruise: I can’t believe it either, Stephy. I thought that was it.

Wearily, Drake lifts his opponent back to his feet, but Collins shoots off a punch to the midsection. And another. And a third punch followed by an uppercut that has Drake reeling. Collins goes for the Irish whip, but Drake manages to reverse it, sending Aidan running against the ropes. But he manages to hold on, stopping himself from rebounding – but he can’t stop the charging Malcolm Drake! A cactus clothesline takes both competitors over the top rope as they tumble into the aisleway. Drake is on his feet first, followed closely behind by Collins as the two men continue exchanging blows on the outside. Inside the ring, however, the referee has already begun his count out.

Stephy Auger: They need to get back into that ring before it’s too late.

Kris Cruise: The count is only at four, they have plenty of time yet.

But the action is going the wrong way; both men are brawling up the aisle way and towards the back; punches and kicks being thrown as neither man is able to get the upper hand, and the referee is left behind in the ring as the action heads back behind the curtain. The count out reaches ten and the official has no choice but to call for the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a double countout!

Kris Cruise: Not the way anyone wanted to see this match end, but I’m sure these two will meet again somewhere down the line.

Stephy Auger: Hopefully that night we’ll have a winner between the two of them.

Kris Cruise: Indeed. On the plus side, we just saw both men lay everything on the line and just keep on fighting. Plus, there’s still plenty of action left to come!

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

[We’re backstage at the Mid-Hudson Civic Center where Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum are walking through the corridors backstage, killing a little time before Karma’s match]

Cherry: Just a suggestion, J-K, but maybe I should do the talking for this one.

Karma: Y’think?

[Cherry pauses, giving Karma a “really?” look]

Cherry: Look at it this way – he faced Jimmy Page at Final Frontier and came up just a little bit short, so it’s obviously going to be a sore subject for him, so maybe approaching it with a little sensitivity…

Karma: Hey, I can do sensitivity!

Cherry: Well…um…maybe Riley could do with a more calming influence, which might make him open up a little bit more. If you get him to open up that little bit extra, maybe he’ll shed light on something that even he didn’t know until he said it.

Karma: Fine, I’ll let you try. I can’t be Good Cop all the time…

[Cherry pauses, thinking of responding, but instead knocks on the door of the locker room right next to them, which Riley Owens opens]

Cherry: So, hi, Riley – do you have a minute to talk?

[Riley glances at Karma, and then looks at Cherry. After a few moments he shrugs his shoulders.]

Owens: Yeah.

[Riley steps out of the locker room and joins them both out in the hallway.]

Owens: What can I do for you?

[Cherry casts a smug look at Karma]

Cherry: Well, as I'm sure you know, the next time Jimmy Page will be defending the FWA Championship it'll be against J-K...

Karma: And a couple of part-timers trying to steal my spotlight!

[Cherry pauses to give Karma a disapproving glance, then continues]

Cherry: Now I'm sure that, like pretty much everyone else in the locker room whose surname isn't Page, you;re sick and tired of seeing him walking around like he owns the place and shoving the belt in the face of anyone who wants to say otherwise. So with that in mind, J-K's looking for the perfect strategy to beat Page so we get something different at the top of the card and, I know it's a sore subject after Final Frontier, but I was wondering if you could possibly help us out by telling us what you did that took Page to the limit at Final Frontier?

Owens: A strategy huh?

[Riley leans against the wall a little bit.]

Owens: You know, the very first time I faced Jimmy, I had strategy; I lost that match. I came to realize coming up with a true battle plan doesn't work with Jimmy. You formulate a strategy when your opponent is a rational being; and, you two both know that he doesn't really fit into that category. 

[He lets out a small sigh.]

Owens: The best advice I can give you is to just get into that ring and fight. It's going to be a slugfest; it's going to be a war. But, if you can withstand his attack, then you'll have a chance to win.

Karma: A slugfest? Tch...

