Philadelphia DVD Taping (2.14.15)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Philadelphia DVD Taping
2300 Arena
Philadelphia, PA

Axle Aomori vs. Jason Richards

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s opening contest is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, weighting in at 202 pounds… JASON RICHARDS!

A loud howl blasts throughout the theatre as the lights go out as it stays dark the camera focuses on the entrance way as he appears out of nowhere his head is down a wolf type mask covering his mouth. He slowly raises his head we can see he is wearing ice blue contacts he begins to make his way to the ring as he seems to be in a trance with his entire focus on the ring. He walks up the ring steps and then stands on the second rope as he rips the mast off he lets out a howl of his own. He jumps down and crouches in the corner looking straight ahead.

Kris Cruise: Jason Richards participates in his first FGA match since last April. Then, he lost to Cyncity in Hershey, we’ll see how he will look tonight against a newcomer in Axle Aomori.

Stephy Auger: Let’s not forget, this guy was a champion is USA, in Japan… he’s a world traveled veteran, no greenhorn.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent comes to us from Lafayette, Indiana, weighting in at 210 pounds… AXLE AOMORI!

"Heart Vs Mind" by I Prevail hits the sound system as smoke rises up from the stage. Axle walks out through the curtain wearing his ring attire but he also has his black leather jacket on. He looks around as red and white lights flash across the arena. Axle gives a smirk, not really paying attention to anyone, he walks down the short ramp, ignoring most people, only slapping a few hands. He reaches the end of the ramp then proceeds to take the left towards the steps. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly one by one, when he reaches the apron he climbs through the top and middle ropes, then proceeds to the far corner slowly sliding down the turnbuckle to a sitting position.

Stephy Auger: Double A, as he calls himself, is a well rounded technician, but also a pretty good high flyer.

Kris Cruise: Let’s see how his FGA debut will go tonight against the experienced strog style enthusisast.

Both men lock up in the center of the ring. Axle wastes no time and quickly puts JR in a Wristlock, but the Wolf transitions into a Wristlock of his own and shoots a kick to the chest. As Aomori doubles over, Richards snapmares him into a seated position and adds another kick, this time right between the shoulderblades. He moves in front of Axle to add a front kick, but Axle quickly falls on his back and Richards misses the kick. Aomori goes for a Schoolboy.

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Richards kicks out and rolls away.

Stephy Auger: Nearly had him right there! Very good counter by Aomori.

Kris Cruise: Let’s see if he can follow it up.

He gets up by the ropes, but Aomori charges at him and nails him with a forearm. He Irish Whips the american strong style wrestler to the opposite ropes and Richards bounces back right into a Dropsault by Double A. Aomori grabs a hold of Jason’s hair and ignoring the referee who tells him not to do it, he drags him up to his feet. He hits several low kicks, then sends Richards to the ropes. JR bounces back, but dodges Aomori’s Lariat attempt and gets behind him right into a Blue Thunder Driver. With Axle on his shoulders, ref starts the count.

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Aomori gets the shoulder up.

Richards drags him up and starts a flurry of kicks to the mid-section, but Axle then catches his leg and nails him with a forearm, using the free arm. As Richards stumbles back, Aomori grabs him and goes for an Irish Whip, however, Richards counters and sends Axle to the ropes. As Double A comes back, Richards sends him up in the air and back down with a brutal Pop-Up Liger Bomb.

Kris Cruise: What a move by Richards! Great show of power by the Strong Style Wolf!

Instead of pinning his opponent after the Emerald City Bomb, he shoves his opponent away and then picks him up into a Torture Rack. As people cheer, Jason Richards drops Axle Aomori with Wolf’s Blood and makes the cover.

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"Clutch" reprises and Jason gets his arm raised in victory. After that, he stands over his fallen opponent and motions for a belt around his waist.

Kris Cruise: Well, Jason Richards definitely made quick work of Axle Aomori, especially with that brutal Torture Rack Driver. It looks like he wants to get some gold around his waist.

Stephy Auger: And with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title being vacant, he may very well have a good shot with that.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Alec Sage vs. Seth Lawless

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighting in at 164 pounds… "The Knockout Kid" ALEC SAGE!

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. 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 proclaimed that he enters this match with a whole new motivation. He wants to show the world he is more than a little kid and he definitely wants to go all the way for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title.

Stephy Auger: He especially wants to send a message to Mike Bisignano.

J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, weighting in at 240 pounds… SETH LAWLESS!

"Battle Born" hits the PA system and Seth Lawless steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After throwing on his sunglasses, he slowly walks down the ramp and avoids any interaction with the fans.

Kris Cruise: Seth Lawless has a huge weight advantage over Alec Sage… but then again, so does almost everyone. Seth’s biggest weapon is probably his mean streak. After several losses, he wants to make quick work of Alec Sage.

Stephy Auger: Lawless faces Annie Zellor in two weeks at 2015: A New Oddysey. He knows Annie will be watching this closely and he also wants to send a message. This will be intense.

As the bell rings, the opponents circle the ring. Sage tries to avoid the lock-up with the much powerful opponent and rather waits for his opponent to make the first move. Lawless swings for a punch, but Sage dodges and bounces off the ropes, trying to quicken the pace of the match. However, coming back, he is turned inside out with a Lariat.

Kris Cruise: Damn! I think he killed him right there!

Stephy Auger: Can somebody check if Alec’s head is still on his neck, please?

Seth shakes his head at Alec, then raises his opponent up and shoves him to the corner. He lights up his chest with several knife edge chops, then adds a big slap. Then, he takes a few steps back and charges to the corner, hitting a Corner Lariat, after which Sage collapses to the canvas. Lawless puts his foot on Alec’s chest, trying to pin him early.

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Sage kicks out!

Stephy Auger: I think Sage is out cold, this must have been a kickout on instinct.

Kris Cruise: Well, Seth Lawless indeed is sending a message. He’s picking Alec Sage apart.

Lawless drags Sage up and once again slaps him hard. He then moves behind him and hits a big German Suplex. He keeps to hold on and adds another German Suplex, then goes for a Release German as the final one, but Sage lands on his feet! He stumbles backwards to the corner, Lawless turns around towards him and Alec storms out of the corner hitting a Cyclone Kill! Lawless stumbles and Sage adds a Savate Kick that sends Lawless down on his bottom. As Seth his seated, Sage bounces off the ropes and nails Seth with a Running Kick that finally sends The Lawless One down on his back. Sage makes the cover.

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Lawless kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Would you look at that! There’s still fire in Alec Sage!

Alec quickly moves to the apron and motions for Seth to get up. Lawless, still rocked, gets to his feet and Sage goes for the Rolling Stone Lariat. He slingshots into the ring, but Lawless ducks and dodges the Lariat. Sage bounces off the opposite ropes and goes for a classic Lariat, but Seth dodges once again, gets behind the youngster and hits a big Release German Suplex.

Stephy Auger: Seth Lawless has probably put that fire out, dropping Sage on the back of his head like this.

Lawless covers.

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Sage kicks out!

Lawless grabs a hold of Sage and throws him out of the ring over the top rope. He follows him and picks him up, only to Powerslam him on the floor. Seth starts showing off, which draws boos from the crowd. He rolls into the ring to break the ref’s count, then comes back and raises Sage up again. Alec doubles over after a kick to the mid-section and Seth goes to Irish Whip him into the apron… but Sage jumps on the apron and then dives right back at Lawless with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick! „COME ON!“ roars Sage as the crowd cheers. He sends Lawless back to the ring and hops on the apron once again. As Lawless gets up, Sage dives through the ropes, hitting an Ace Crusher! He covers.

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Lawless kicks out!

Sage hops on the second rope and motions for his opponent to get up. Lawless makes it back to the vertical base, but Alec dives off the buckles and spikes him on his head with a Reverse Rana. And Seth is laid out, The Knockout Kid adds a Standing Moonsault and then even a Standing Shooting Star Press before finally making the cover.

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Lawless kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Seth Lawless stays alive!

Stephy Auger: Looks like Alec Sage isn’t the only one who can endure a lot of punishment.

Sage points towards the top turnbuckle and people cheer, expecting him to finish the match with The Coming of Sage. He climbs to the top rope, but he is slow – Lawless charges at him and trips his legs. He snaps a Front Facelock on Alec, who is now seated on the top rope, and drives him to the mat with a vicious DDT!

Kris Cruise: Every time Alec Sage does a nice sequence, Seth Lawless cuts in with a nasty move. This DDT spiked the Knockout Kid bad!

Both competitors are out on their back, trying to catch their breath. Suddenly, Mike Bisignano storms to the ring and waits for both men to get up. The referee stands in front of him and tells him to leave, but just as both Seth and Alec get up, Biz shoves the ref away and drops them both at once with a Double Clothesline. Referee calls for the bell, Bisignano rolls Lawless under the bottom rope out of the ring and mounts Sage and starts raining down punches. After a few of them, he lifts him up on his feet and locks him in a Double Underhook.