[Riley glares at Karma, as Cherry fights the urge to facepalm]

Cherry: So...what you;re saying is that, when going up against Jimmy Page, the best plan is to not plan at all, and instead you should just...ummm, what's the best way to put this?

Karma: You should be?

[Cherry looks to Karma, then looks to Riley with a hopeful expression on her face]

Cherry: Does that sound like a plan?

[Feeling himself becoming increasingly frustrated with Johnny, Riley ignores him and looks directly at Cherry.]

Owens: I wouldn't use the word "plan;" but yeah, that's the idea.

Cherry: Hmmm...

[Cherry looks at Karma]

Cherry: I can see you're getting ready for your match, so we won't be taking up anymore of your time.

[Cherry gets up and approaches the door, then pauses mid-step]

Cherry: Oh, yeah, nearly forgot - thanks for the advice!

[Cherry gives Riley a friendly wave before bundling Karma down the hallway]

Karma: So how did that go?

Cherry: I think it went well. After all, now you're a step ahead of Chandler and Sands because you've got an edge against Jimmy Page, something neither of them have. Now you just need a way to un-plan the plan you had for the match.

[Karma stops dead in his tracks]

Karma: Seriously?

Cherry: You heard what Riley said.

Karma: But it was a good plan, too...

[Karma continues to kvetch as he and Cherry continue walking down the corridor]

[FGA Office]

Johnny Karma vs. Noelle Smith

Kris Cruise: Lets cast our minds back a few weeks to when FGA was in Lowell; that night we not only saw Johnny Karma possibly secure himself a future shot at Jimmy Page and his FGA World Championship. We also saw Noelle Smith in tag action against two members of the Infinite Empire.

Stephy Auger: A losing effort, but not without it’s controversy, Kris. Aidan Collins made the pinfall that night, but we both know he wasn’t the legal man.

Kris Cruise: And Noelle’s tag partner on that evening was of course Mia Scott. The same Mia Scott she's had some "issues" with as of late.

Stephy Auger: You have to wonder what’s going on between those two, Kris. But right now she has to focus because Johnny Karma is no pushover. You just have to remember Final Frontier and his match against Kevin Hardaway.

Kris Cruise: This match should be great then!

The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma to His adoring public, and at the exact moment Jimmy Page's riff begins making love to the crowd's ears He arrives at the top of the ramp, strutting to a vantage point where the entire crowd can see Him and, as Cherry applauds Him, He blows a kiss to the arena.

Karma strolls down the ramp with Cherry stood by His side, chatting and waving to the fans who have paid to see Him do His thing tonight while making sure that every single hair on his head is in the exact place it should be.

As the pair reach ringside, Cherry quickly climbs onto the ring apron and sits on the middle rope to hold it open, as Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning to face His audience and slowly raising an arm before raising his index finger to let everyone know that He is #1, before he steps through the ropes into His ring.

Once inside His ring, Karma climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and unzips his ring jacket, looking out over His crowd and nodding in acknowledgment that they are all there to see Him, and that He is grateful for this.

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay

Karma climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring, climbing onto the opposite turnbuckle to salute His followers.

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Karma climbs down, as Cherry applauds him and prepares for his ring introduction.

Cherry Baum: Introducing first, the man who would be king or, in his case, FWA Champion...weighing in at a legal, a regal, a should be illegal 233lbs, he hails from Queens, NYC - he most certainly has not picked his feet in Poughkeepsie, he is JOHNNY KARMA!

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

Johnny Karma: Ladies and....

Karma takes a moment to remove his sunglasses, flashing his winning smile to the crowd, before adopting a deeper voice.

Johnny Karma: ...ladies.

Karma winks to the camera.

Johnny Karma: The last time I was stood in this ring I shook the world so hard it's now fourteen inches closer to Venus than it used to be which when I accepted Jimmy Page's challenge to liberate the FWA championship from his greasy fingers - and while that doesn't sound like much, please remember that the earth is kinda big and heavy compared to, oh I don't know, Pittsburgh.