Kris Cruise: No way! He’s setting up for Go To Hell!

Stephy Auger: Sage may not make it to A New Odyssey!

Before Bisignano can do his destructive finisher, members of the security enter the ring and drag Bisignano away from The Knockout Kid.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a Double Disqualification.

The crowd boos as Mike escapes the ring and security helps Alec Sage on his feet.

Stephy Auger: Well, Alec Sage may want to buy the security guys a pint or two, because they just saved his well being.

Biz can be seen grabbing a mic from ringside.

The Biz: Alrighty Alec...you've had your fun but NOW...now it's time for a real professional to do some work. So how about you leave MY ring and take a front row seat while I show these lowlifes what a TRUE wrestling match is supposed to look like. Now get the hell out of the ring so I can send Prince Cow back to his succubus of a daughter.

The crowd continues to boo as Biz climbs back onto the apron. He steps back in the ring once officials help Sage exit the ring and up the aisle...

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Mike Bisignano vs. Prince Kaour

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

As the beat pulses, so do the lights in the building as the crowd begins to boo…

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

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

The fans continue to boo as the 'The Biz' 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 away the hands 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.

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.

Kris Cruise: Prince Kaour was one of the victims of Mike Bisignano’s attack last week. While the main target of The Biz was definitely Alec Sage, Kaour also wants his piece of the payback pie.

Stephy Auger: We’ve already seen Mike Bisignano cause chaos today, with Alec Sage once again being the victim.

The bell rings and Kaour immediately charges at Bisignano. He takes him off his feet with a Double Leg Takedown and starts punching him. Referee starts the count and Kaour gets off Biz at four and people cheer as he loudly roars. He waits for Mike, who uses the ropes to get up. Once he’s up on his feet, Kaour charges at him once again, but Bisignano pulls the top rope down and Prince goes over the ropes and onto the floor.

Kris Cruise: Kaour’s anger and daredevil style versus Bisignano’s ring general style and ring awareness. Styles clash right from the get go, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: : Watch out, The Biz is gonna fly!

As Kaour is slowly getting up on the outside, Bisignano slingshots over the top rope and hits a Leg Drop over the back of Kaour’s neck. Fans boo as he drags his rocked opponent up and leans him on the apron. After several stiff chops, he rolls Kaour into the ring and steps on the apron. Kaour gets up, only to be sent down once again, this time with Biz’s Springboard Cross Body right into a pinning predicament.

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Kaour kicks out!

Bisignano slides his right thumb over his throat, signalling he wants to ends this match quickly. He picks Kaour up and gets him into a position for a Ura-nage, but a flurry of elbows gets Prince out of the hold. Bisignano is still on his feet, but rocked, and Kaour takes advantage of it with a Dropkick right into the jaw, that sends the Hall of Famer on his back. Kaour bounces off the ropes and lands on Bisignano with a Rolling Thunder. He covers.

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Bisigano kicks out!

Kaour sits Bisignano up and kicks him multiple times in the back. He then bounces off the opposite ropes and adds a Hesitation Dropkick to the face of the veteran. Kaour then plays to the crowd as he smacks his biceps, signalling a Lariat. He drags Bisignano up and goes for a Short Arm Clothesline, but Mike dodges, gets behind Kaour and hits a German Suplex. He keeps the hold on, drags Kaour up and this time, he drops him with a Dragon Suplex right into a pin.

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Kaour kicks out!

Bisignano drags his opponent up, doubles him over with a knee to the gut, then goes for a few more knee strikes, this time to the head. Right after that, he snaps on a Guillotine Choke.

Kris Cruise: Mike Bisignano is sending a clear message as he picks his opponent apart, bit by bit.

Stephy Auger: How else do you send a big middle finger to the guy they call The Knockout Kid, than with leaving your opponent out cold?

Kaour struggles, but uses his power to get to his feet and shove Mike to the corner. Referee forces Bisignano to break the count and the rocked Kaour stumbles back a few steps, then falls to one knee. Bisignano takes advantage, storms out of the corner and nails Prince with a Shining Wizard… transitioned right away into a Triangle Choke!

Stephy Auger: Shining Triangle! Bisignano is once again in control after snapping on an innovative submission hold!

Kaour does his best to lift his opponent up, but always gets him only a few inches above the canvas, so the drop doesn’t really do much to Mike. Finally, he raises Bisignano up and with all the power he has left, he drops him in the corner with a Buckle Bomb. Bisignano bounces back and walks into a Short Arm Clothesline. The exhausted Kaour drapes his arm over Bisignano’s chest.

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Bisignano kicks out!

Both men crawl to the opposite ropes as the ref starts the count. At the count of six, they both drag themselves up, using the ropes. Bisignano comes charging at Kaour, but is cut off with another big Dropkick. Kaour lifts his opponent up and Irish Whips him to the corner, then places him onto the top rope. He grabs the head of his opponent and drops him with an Ace Crusher.

Kris Cruise: Rope Hung Cutter by Kaour! Off the top rope no less!

Stephy Auger: That may be all she wrote.

Kaour hooks the leg.

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Bisignano kicks out!

Prince Kaour smacks the canvas in frustration, then gets up and motions for Mike to do so as well. Bisignano gets to a vertical base slowly and Kaour doubles him over with a shoot kick to the gut. He bounces off the ropes and goes for Blackout… but Bisignano moves out of the way and Prince’s foot only finds the canvas! As quickly as possible, Mike takes advantage of the situation and locks in a Crossface Chickenwing.

Stephy Auger: Bizness Just Picked Up! This is a devastating submission move.

Kris Cruise: Indeed it, Kaour is in a diff-

Before Cruise can finish his thought, „Won’t Back Down“ hits the PA system and Bisignano immediately lets go of Kaour.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Alec Sage knows a thing or two about interferences too.

Sage indeed comes on the entrance ramp and shouts at Bisignano. The Biz, standing by the ropes facing the ramp, motions for Sage to come and get him. But instead, Kaour catches him off guard with an O’Connor Roll!

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Kris Cruise: No way! Kaour just beat Mike Bisignano with a roll-up!

Stephy Auger: Biz must be absolutely furious! But look at that huge smile that appeared on Sage’s face when his buddy Prince Kaour beat his biggest rival.

"46 and 2" reprises as Kaour quickly exits the ring. Bisignano can’t believe it and tries to argue with the referee, but ref decisively shows him three fingers, meaning he just got pinned. Prince Kaour and Alec Sage high five each other at the ramp before leaving to the backstage area again.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Colton Sterling vs. Miro Brendan Sperling

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 200lbs … He is MIRO BRENDAN SPERLING!

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 Miro Brendan Sperling standing there with his head down letting his dreads hang in his face.. He slowly looks up and begins to walk down the ramp. Halfway down the ramp he looks up to the sky with his arms spread out and howls as if he was a wolf howling to the moon. Miro 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 head lowered waiting for his opponent.

Kris Cruise: There’s no denying that the members of Marinette Bois Sech have been impressive since debuting here in FGA, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Their debut victory against Kevin Wolfe and Brett Owens, followed by Marquis Barlowe Saxon defeating O.D. Porter two weeks ago in White Plains. But tonight it’ll be Miro Brendan Sperling going one on one against one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Colton Sterling.

"Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling steps through from behind the curtains, looking out at the audience with a semi-serious look. Dressed in his ring gear and black and red hoodie, Colton has the hood over his head, but just enough to where it covers most of his light brown hair. As he stands at the top of the stage, he begins nodding his head and cracking his neck before beginning his descent down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 201lbs … He is COLTON STERLING!

Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns towards the apron before hopping onto it. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet before punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts.

Kris Cruise: Last time we saw Colton Sterling he was chasing off the member of Infinite Empire, whom we haven’t seen since. Do you think his head will be in this match or will he still be pre-occupied?

Stephy Auger: He’s a consummate professional, Kris; I’m sure Colton Sterling will be one hundred percent focused on this match here tonight.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring. They come together with a collar and elbow tie-up. Neither man seems to be getting the upper hand, that is until Miro ducks around the back with a rear waist lock. It’s quickly reversed and Colton Sterling takes his opponent down with a belly-to-back suplex. He goes to lift Miro back up to his feet, only to have his legs swept out from under him as the MBS member drops an elbow down across Sterling’s chest before going for the early cover.

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Sterling kicks out!

Stephy Auger: The early pin attempt by Miro doesn’t even get a two-count.

Both men scramble back to their feet again as Colton goes for a clothesline; it’s scouted early and ducked, allowing Miro Brendan Sperling the chance to run against the ropes. He returns with a lariat that knocks Colton off his feet, but the tag champion isn’t down for long. A second lariat knocks him right back down, however, and this time he takes a little longer to get back to his feet. Colton regains his vertical, and just in the nick of time – Miro comes charging in and executes the wheelbarrow bulldog! Colton’s head bouncing off the mat before he gets rolled over. A hook of the leg.