Tonight, on the other hand, I merely get to rock the world of everyone in this arena as I do what I do best, and that's wrestle which, although that isn't as generally huge as announcing I will be challenging for the title, it's better than anything that's going on in any other city in the world. So with that, let's begin.

Karma hands the mic back to Cherry before removing his jacket, before getting in a few last minute stretches against the ropes.

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

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: We’re ready to start this match and I can’t wait to see this one, Stephy. Both competitors are looking to start 2015 off with a bang.

Stephy Auger: And what better way to start a new year than with a victory inside an FGA ring.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring. The New York fans giving Karma a relatively warm welcome, even upstate, as he and Noelle Smith lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. And it’s Karma who takes the initial advantage as he grabs his opponent in a side headlock, wrenching it tightly for good measure. Noelle tries to fight out of it, firing off a couple of elbows to the midsection to get Karma to loosen his grip. And it appears to be working. She manages to push Karma away against the ropes, only for him to come back with a shoulder tackle that knocks Smith down to the mat. Before she can roll over onto her front, Karma has ran against the perpendicular ropes; he hops over the prone body of his opponent and goes against the opposite ropes as well. Noelle pops back to her feet and leaps up with a dropkick – but Karma holds onto the ropes! He watches on as his opponent crashes back first down across the mat before walking towards her, tapping his temples to taunt Noelle Smith.

Stephy Auger: Karma taking a moment to remind his opponent that he was one step ahead of her just now.

A few stomps to the torso keep her grounded before Noelle is dragged back to her feet and promptly slammed back down with a simple scoop slam. Followed by a driving elbow drop down across the sternum and Karma goes for the early cover.

ONE!
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NO!

Noelle gets the shoulder up before the two count; Karma looks towards the referee but doesn’t argue as he raises Noelle to a seated position and applies a rear chinlock. The official checks for a submission, even knowing full well that it’s not forthcoming. A section of the fans begin to rally behind Noelle, urging her on in the fight back as Karma tightens his grip.

Kris Cruise: If I didn’t know better I’d say that Johnny Karma is deliberately trying to keep this match at a slow pace, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: That would certainly work to his advantage, Kris. Noelle has a faster, more high risk offense that she won’t be able to utilize if she’s kept grounded.

Despite the chinlock being wrenched in fairly well, Noelle pushes herself up to a kneeling position. Her fists shaking frantically in front of her as she feels the adrenaline beginning to surge through her. One elbow to the midsection is followed by another as the chinlock transitions into a side headlock. Karma’s grip is broken before he’s pushed away against the ropes – but he comes right back with a lariat. Which Noelle ducks! Karma stops in his tracks and turns around, but Noelle has already bounced off the ropes as she comes flying at The Karmic One with a forearm smash!

Kris Cruise: She nailed him with that flying forearm!

The crowd pop as Karma goes down, but both competitors scramble back to their feet almost straight away. Noelle remains on the offensive, taking her opponent down with a Japanese arm drag. Clutching at his lower back, Karma gets right back up, only to walk into another Japanese arm drag. After this one, however, he rolls to the outside, still clutching at his back. In the ring, Noelle spies her opponent standing, doubled over on the outside as she makes her way towards the ropes. With a vaulting motion, Noelle lifts herself up over the top rope – but Karma rushes out of the way!

Stephy Auger: Johnny Karma thinks he outsmarted Noelle there…

Kris Cruise: He hasn’t noticed her waiting on the apron.

Indeed, Noelle landed feet first on the ring apron as she waits for The Karmic Lion to turn around. Despite Cherry’s warnings, Johnny Karma turns around and immediately gets nailed with a flipping senton! Noelle earns herself a small pop from the fans with that one as, in the ring, the referee begins the count out. Karma remains splayed out on the ring mats, Cherry Baum trying to revive him as Noelle uses the guard rails to pick herself up. Cherry moves out of the way as Noelle picks her opponent back up to his feet. The referee is up to a five count before Karma is rolled back in under the bottom rope, followed close behind by Noelle. She crawls over and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Karma gets the shoulder up. Without waiting, Noelle lifts him back to his feet and forces him back towards the corner with a series of forearm smashes. She climbs up to the middle rope and proceeds to start the ten punch combo – the crowd chanting along with each punch – but Karma manages to counter, using his strength advantage to hoist Noelle up in a powerbomb position as he heads towards the center of the ring – NO! She fires away with a few shots to the face … HURRICANRANA! Noelle counters the counter into a pinning predicament!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: So close!

Karma kicks out in the nick of time and this time even Noelle looks a little flabbergasted. Cherry Baum, on the outside, was holding her breath for a moment, but she breathes a sigh of relief as Karma rolls towards the ropes, using them to regain his vertical base. Noelle makes her way over to her opponent, but Karma rakes her across the eyes. It’s enough to earn an admonishment from the official, but Karma ignores him and follows it up with a boot to the gut. An Irish whip ensues, sending Noelle towards the corner. Karma charges in after her, only to hit the turnbuckle chest first after Noelle floated over the top of him. A basement dropkick takes The Karmic One down to a single knee before Noelle pops right back up and fires off a few shoot kicks to the chest. She goes against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a lar–NO! A huge spinebuster counter by Johnny Karma!

Stephy Auger: The whole ring shook with that one, Kris. A tremendous amount of force behind that spinebuster, but can J-K capitalise?

Kris Cruise: I don’t think we’re supposed to call him that…

Noelle is flat out in the center of the ring after that spinning spinebuster, but Karma hasn’t made the cover yet. He’s seemingly short of breath after shots to the chest, but he eventually drops down on top of his opponent and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Noelle is still in this one.

Karma looks to the referee to check it wasn’t a three count, but the official assures him it was only a two. Frustrated, he drags Noelle back to her feet and pushes her towards the corner. And the crowd “whoo” along as Karma positively explodes with a succession of knife edge chops to the chest of Noelle, lighting up her exposed skin. The official intervenes around the tenth one, so Karma goes for an Irish whip, sending Noelle from pillar to post. She hits the far turnbuckle back first, clutching at her back as she staggers towards the center of the ring, straight into the NYC uppercut!

Stephy Auger: Whoa! That running uppercut almost took Noelle’s head off, Kris.

Kris Cruise: And now Johnny Karma is going up top.

Well, to the middle rope anyway. With his opponent laid out on the mat, Karma steadies himself on the middle rope before leaping, landing with a fist drop to the skull before he goes for the cover again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Again, Karma looks to the official, only to be assured it was a two-count. He drags Noelle back to her feet once more, lifting her up for a side slam before bringing her down across his knee. But Karma doesn’t let her fall to the mat after the backbreaker, instead he lifts her back up and makes his way towards the ropes, whereupon he promptly dumps Noelle through the middle ropes and to the outside. She lands in a heap on the safety mats, earning a chorus of boos from some of the fans in attendance. The referee begins his count out again as Noelle drags herself up by the ring apron. At the six count, Noelle is on her feet as Karma reaches through the ropes to grab her by the hair – only to get dropped throat first across the middle rope. He flails backwards as Noelle steps up onto the ring apron. She waits for Karma to stand before springboarding up onto the top rope and nailing her opponent flush with a missile dropkick!

Stephy Auger: The springboard dropkick connects and Noelle Smith is still in this one, Kris!

Kris Cruise: Can she take advantage of the situation though?

Both competitors are down momentarily, Noelle is showing signs of life, crawling towards the ropes slowly. Karma is stirring, sitting up in the center of the ring. Noelle stands up first as she grabs Karma by the head. SWING, SET, MATCH! NO! Karma blocks the swinging neckbreaker attempt, spinning Noelle around before he counters with The World’s Greatest Abdominal Stretch! The referee is checking for the submission, but Noelle won’t quit that easily. The hold is torqued but Noelle stretches her leg out and is able to snare the bottom rope as the official calls for a break.