Kris Cruise: What athleticism from Miro Sperling, and did you see Colton’s head bounce off the mat just then? This could be it!

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Stephy Auger: So close, but it’s not enough. But you’re right, Miro Brendan Sperling has looked impressive here in the early going.

Colton gets the shoulder up. Sperling lifts the tag champ back to his feet and whips him towards the corner, following him in with a running back elbow. Another Irish whip ensues and, again, Miro runs in after his opponent – only to eat a boot to the face! Miro staggers backwards, turning around as Colton runs out of the corner and performs a chopblock! Sperling crashes to the mat, but he’s down for long. He stands right back up, and Colton goes South with a basement dropkick to the same knee. This time Miro stays down for a moment longer, allowing Colton to grab the leg and drops three elbows down across it, no more, no less. Colton stands back up, still holding the leg as he poses for the crowd. They let forth a mighty cheer for the tag champion as he goes for a spinning leg lock – only to get kicked away! Sterling stumbles towards the ropes as MBS regains his vertical base, albeit hobbling slightly. He goes to grab Colton in a rear waist lock, but MBS finds himself on the receiving end of some back elbows to the face. With the grip sufficiently loosened, Colton counters with a reverse waist lock of his own before performing a high angle back suplex! And the pin attempt.

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Miro kicks out!

Kris Cruise: Miro will have to be careful to look after that knee, otherwise Colton may exploit that weakness with one of his many submission moves.

Stephy Auger: You’re right. And he’s not in a good position right now.

Colton looks to the referee, but the official is adamant it was only a two count. Undeterred, the tag champ lifts Miro back to his feet and throws him towards the ropes. As he bounces back, Miro is caught by a running knee lift, sending him tumbling through the ropes and out onto the apron. And it appears to have had some effect on him, because Miro is slow to get back to his feet; Colton has already sensed the opportunity and has set off against the far ropes, coming back with flying forearm smash that sends his opponent crashing into the guard rail down below! The crowd cheer as Colton Sterling takes a moment in the ring to soak in some applause.

Stephy Auger: This isn’t where Miro wants to be…

The tag champ finally climbs out through the ropes and out onto the apron as he waits a few steps away from where MBS is using the railings to get back to his feet. And, just as Lord Bossou turns around, he’s met by a diving crossbody block!

Kris Cruise: Colton Sterling goes airborne! And both men are down on the outside here.

In the ring the referee is just beginning his count out.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

Colton begins gets back to his feet, dragging Miro with him; he keeps hold of the Marinette Bois Sech member by the hair as he hurls him towards the ring steps; Miro hits them knee first and tumbles over them to a cheer from the crowd as the referee continues counting.

Kris Cruise: Ow! Even I felt that one!

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

But Miro is rolled back into the ring as Colton follows close behind. He immediately covers his opponent, hooking the leg.

Stephy Auger: Could this be it?

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Miro kicks out!

Colton looks towards the referee again, but it was definitely only a two-count. Regardless, the tag champ stands back and drags Miro back up with him – but Miro catches him with an eye rake! Sterling staggers back a step, allowing MBS the chance to execute a European uppercut. Another one follows and Colton Sterling suddenly finds himself on the backfoot. Miro goes back against the ropes for some momentum before going for the Clothesline From Hell – but Colton ducks! And he’s running against the ropes before Miro can even turn around; the champion rebounds and flies at Sperling – but it’s countered with an Irish curse backbreaker!

Kris Cruise: What a devastating backbreaker! But I think that was the injured knee of Miro Brendan Sperling.

Colton is down, clutching his back in pain – but Miro is favoring that knee. He’s struggling to get back to his feet, using the ropes to stand back up as Colton pushes himself back to his feet in the center of the ring. Miro goes for a toe kick, but Colton catches the foot – he even scouts the enziguiri attempt and ducks it, but he’s not expecting the step up side kick to the jaw from Miro Brendan Sperling! The tag champ spins on the spot, seemingly dazed by that kick as Miro sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip. And the spinbuster–NO! It’s countered by a DDT!

Stephy Auger: Tremendous agility by Colton Sterling to counter that spinebuster, and he might have just saved himself, Kris.

Kris Cruise: Absolutely. Miro Brendan Speriling was in control of this match, but Colton may have just found a way back into this one.

Both competitors are down momentarily, but it’s Sterling who’s first to his feet, closely followed by Sperling. Colton lashes out with a kick to the gut, doubling Miro over before he starts unloading with a succession of knee strikes to the face. The fifth of which connects with some force! Miro is still on his feet, albeit groggy, as Colton lands the Gamengiri! That one knocks Miro down to one knee, but he appears to be heavily dazed. Meanwhile Colton ducks around back, lifts Miro back to his feet and places him in an inverted facelock – SHINING DIAMOND! The hooks of the leg.

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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise: He did it! Colton Sterling fought back to pick up the victory, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: And that may put a dampener on Marinette Bois Sech’s hopes of pursuing those tag titles, but I doubt they’ll be down for long.

Kris Cruise: Absolutely not. The Spitfires may have got one over on them tonight, but we haven’t seen the last time these two teams will cross paths.

[FGA Office]

Peaches is walking around the backstage area when she gets to the line of barricades separating the backstage area from the concession stands for the Philadelphia fans. She walks over looking out into certain areas as if she’d done this several times already. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Hadley who is carrying an empty soda cup towards the concessions looking for another refill.

Peaches: Hadley!

Hadley turns and looks at the mention of her name. She sees Peaches trying to wave her over. She turns back to head to the concession ignoring Peaches. But Peaches can be relentless, so she screams out Hadley’s name again.

Peaches: Hadley!

Hadley is annoyed enough now that she turns and starts walking toward the barricade. Once she gets close the security steps in her way.

Peaches: Let her through, that’s Dan Herrera’s sister.

Hearing Peaches say that, she cinches her nose annoyed by the comment. Security lets her through and she walks up and stands in front of Peaches. She puts her hands out as if to say “I’m here, what do you want?”.

Peaches: Listen, I know you and Dan don’t want to talk. But will you at least listen to me?

Hadley: Only if I like what you’re saying.

Peaches: Well you know Dan’s been trying to talk to you. Why don’t you give him a chance to make things up to you?

Hadley: Because he’s already had a chance. He blew it.

Peaches frowns and rubs her palms on her pants, nervous.

Peaches: He knows he blew it. He really does. It eats him up all the time. All I know is he really wants to make it up to you. He wants to get to know you.

Hadley: You know how well it went for his last girlfriend to go behind Dan’s back to talk to me? You’ll soon be hanging out with Rowan Grae in the Dan Herrera Ex group.

Peaches looks at the floor and shakes her head.

Peaches: This time it’s different. I’m trying to help him do something he wants to do.

Hadley comes over and puts a hand on Peaches shoulder.

Hadley: Well why don’t you AND Dan, stop trying so hard. I’m getting tired of it.

Hadley turns and walks back past the security guards toward the concession stands. Peaches walks away from Hadley a bit perturbed that the conversation with Dan’s half sister did not go as well as she had planned. He knows that his last girlfriend getting involved with her is what led to their breakup, but she knew this time would be different. Staring at the ground, feeling a bit defeated, Peaches walked around the corner of the hallway back towards the FGA locker rooms. Suddenly she slams into someone. She looks up and Cindy Parker is standing there with her arms out as a soda slams to the ground splashing on the both of them.

Cyncity: Goldilocks looking for the three bears?

Cindy reaches forward and flicks Peaches long, blonde hair.

Cyncity: Oh, how silly of me! This Goldilocks is only interested in Poppa Bear, right?

Cyn laughs and she reaches down and slips up her knee pads.

Cyncity: Now tell me something, Peaches.

She says her rivals girlfriends name with sass.

Cyncity: Do you agree that Mr. How Shiny is My Head looks like Buzz Lightyear?

Peaches thinks for a moment. She realizes that Cyn is just trying to get under her skin. But she decides to play along anyways.

Peaches: Well, I mean… Buzz Lightyear was hot enough to steal Woody’s woman. So I’d say Dan definitely is that good looking. I’m surprised you’d say he’s hot out loud.

Peaches crosses her arms and smirks at Cyn. Cyn crosses her arms and stomps her foot.

Cyncity: I’m saaaaaaiiiiyyyaaaannnn that he’s bald, an has a swirly thingy on his chin, dumbellina. And I don’t think the kids at home who are buying this DVD with their baby teeth monies want to hear about Dan’s Woody, okay?

Cyn huffs and puffs, stomping her foot down again.

Cyncity: I can’t believe your mother raised you with that kinda mouth! Well… I mean, your name is Peaches so obviously your momma was a stripper.

Peaches puts her hands to her mouth. She looks around the hallway hoping no one heard her.

Peaches: Cyn! My goodness. I was talking about a cartoon character. But now you’re bringing up Dan’s dude piston? I’m surprised, but you’re in luck, I think I’m the only one that heard. I won’t tell anyone. You’re secret’s safe with me.

Peaches winks at Cyn, only she over exaggerates to make sure it is well known she is being facetious. Cyn, now clearly frustrated, uncrosses her arms and points her finger at Peaches.

Cyncity: Why I oughta… I oughta do you like Scar did Mufasa! How dare you accuse me of such fudgerry! If I didn’t know any better I would think that you were in possession of Dan’s…

She tries to watch her words.

Cyncity: Woody and little Dan’s, and now… you’re trying to fight his battles for him! Know what? You’re as stupid as Dan’s is! The two of you perfect for each other because you already look like you’re balding!

The camera moves just enough that you can see Dan is standing around the corner listening to the conversation. It’s not known how long he’s been there, but at the mention of Peache’s being ‘stupid’, Dan pops around the corner. He gets between Cyn and Peaches and his face is turning a bright shade of read.

Dan Herrera: What is this? You don’t have the gall to come talk to me in person. You have to come backstage and harass my girlfriend instead? Well I’m here now. Say what you got to say while you still can.

Cyn stares up at Dan and shines off a cheesy little grin.

Cyncity: I think your breath could make a skunk pass out.

Dan Herrera: That’s it? Are you serious Cindy? All this time you’ve had to come up with something. But you come at me with that.

Dan crosses his arms and stares at Cyncity.

Dan Herrera: I suppose after all this time you have more to add. So let’s hear it.

Cindy shakes her head and simply points her finger at Dan’s nose.

Cyncity: No! I do not speak when you tell me to speak! I am not your puppy like… Peaches.

More sass when she says her name.

Cyncity: You go lose your stupid match and don’t be surprised if MY people of Philadelphia boo you out of the build for messing with me! I’m gonna go and beat someone who was one of the very best not too long ago.

Cindy smiles and bumps Dan’s shoulder with hers.

Cyncity: Hey, big guy. Sound familiar? You were one of the best here, and then peewwwwwww, psssshhh, crsssshhhhhpssshhh.

If that’s not the sound of a crash, I don’t know what is.

Cyncity: I has a bar for this one. Peaches! Gimmie a beat!

Peaches stares blankly at Cyncity from behind Dan. Dan is steaming, not only from Cyncity’s puppy comment, but the bump to his shoulder. He tried to remain calm.

Dan Herrera: When you get to the top, you make your jokes. At least I’ve fought at the top of this company. You, you toil with the idea and never close the deal. So go ahead and continue with your mockery. I know where I stand. And if you touch me again, we’re not waiting for A New Odyssey.

Dan puts his hands down at his side and begins stretching his fingers as he eagerly awaits Cyncity’s next move.

Cyncity: Really?

At that second, Cindy swings forward and smacks Dan in the face! The shot echos throughout the hall.

Cyncity: Waiting...waiting...still waiting.
Dan lunges forward at Cyncity, but as he is readying to swing his arm forward at Cyn, it is caught by Peaches from behind. She pulls him back and gets in front of him. Dan tries to push through her but she puts her bare palms out and pushes him backward. He begins to relent and let her push him back.

Peaches: Not worth it Dan, wait until A New Odyssey. Let’s go.

Cyncity: Yeah, listen to your boyfriend Dan! A New Odyssey! Where I put you to shame and make you cry!

Dan makes one more attempt to get past Peaches, but she blocks it. He turns around throwing his hands in the air as Peaches looks back shooting a death stare at Cyn. She just laughs it off as the pair heads in the other direction before the camera heads back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Camellia D. Magna vs. Noelle Smith

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida … NOELLE SMITH!

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith is certainly popular with the fans here, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: It’s Philadelphia, Kris; these fans know her from back when she wrestled for PDW. This is her city right, these are her people.

Kris Cruise: Well she’ll still have to compete for their attention against a woman who’s on something of a hot streak at the moment, Camellia D. Magna.

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

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

Stephy Auger: She’s already picked up wins over Seth Lawless and Desmond Priest this year, can she make it three-for-three tonight?

Kris Cruise: I’m not sure, both competitors are highly skilled; Camellia may have the momentum coming into it but I know Noelle Smith desperately wants to end her recent losing streak.

Stephy Auger: There’s only one way to find out. Lets get it on!

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring momentarily. The fans in attendance here in the 2300 Arena are cheering for both women (slightly more for Noelle) and there’s a round of applause as Noelle and Cami come together to shake hands. A collar and elbow tie up ensues; neither competitor seems to be able to gain the upper hand so they break and continue pacing around the ring once more. Another collar and elbow tie up and this time Noelle manages to apply a side headlock. And she’s got it locked in fairly tightly, positioning herself with a wide base to make it difficult to counter. Cami fights back, however, firing off a few shots to the midsection. As Noelle’s grip becomes sufficiently loosened, Cami manages to push her away and against the ropes – but Noelle knocks her down with a shoulderblock.

Noelle runs against the perpendicular ropes as Magna rolls over onto her front. Skipping over her prone foe, Noelle goes against the ropes again – this time she has to duck under the leapfrogging Cami Magna, allowing Noelle to bounce off the ropes once again – and she takes Magna down with a headscissors! There’s enough force behind it to send Cami hurtling across the ring and out under the bottom rope, just so that so as she stands back up she’s on the apron. But there’s no rest; Noelle is right back on the case as she springboards off the ropes and dropkicks Magna right off the apron!

Kris Cruise: A beautiful springboard dropkick by Noelle Smith and she’s sent Cami tumbling to the outside.

Stephy Auger: You weren’t kidding when you said she wanted to end this losing streak; I don’t think Noelle will be pulling any punches tonight.

The crowd cheer for the high flying display as Noelle remains in the ring, allowing her opponent the chance to recuperate on the outside. Magna gets back to her feet as the referee’s count reaches four and climbs back up onto the apron. Smith catches her with a forearm smash, however, halting her progress to the ring before positioning Cami for a suplex – countered! Cami drops down the back and goes for the schoolboy!

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Noelle kicks out as both competitors scramble back to their feet. Cami charges in with a clothesline attempt, but it’s ducked and countered with a backslide!

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Stephy Auger: A couple of close falls, but this match continues.

It’s Cami’s turn to kick out and again both competitors scramble back to their feet before staring at each other. Another round of applause from the fans as both Cami and Noelle circle the ring again. They eventually lock up collar and elbow; Cami gains the advantage, pushing Noelle back against the corner as the referee calls for a break. He gets it without question – but Cami knocks the advancing Noelle back into the corner with a stiff knife edge chop! And she unloads with a succession of knife edge chops, lighting up the exposed area of Noelle Smith’s chest; the crowd “whoo” with each one until the tenth and final chop lands. Cami takes a moment to soak in the cheers from the crowd as she walks around the ring, before charging in and performing a picture perfect monkey flip! Noelle flies across the ring, landing back first with a thud before Cami covers.

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Kris Cruise: Not even hooking the leg, Stephy. If Cami wants to win this she’s going to have to try harder than that.

Stephy Auger: Lets hope she doesn’t pay for her complacency later on.

Noelle gets the shoulder up before the two count, but Cami is undeterred. She lifts her opponent back to her feet and Cami lands a couple of elbow smashes before Irish whipping Noelle back into the corner. She charges in after her and sends Noelle down to a seated base with a thunderous dropkick! She’s not done, though. Cami hops out onto the apron before slingshotting back in, landing another dropkick square to the face of Noelle Smith. And the lateral press by Cami Magna.

Kris Cruise: Camellia D. Magna with a spark of innovation as she delivers a slingshot dropkick to her opponen. And here’s the pin attempt, could this be it?

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NO!

The referee points to where Noelle has her feet on the ropes and Cami looks perturbed this time. Once more she lifts Noelle back to her feet and pushes her back into the corner. An Irish whip sends Noelle from pillar to post, Cami following close behind – but Magna runs chest first into the turnbuckle as Smith propels herself up and over her advancing opponent! Staggering backwards, Magna walks right into the waiting arms of her opponent as Noelle performs a back suplex. Magna’s head bounces off the mat, causing her to hold it in pain; Noelle is quick to climb up onto the middle turnbuckle, diving off with a double foot stomp to the midsection – earning another pop from the crowd!

Stephy Auger: A double foot stomp by Noelle, and she’s pulling out all the stops here. How much more do you think Camellia can take?

Kris Cruise: Don’t count her out just yet; Camellia is tougher than she looks, just ask Seth Lawless or Desmond Priest.

Noelle lifts her opponent back to a vertical base before starting a series of martial arts style kicks to the thighs of Cami Magna. Followed by some shoot kicks to the chest and the sound of these kicks echoes throughout the arena, along with Cami’s howls of pain. With her opponent seemingly staggered, Noelle sets off against the ropes as she comes back with a crossbody block – NO! Cami was playing possum; she counters the crossbody block with a dropkick and Noelle collapses the mat.

Kris Cruise: What a counter!