Stephy Auger: He’s taking advantage of the five count here…

The referee reaches four before Karma releases the hold, allowing Noelle to stagger away. He follows after her, but Noelle catches him with a forearm smash. The crowd pop as a second forearm smash lands, then louder as the third one rocks Karma. He’s dazed, stumbling around as Noelle poises herself and unleashes a vicious roundhouse kick – NO! It’s ducked and countered with Check Your Chicklets! Karma follows up, not allowing Noelle to fall as he connects with a toe kick to the gut and a Dazed and Confused and All Messed Up! Noelle’s head bounces off the canvas before she gets rolled up, both legs hooked.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise: And the momentum continues for Johnny Karma.

Stephy Auger: A hard fought contest from Noelle Smith, but she ultimately falls to possibly the next FGA World Champion, Kris.

Kris Cruise: Indeed he might be. But what effort we’ve seen from all the competitors so far tonight. And there’s still three huge matches left to come!

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

As the intro of "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system of the Mid-Hudson Civic Center, and to to a modest cheer from the fans, out onto the entry stage walks Natalie McKinley - who is wearing her usual ring attire, and a replica Cardiff City F.C. jersey. As she makes her way towards the ring, Natalie slap hands with the fans that reach out to her on either side of the aisle; after clambering into the ring, Natalie goes to collect a microphone from J.A. Aldridge, and then walks to the centre of the ring, where she waits for her music to cease playing.

Natalie McKinley: Helllloooooo Poughkeepsie!!!

This elicits a loud cheer from the crowd; Natalie smiles, as she continues.

Natalie McKinley: After six weeks away, it feels good to be stood inside an FGA ring again.

Natalie nods her head.

Natalie McKinley: Now, this is the first time in my short career than I've gotten the chance to stand in the ring and speak on the mic, so I apologise in advance if I come across at all as awkward.

Natalie glances around, at the fans present inside the venue.

Natalie McKinley: In a short while, I'm going to be back in this ring, competing against Jimmy Page.

Boos can be heard from the crowd.

Natalie McKinley: Yeah, I know that he isn't exactly the most popular of people. Jimmy Page thinks that I don't know a lot about him - but I know more than he gives me credit for; in reality, I think it is he that doesn't know a lot about me - me, who has all of six matches under her belt.

Natalie puts her free hand on her hip.

Natalie McKinley: Speaking of belts, Jimmy Page is of course the current FGA World Champion. And in contrast to Page, perhaps I am what he says I am: a "nobody." But I'm not about to back down from this challenge - that's just not in my nature. Plus, one day, I would like to be a somebody in this sport - a win against Jimmy Page wouldn't do that cause any harm.

Natalie shakes her head.

Natalie McKinley: Am I ready for Jimmy Page? Maybe - maybe not; we'll all find out soon enough. One thing I can say, though, is that I'm not scared of Page - I didn't feel the need to have some brown coloured ring attire made specially for this match.

Natalie smirks.

Natalie McKinley: Page is wrong that underdogs don't topple the favourites any more; I could give you some examples from the recent past - although I doubt that many of you are familiar with Wigan Athletic - but I think what would be even better, would be for me to personally produce just such an example. But as I said earlier this week, if I'll need your support.

Natalie then uses her free hand to point towards the fans on each side of the ring, in turn.

Natalie McKinley: Can I count upon your support, against Jimmy Page?

The crowd cheer in response.

Natalie McKinley: Oh, and Page, I'm glad that Rocky didn't die in the third film - although if he had, I suppose that we would at least have all been spared from Rocky V.

Natalie casts a glance up the aisle, to the stage, before looking back towards the crowd.

Natalie McKinley: Well, I think it's time now for me to vacate the ring, to make way for Dante Anglais and Fujiko Mine; I look forward to seeing all of you again, very shortly.

As the fans cheer her once more, Natalie hands the microphone back to J.A. Aldridge. "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl then begins to play again, as Natalie steps through the ropes, and as she heads backstage, she slaps hands with some more of the fans.