With her opponent down on the mat, Cami points towards the top rope and the crowd cheer. She steps out through the ropes and begins her ascent to the top turnbuckle – but she’s taken too long! Noelle is on her feet as she hops up the ropes and deliver a high kick to the side of the head! Cami is stunned and falls, crotching herself on the turnbuckle. And Noelle seizes the opportunity; she climbs up to the top rope and performs a frankensteiner!

Stephy Auger: Oh that has to be it, Kris!

Noelle crawls over and drapes an arm over the chest of her opponent.

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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: Cami gets the shoulder up at the last possible second!

Noelle looks to the referee, seemingly in disbelief, but the official assures her it was only a two count. Undeterred, she picks Cami back up to her feet. Some forearm smashes wear Magna down further, backing her against the ropes before she gets Irish whipped across the ring. Upon her opponent’s return, Smith performs a Japanese hiptoss. Magna bounces back first off the mat and pops up to her feet; she staggers forward again, right into another Japanese hiptoss from Smith. This time, Smith drags her opponent back to her feet but Magna fights back. A right hand, a left hand, another right. Cami runs against the ropes that are behind her for some momentum, coming back with a clothesline – but Noelle bridges down to evade the attack and, as her opponent spins around, Noelle kicks her legs upwards and catches Cami with a headscissors takedown!

Stephy Auger: We’ve seen that before, but it never ceases to amaze me.

Again, Cami is sent hurtling out under the bottom rope and she finds herself on the ring apron. Noelle closes the distance between them, but Smith gets caught by a shoulder thrust to the midsection before she gets dropped throat first across the top rope. Noelle flops backwards, rolling through to a kneeling position as Cami steadies herself on the apron. She waits patiently for Noelle to get back to the feet before springboarding off the top rope – SNAPDRAGON FIRE–NO!

Kris Cruise: What a counter!

Noelle picking her opponent out of mid air with a dropkick! Cami crashes to the mat clutching her midsection, but she pops back up to her feet, doubled over in agony; Noelle gets back to a vertical base and grabs her with a facelock – SWING! SET! MATCH! And the hook of the leg!

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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise: Just when you thought she was out if it, Noelle just claws back the victory.

Stephy Auger: A spot of ingenuity is all it took, but Noelle Smith dug deep throughout the whole match and she deserved this win, Kris.

“Buttons” begins to play throughout the arena again as the referee raises Noelle’s hand in victory. Behind her, Cami Magna is just getting to her feet, glancing at Noelle out of the corner of her eye. Noelle turns around and sees her opponent on her feet and, in a gesture of good sportsmanship, extends the hand. The crowd cheer as Camellia accepts the handshake and even raises Noelle’s arms in victory herself.

[ FADE OUT ]

[FGA Office]

Fujiko Mine vs. Ashley Sullivan

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Redhook, New Jersey, she is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions … ASHLEY SULLIVAN!

The arena lights dim ever so slightly and turn to a mix of pink and purple as "Crash" by Fit For Rivals begins playing. Ashley comes bursting out from behind the entrance with a skip to stand out on the stage holding up her tag title belt for a few seconds.

Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching ringside, Ashley leaps up to the apron before climing the turnbuckle from the outside and holds her title belt closely as she sits on the top turnbuckle.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin … She is ‘LADY LUCK’ FUJIKO MINE!

The low rumbling synth beats rumble through the arena, and warps into a funky beat that tells the crowd who is on their way. The crowd begins to cheer for Lady Luck, as pink and purple lights dance around the entrance area. As the beat drops, Fujiko leaps through the curtain, jumping into the air and whipping her head forward. Her hair flows through the air around her head, and when she lands she has a large grin on her face. The crowd that is on her side sings along to the 'whoas' in the song, which really gets her hyped up. She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before slapping hands with the fans. Once she reaches ringside, Fujiko leaps onto the apron from the floor. She walks over to the turnbuckle, and hops up onto it, singing along as some of the crowd members throw multicolored streamers around her. She revels in the attention, before hopping down into the ring as she is announced, ready to start the match.

Kris Cruise: Are you ready for this one, Stephy? Two of the top female competitors in the world today set to face off one-on-one for the first time.

Stephy Auger:: I can’t wait, Kris. Ashley Sullivan has been on a roll since her and Colton Sterling won the FGA World Tag Team titles back at Final Frontier; Fujiko Mine has had tough competition from the likes of Dante Anglais and Johnny Karma in recent weeks….

Kris Cruise: Speaking of. Do you think we’ll see the same sort of trickery from her that we did during those matches?

Stephy Auger:: Well she speaks more highly of Ashley Sullivan than she did either of those previous opponents, so I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

The bell sounds to start the match and both competitors circle the ring. Sullivan takes a step forward, teasing the grapple, but backs away again. The crowd rallying behind both Ashley and Fujiko in equal measure as they do come together with a collar and elbow tie up. Fujiko manages to overpower her smaller opponent, pushing Ashley back against the ropes before the referee calls for the break. Slowly, Fujiko backs away – only to get chopped across the chest for her trouble.

Fujiko chops right back and the series repeats itself one more time before Mine lands a forearm shot that gives her the upper hand. An Irish whip ensues, sending Sullivan running across the ring. As she bounces back, she slides through the legs of the waiting Fujiko Mine, avoiding the clothesline attempt and – quick as a flash – stands up to deliver a dropkick to the back of Mine’s head! It sends Fujiko tumbling out under the bottom rope and all the way to the outside; Ashley remains in the ring momentarily, playing to the crowd as she waits for Fujiko to get back up on the outside. Then, as her face appears above the ring apron, Ashley charges at her with a baseball slide!

Kris Cruise: And this match has already spilled to the outside; Fujiko Mine getting taken out by that baseball slide!

Fujiko slams back into the guard rails before Ashley slides out of the ring after her; she lifts Fujiko back to her feet and rolls her back into the ring before climbing back up onto the apron herself. But Fujiko is already on her feet. She reaches over the top rope, only to eat a shoulder thrust to the midsection before Ashley performs a sunset flip into the ring. And the cover.

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TWO!

Stephy Auger:: Close but no cigar!

Mine kicks out. But there’s no respite. Ashley drags her opponent right back up to her feet and throws her headlong into the top turnbuckle. A few forearm shots find their mark before Sullivan sends her opponent from pillar to post with an Irish whip. Fujiko hits the turnbuckle back first moments before being crushed by an jumping splash and another Irish whip to send her right back from whence she came. Again, Ashley rushes in after her and goes to deliver another jumping splash – but Fujiko ducks out of the way!

Stephy Auger:: Ashley Sullivan finding herself in no man’s land straddled across that top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Tremendous ring awareness from Fujiko Mine to save herself there though.

Ashley finds her way down from that uncomfortable position across the top ropes and staggers out towards the center of the ring, just as Fujiko returns from off the ropes with a fall forward facebuster. No pin attempt, however. Instead Mine lifts her opponent back to her feet and delivers a snake eyes across the turnbuckle. Sullivan collapses in the corner before Fujiko has to lift her up once more, if only to deliver some knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. The crowd happily “whoo” along wth each one, but it isn’t long before Fujiko switches her plan of attack, sending Ashley across the ring with an Irish whip. And this time it’s Sullivan who hits the corner hard, moments before Fujiko crushes her in the corner with a flying butt bump!

Kris Cruise: What I wouldn’t give to have been Ashley Sullivan just then…

Stephy Auger:: You said that out loud.

Ashley slumps to the floor and rolls to the outside to gather her bearings, but Fujiko follows her out, stepping onto the apron as she waits patiently. And it pays off – Fujiko runs in and leaps off the apron, executing a hurricanrana on the outside! The crowd are on their feet applauding the effort as Fujiko Mine takes a moment to soak in the cheers. The referee has begun a count out, so the action returns to the ring; Sullivan gets rolled in under the bottom rope, followed closely behind by Mine as she covers with a lateral press.

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Sullivan gets the shoulder up at the count of two. Mine looks to the referee, but the official assures her it was only a two count. Undeterred, she lifts Ashley back to a vertical base – but Sullivan pushes her opponent’s arms away and fires off a couple of right hands to stagger Fujiko. A swift toe kick to the gut doubles Fujiko over before she gets planted with a DDT! But Sullivan can’t capitalise straight away. She grabs onto the nearby ropes, using them to drag herself to her feet before stepping out onto the apron. She runs to the turnbuckle and ascends to the top rope as Fujiko pushes herself back to a vertical base. And the missile dropkick connects! Sullivan crawls over and drapes an arm across the chest.

Stephy Auger:: Could this be it?

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Fujiko gets the shoulder up! Ashley looks a little stunned, but carries on regardless as she hammers away at the prone Fujiko with a couple of right hands. That’s before she gets lifted back to her feet and pushed back into a corner. Ashley climbs to the middle rope and begins the ten punch combo, the crowd chanting along with her as she does so.

Crowd: “One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine…

And a monkey flip out of the corner! Fujiko flies through the air, landing hard on her back before popping back up to her feet in time to eat a dropkick to the face. Again, Fujiko gets right back up before Ashley lands another dropkick flush to the kisser. Fujiko is slower to her feet this time, however, allowing Sullivan the time to run against the ropes. Coming back, with a one handed bulldog to drive Fujiko face first into the mat. You can tell the adrenaline is beginning to flow through the tag champ as she points towards the corner once more; it draws a huge cheer from the crowd, so she climbs. Facing outwards, Sullivan has a quick glance behind her before leaping through the air with a moonsault. It connects!

Kris Cruise: Ashley Sullivan for the victory!

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THR-NOO!

Stephy Auger:: So close! Fujiko got the shoulder up at the last possible second.

Kris Cruise: She dug deep to kick out of that one, Stephy.

And this time, Sullivan can’t believe it. She look to the referee in shock, but the official assures her it was only a two. Seemingly frustrated, Sullivan drags her opponent back to her feet and sends Fujiko against the ropes with an Irish whip. The tag champ lowers her head ready for a back body drop, but Lady Luck scouts it and counters with a boot to the face. An Irish whip of her own sends Sullivan running against the ropes, coming back to a hurricanrana that sends the tag champ hurtling across the ring! But Ashley manages to pull herself back to a vertical base, just in time as Fujiko grabs her and sends her against the ropes again – but Ashley handsprings into a back elbow!

Stephy Auger:: Just A Dream–NO! Fujiko caught her!

Kris Cruise: BOOBPLEX!

The crowd are on their feet, the males chanting “Boobplex!” over and over again after that modified German suplex. Lady Luck crawls over and hooks the leg.

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Kris Cruise: I can’t believe she kicked out of that one!

Fujiko looks to referee in dismay, unable to believe that didn’t do the trick. But the official is adamant. A tired Fujiko Mine stands up and looks down at her prone opponent, wondering what she’ll need to do to put the tag champ away. With a quick glance to the corner, Fujiko decides to go high risk as she makes her way to the top rope. And she dives off with a double foot stomp–NO! Sullivan rolls out of the way and Fujiko looks to be hurt from that one. She’s stumbling around as Sullivan scrambles back to her feet; she charges in–INTO DUST! And Mine goes down near the corner as Sullivan pulls herself back up by the ropes. She spots her downed opponent, but heads up to the top rope anyway. Slowly, she steps out onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. A moment to pose for the adoring fans and soon enough Ashley Sullivan flies through the air with a Swanton Bomb…

Straight into Fujiko’s raised knees! And Mine scrambles over, rolling up the tag champ as she places her feet on the ropes for leverage.

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J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, FUJIKO MINE!

Stephy Auger:: A hard fought contest, but give the assist to the ropes there.

Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine coming away with the victory, although the ending left a lot to be desired.

Fujiko rolls out of the ring, celebrating her victory as she makes her back up the aisle, leaving a despaired Ashley Sullivan sitting in the ring; she’s dumbfounded as to how she lost this match.

[FGA Office]

Pre-recorded…

The show cuts backstage to where Annie Zellor is ready, dressed in her usual #grrface t-shirt as well as a pair of Cupid wings, whilst carrying a little bow and arrow. She’s as happy and smiling as widely as you’d expect her to be.

Annie Zellor: Heyyy guys! And Happy Valentine’s Day to all my Anniemaniacs. I hope you all get to spend the day with your loved ones. And if you’re single then…

She fires off an arrow, which passes just by the cameraman. Annie giggles.

Annie Zellor: Here’s hoping you find love soon. But as you all know, in like, two weeks time we’re gonna be at A New Odyssey and it’ll be my chance to have a one-on-one match against that jerk Seth Lawless. ‘Cause over these last few weeks he’s attacked me, he’s said stupid, mean things about me and I’ve had enough! So when we get to Pittsburgh, I’m gonna need all you Annieman-

Seth Lawless: Aww, you’re so adorable.

He says, sarcastically as Seth strides into the shot. He stands next to Annie, towering over her as he speaks calmly.

Seth Lawless: With your little Cupid costume and you’re “I hope you find love” sentiment. We’ll ignore the obvious – that love is for suckers. But, continue, Annie; what do your need your Anniemaniacs to do for you at A New Odyssey? Cheer for you, support you?

Annie Zellor: Yeah, ‘cause they’re all gonna be there watching as I whoop your butt!

Seth chuckles.

Seth Lawless: No, no. You have a victory over me, I’ll admit that. But in two weeks time at A New Odyssey, you won’t have Big Bro Dommy Cakes in your corner. You’ll be without your army and I assure you, Annie – I guarandamntee – that you won’t be able to get the job done without him.

Annie Zellor: I can so whoop your butt.

She says as she shoves Seth in the chest, but he barely moves.

Seth Lawless: Hey now, you wouldn’t want to attack me before my match tonight, would you? That’d be like cheating.

Annie Zellor: Don’t you worry, Seth, I can wait until A New Odyssey!

Seth Lawless: Good girl. Now run along, Annie, because after I’m done with Alec Sage tonight and I’ve … kicked your butt … at A New Odyssey, I’ll be well on my way to becoming the new FGA Mid-Atlantic Champion…

Seth grabs the bow from Annie’s hands and breaks it into two, leaving a dismayed looking Annie to pick up the broken toy from off the floor.

Seth Lawless: That was as easy as breaking you will be at A New Odyssey.

He says before walking away as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Dan Herrera vs. Jake Wylde

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Raleigh, North Carolina, weighting in at 215 pounds… DAN HERRERA!

...Spoken...

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

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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

Kris Cruise: The friendship between Cyncity and Dan Herrera came to a halt and the two will face in two weeks at 2015: A New Oddysey in a Grudge Match. Cyn faces Sebastian Grey tonight, but Dan also has a huge test ahead of him – Jake Wylde.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent! Now residing in Lockport, New York, weighting in at 202 pounds… „The Infection“ JAKE WYLDE!

“Even Flow” by Pearl Jam hits, and the crowd begins to boo instantly. Jake Wylde makes his way from the back pushing the curtains aside, taking a drink from his water bottle and dumping some on his head. He runs his hands through his hair and over his face, looking at the fans with a look of disgust. He mocks some, keeping his distance from them before sliding onto the apron. He sits there, back to the ropes looking at the fans on both sides of the ring, shaking his head. He hops up, and climbs into the ring getting ready for battle.

Stephy Auger: Jake Wylde hasn’t wrestled an FGA match for more than a month and a half. Last time, he came up short against Fujiko Mine in Lowell. Can he come back on a winning note against Dan Herrera?

Both competitors circle the ring before finally locking up in the very center. Herrera quickly snaps on a Side Headlock and Wylde tries to escape by pushing his opponent towards the ropes, but Dan keeps the hold on and doesn’t seem like he want to let it go. Wylde tries a different strategy and elbows the mid-section of his opponent. After several shots, Herrera doubles over a bit and Wylde escapes the hold and snaps on a Waistlock. Herrera charges towards the ropes and grabs a hold of them, so Wylde then backrolls on his own. Herrera runs towards Wylde, but the British wrestler takes him down with and Armdrag.

Kris Cruise: Technical clinic begins the match of the two men who are rather known as brawlers.

Wylde keeps the hold on, putting the pressure on Dan’s shoulder. Dan slowly gets to a vertical base and softens his opponent up with several jabs to the mid-section. He then goes to Irish Whip Jake to the ropes, but Jake reverses and it’s Herrera hitting the ropes. As he bounces back, Wylde hits a Dropkick that takes The Boss down. The Infection puts his foot on Dan’s throat, showing off to the crowd, before he has to take the foot off at the ref’s count of four. Wylde drags his opponent up and hits a Snap Suplex. After that, he moves to the apron and goes for a Springboard Splash. However, Dan gets his knees up and Jake lands ribs first on them.

Stephy Auger: Great counter by Dan Herrera! Can he follow up?

Wylde gets up quickly, but stumbles and as he turns towards Dan, he’s taken with a big Lariat. Herrera drags Wylde up and Irish Whips him to the corner. He charges towards him and hits a big Corner Spear that sends Jake down. The Brit is seated in the corner, clutching his ribs, and his opponent climbs to the next turnbuckle and hits a Dropkick.

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera going Coast to Coast! Have you seen that?!

Stephy Auger: He hooks the leg!

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Jake Wylde kicks out!

Dan drags Wylde up again and Irish Whips him, this time towards the ropes. As Jake bounces back, Dan quickly gets him up on his shoulders and connects with a Samoan Drop. He jumps up to his feet and adds a Leg Drop. He covers.

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Wylde kicks out!

Kris Cruise: The tables have turn and now it’s Dan Herrera in firm control.

Herrera once again Irish Whips Jake Wylde to the corner. He measures him and goes for another Corner Spear, but Jake quickly gets out of the way and the Bossman goes shoulder first right into the steel ring post! Wylde takes advantage of it and throws Dan out of the ring and tells the ref to start the count.

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Dan gets up to his feet with the use of the apron. Jake goes for a Baseball Slide Dropkick, but Dan gets out of the way and the Brit just slides out of the ring. Dan quickly grabs him by the head and shoves him into the railing. Dan rolls into the ring and back out again to break the referee’s count and grabs a hold of Wylde, but The Infection shoves him away, shoulder first into the post.

Stephy Auger: These guys just wanna tear each other apart!

Wylde grabs Herrera by the head, smacks it into the apron and then rolls him into the ring. Jake enters the ring, grabs Herrera in a Waistlock and deadlifts him right into a German Suplex Hold.

Kris Cruise: Beautiful Suplex! And what a show of strength by Wylde, going for the win!

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Herrera kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Don’t forget the shoulder that hit the steel ring post twice already. Every time Dan Herrera lands on it, he injures it more and more. And of course, injured shoulder never helps with kicking out.

Wylde takes his elbow pad off and throws it away. He motions for Herrera to get up and then goes for a Rolling Elbow, but Dan ducks, dodging the strike and getting Wylde on his shoulders. He hits another Samoan Drop to cheers from the crowd. Dan gets up on his feet and does his best to get the blood flowing in his shoulder, stretching it. He sits on the turnbuckle, waiting for Wylde to recover and get to his feet. As he does so, Herrera comes flying off the corner and spikes Jake with a Tornado DDT. He goes for the cover.

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Wylde kicks out!

Herrera drags his opponent up again. Wylde suprises him with a kick to the gut and gets behind him, snapping on a Wristlock. He goes for The Rejection, but Herrera ducks and dodges the Lariat. As Wylde turns around, he eats a kick to the gut as well and gets dropped with a Pumphandle Slam.

Kris Cruise: Final Word! That can be it!

Herrera covers.

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Wylde kicks out!

Dan signals that he’s going to end this match and sets Jake up in the corner. Wylde fires back with a flurry of elbow strikes, Dan stumbles back and Jake dives off the ropes with a Knee Strike. Herrera collapses to the canvas and Jake sits him up, but only to hit a Superkick to the back of his head.

Kris Cruise: Well, Dan Herrera may be out cold after all those strikes!

Stephy Auger: We’ll see! Wylde hooks the leg!

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Herrera kicks out!

The crowd cheers as Wylde smacks the canvas in anger. The Infection moves to the corner and climbs up, perhaps ready to hit The Last Stand. However, as he is up on the top turnbuckle, Herrera storms to the ropes and hits them, causing Wylde to slip and fall crotch first on the top turnbuckle. To cheers from the crowd, Dan moves to his opponent, who is seated on the top rope, picks him up and drops him with a vicious Musclebuster.

Kris Cruise: WALKING PAPERS!

Stephy Auger: Smart counter by Dan Herrera leads right to his finishing maneuver!

Dan hooks both legs.

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"Dangerous Business Since 1979" reprises as Peaches slides into the ring to give Dan a huge hug and celebrate the big victory with him.

[FGA Office]

(The cameras cut to the back as Noelle Smith is walking through the back, a bit of skip in her step and a smile on her face, wearing a Dom’s Foxy Boxing t-shirt with little bubble hearts and Valentine’s Special printed on it, so cutely pink and red with her jeans and sneaks. Someone had left a bouquet of flowers in her locker with a ‘secret admirer’ card attached and this close to Valentine’s Day what woman wouldn’t be tickled pink to get gifts like that? Noelle was handing little boxes of Valentine’s chocolates out of a basket as she went, to wrestlers, techs, and security alike. Finally she runs across Mia Scott and she pauses, looking her up and down for a brief second before she starts digging in the basket and pulls out a box with a big purple bow on it and unicorn stickers.)

Noelle Smith: Here Mia, Happy Valentine’s Day! I mean I know it’s a little early but I’ve got chocolate and things for everyone...well, almost everyone but I figure that even the people that aren’t so nice to me will enjoy the heart-shaped brownies I left at catering. Why, I even have one in here somewhere for Jimmy Page, isn’t it just awful what happened to him last week? I mean not to be a terrible person about it but that Karma and Cherry trick just was… well it was super jerkish wasn’t it? I feel for the guy, it’s just wrong...and I know you’ve got a match with him tonight, but still...

(She holds the present out hopefully, it’s pretty clear that she’s still trying to be friends and/or “there” for Mia. The Londoner takes the gift on offer, flashing just a little bit of a smile, but it’s pretty clear she’s not in the best of moods. She opts not to open the box just yet, instead just leaning back against the nearest wall, huffing out a little bit of a breath.)

Mia Scott: Ask ya a question, love?

(Noelle tips her head just a bit in curiosity and then nods.)

Noelle Smith: Sure, go right ahead!

Mia Scott: How do ya stay optimistic like that? Less than a week ago, I was in the ring with Lacey...now, it’s Valentine’s Day, I’m up here rather’n there with her, about to get ready to get in the ring with this bloody psycho...I dunno, I feel like...my head ain’t on straight, like I outta be more focused’n I am...Ya got this guy, literally says he’s lookin’a beat me into the ground...and it’s like I can’t focus...

(Mia just closes her eyes for a second, shaking her head back and forth, constantly shifting in position like she can’t hold still. Noelle stands watching her, and seems to start to answer a few times before she actually gets the words out.)

Noelle Smith: I guess you could say that I made the decision a long time ago that it would be too easy to be unhappy. That it while it would be easier to just...well, sadly enough be like my sisters and look at how negative things can be, that someone has to look for the good in things. Because if no one does that, then what happens? If everyone looks at just the negative, how horrible would it be to live that way? Someone has to be...good, I guess. As for Jimmy...Mia, I mean how much of that was hot air to get under your skin and rile you up for a harder fight? Do you really think he wants to beat you into...into human guacamole? Mia, have you thought about maybe taking a little break? I mean you really do so much, and like you said… you were just in the ring with Lacey, and here you are about to get in the ring again with Jimmy Page. When do you get to rest?

(Mia scoffs a little bit, reaching her free hand up and pushing some of her hair out of her face, clicking her tongue just once before turning to look at Noelle.)

Mia Scott: I just spent a month on the shelf because of bloody Nova Wonder...I JUST got back in the ring back in White Plains...I JUST got healthy again...I can’t go a week...hell, I can’t go a match without my personal life getting drug through the dirt...I don’t need a break...hell, I just spent a month resting cuz I couldn’t get in the ring. I might go mad if I take any more time off...

Noelle Smith: Mia...that’s not healthy. There’s a difference in being driven, in wanting to be the best and prove yourself...and trying to kill yourself to get to that point. You spent a month healing because someone was a jerk and messed you up...but are you really healed just because the doctor said you could wrestle again? Not to accuse you of anything but I think we’ve both known people that got the doctor to sign off even when he said that it wasn’t time yet...

(Mia...oddly, starts to laugh at this point, a slight grin spreading on the Londoner’s face as her head tilts up to the ceiling for a second. Eventually, she comes back down to look at Noelle...considerably less amused, the grin turned more to a smirk.)

Mia Scott: Sunday...I was in Sheffield, England...wrestled Sean Sands to damn near his limit...Monday, Hell in a Cell with three people...tonight, I gotta clean up Johnny bloody Karma’s mess with Jimmy Page...ya really gotta question how well I am? Ya really wanna go down THAT road, Noelle? And after I just got done dealing with fucking Jake Wylde throwing the words liar and hypocrite in my direction, after I listen to person after person calling me a ‘glory whore,’ saying I’m latched onto Lacey for...what, fame? Another minute or two on camera?

Mia Scott: Ya REALLY want to go there, assume I’m lyin’a people just for the sake of getting seen? Got an idea then...couple weeks, A New Odyssey...neither of us got a match anyway...why don’tcha find out how healthy I am?

(Mia starts to push her way past Noelle, then stops for a second. She glances at the box in her hand for a moment, then tosses it back to Noelle.)

Mia Scott: Keep yer gift...I don’t need something from a person that stole from me before, anyway…

(Mia turns and walks out of the room with a huff, shaking her head, leaving Noelle looking stunned and shifting her gaze from the rejected gift to Mia’s retreating back before she sighs.)

Noelle Smith: If that’s how it’s got to be.

[FGA Office]

Cyncity vs. Sebastian Grey

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.

J..A Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA!

The crowd explodes with cheers, taking Grey aback just a bit.

J.A. Aldridge: He weighs in at 230 pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, SEBASTIAN GREY!

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.

Kris Cruise: Listen to this reaction, Stephy! They love him here!

Stephy Auger: This is the place that Sebastian has called home! This is the city that he's wrestled countless classics in! You can bet that Sebastian wants to put on yet another one tonight.

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

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

J..A Aldridge: And his opponent, also from PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA!

The crowd erupts in boos. But an explosion of cheers quickly breaks out, diving the crowd in half.

J.A. Adridge: She weighs in at 127 pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, CYNCITY!

Kris Cruise: This isn't just a homecoming for Sebastian Grey. Cindy Parker is returning home as well. But she didn't get the overwhelmingly positive reaction that Sebastian got.

Stephy Auger: No she did not. Part of this crowd is solidly behind Cindy, despite her actions as of late. But it's still got to be jarring to get booed in your own hometown.

Kris Cruise: Well, Cindy's brought this negative reaction all on herself. She can play the victim role all she likes. She started this mess with Dan Herrera. But Dan is going to finish it, once and for all, at A New Odyssey!

The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Grey uses his strength advantage to move Cyncity across the ring and into the corner. The ref then goes over and gives them both until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both grapplers slowly let go. Grey makes the clean break. But while his arms are in the air, Cyncity pokes him in the eyes, resulting in boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: So much for playing fair.

Stephy Auger: Cindy talked about wanting a good, clean, respectful fight with Sebastian Grey. But clearly that was a lie.

Cyncity moves Grey into the corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Grey and whips him into the opposite corner. But Grey ricochets out of the corner and knocks her down with a clothesline. Cyncity gets back up, but Grey knocks her back down with another clothesline to cheers from the crowd. As Cyncity gets back up, Grey grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Grey goes for a tilt-a-whirl maneuver. But Cyncity counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Grey stumbling across the ring and to the canvas. As Grey gets up near the ropes, Cyncity runs over to attack. But Grey dips his shoulders and lifts up Cyncity, dumping her over the top rope…

… but Cyncity lands on the apron. When Grey turns around, he gets caught with a shoulder thrust through the ropes, doubling him over. Cyncity quickly takes advantage, planting him with a slingshot DDT to boos from the crowd. She turns him over and makes the cover.

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Grey reaches over and grabs the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Great ring awareness there by Grey.

Stephy Auger: Grey has been on fire since joining FGA. He may be wrestling in venues smaller than the Dynasty Spectrum, but he's still going 100% every time he steps out there into that squared circle.

Cyncity picks up Grey and whips him into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Cyncity bends over to set up a back body drop. But Grey stops, hooks his arm around Cyncity and plants her with a Spike DDT to cheers from the crowd. As Cyncity rolls over onto her back, Grey runs towards the ropes. He jumps onto the middle rope and then flips back, connecting with a Lionsault before hooking the leg.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Grey connects with the Lionsault, but it only gets two. Both of these competitors have had a pretty good start to 2015. But it's Sebastian Grey at the very top, being FGA #1 ranked grappler.

Stephy Auger: But how long is that going to last for? You know there's people in FGA that are gunning for him. They want to hand the former two-time Platinum Champion his first loss. In particular, the woman he's facing tonight.

Grey picks up Cyncity and moves her over towards the corner. Once there, he rattles off a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Cyncity and whips her towards the opposite corner before quickly following her. But instead of colliding with the turnbuckles, Cyncity uses the momentum to run up the turnbuckles, flip off, and knock down the oncoming Grey with the Emphatic Whispers. The crowd boos as she makes the cover.

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Grey kicks out.

Cyncity picks up Grey and goes for an irish whip. But Grey reverses, sending Cyncity into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she nails Grey with a running front dropkick to the chest. As Grey rolls over and gets up on one knee, Cyncity runs over and connects with a jumping knee to the face, knocking him back down. She makes the cover.

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Cyncity picks up Grey and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring. But Grey catches her with an elbow to the jaw. As Cyncity stumbles back, Grey quickly hops through the ropes before delivering a springboard hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. He reaches back and hooks one of her legs…


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Cyncity kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Grey delivers the Breakdown, but he only gets two! We know what a win would do for Grey. But what would a win over Grey mean to Cyncity?

Stephy Auger: It'd be huge. Getting a win over a PDW alum, especially one of Grey's caliber, would be quite the feat. Plus, we know how much Cyncity struggle with consistency in 2014. She wants to bounce back from that loss to Sean Sands and carry some momentum into her match with Herrera.

Grey picks up Cyncity and throws her down with a scoop slam. He reaches down, pulls Cyncity back up, grabs her from the side and delivers a belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers as Cyncity arches her back in pain. But Grey’s not done. Once he gets back to a vertical base, he pulls up Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Grey delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Cyncity cringes in pain as he makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Grey picks up Cyncity and lifts her in the air. As he holds Cyncity in place, Grey moves one of his arms from off of her and begins pointing up at the sky to cheers from the crowd…

Stephy Auger: Looks like we might be seeing The Tina Grey...

… but the cheers turn to boos as Cyncity reaches down and knees Grey in the head, forcing him to drop Cyncity. Once she lands on her feet, she quickly turns Grey around, grabs him from behind and delivers the Glitter Driver to boos from the crowd. Cyncity makes the cover.

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Grey gets his shoulder up.

Cyncity sits up Grey and applies a rear chinlock. Grey can be seen cringing in pain as he tries to fight off the hold. The ref knees down and asks him if he wants to give up. But Grey wags his finger at him. As the crowd begins to chant his name, Grey begins to feed off of their energy. He slowly rolls over onto his knees before getting back to his feet. After four elbows to the midsection, the hold is broken. Grey then takes off into the ropes. When Grey comes back, Cyncity catches him with an elbow strike. While Grey appears dazed, Cyncity turns to run towards the ropes. But Grey grabs her by the neck before driving her down with Where Yu Goeun. The crowd cheers as he turns her over and makes the cover.

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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Oh so close!

Stephy Auger: Grey was close to adding another W to his record and remaining undefeated here in FGA.

Grey picks up Cyncity, hoists her up from the waist and goes for a gutwrench powerbomb. But Cyncity reaches down and nails him with an elbow to the top of the head. After rolling back down and landing on her feet, Cyncity runs into the ropes. But when she comes back, Grey knocks her down with a running knee strike. Grey then picks her up and whips her into the corner. He then charges across the ring. But Cyncity counters with an elbow to the face. While Grey is dazed, Cyncity quickly grabs him and delivers a snapmare driver into the middle turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: That may have done it right there! Cyncity just drove him face-first into that middle turnbuckle!

Cyncity steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles as Grey turns over. As Grey slowly gets up in a hunched over position, Cyncity leaps off from the top and drives him down with the Mugshot, leaving Grey face down on the canvas to boos from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Did you see how hard Grey's head was driven into the mat there!?

Cyncity then steps back through the ropes before scaling the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, Cyncity flips off and connects with the Standing Ovation to the back. The crowd boos as she pulls Grey over towards her and makes the cover.

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"Rumors" blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts into cheers and boos.

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

Cyncity gets her hand raised to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity picks up the win in her own backyard. But the crowd was clearly divided.

Stephy Auger: It was, but that won't be the case at A New Odyssey. No one's going to be cheering Cindy on there. Theres going to be thousands of people cheering for Dan Herrera to drop her on her head!

[FGA Office]

We flash to none other than Spencer Burke’s smiling face. Standing next to him is Chris Bond, dressed and ready for action. He’s wearing a “New Odyssey” t-shirt, featuring four hands pulling at the FGA Heavyweight Championship.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Chris Bond.

Spencer turns from the camera to Bond himself.

Spencer Burke: Chris, you’re faced with what some may call, an impossible task. Your first match in months is against Chandler Scott, one of the biggest name in today’s world of wrestling. His skills and accomplishments are well known and too numerous to mention, and I’ve got to ask you—what are you feeling mere minutes from show time?

Bond’s eyes dart from the side, turning and looking Spencer Burke directly in the eye.

Chris Bond: I’m broken, Spencer. I have had many better days in my life, and maybe Chandler is right. Maybe I’m just grasping—searching for solace in something I know in such a trying and uncertain time. But he’s wrong about me. I’m not a shell of myself. I’m still the same man I have always been—stubborn and resilient. I’ve had career threatening injuries and I came back. I’ve battled my better demons, and I’ve silenced their cries. I’ve been beaten. I’ve been bloodied. I’ve been attacked from behind, and had bottles smashed over my head. I’ve seen the sunset on my greatest days, and I’ve felt the sun shine through in my darkest hours. I may be broken, but don’t ever make the mistake of counting me out.

Spencer places a hand on Bond’s shoulder, and lowering his head for a moment before continuing on.

Spencer Burke: Chandler Scott certainly had plenty to say about you this past week. He’s claiming he’s going to be the one to finally put you down and out for good. Something, as you’ve pointed out, many before him have claimed they were going to do. With names like Dom Harter and Kevin Hardaway as men who are on that list, Chandler certainly has his work cut out for him if he truly wants to do what I, as well as many other, believe is impossible. But Chandler’s desire to put you out of commission isn’t one of malice, he says. He claims he’s going to end your career out of compassion, because he can’t watch you fall anymore from this pedestal you’ve built your entire career around. What do you have to say to that?

Bond shakes his head, and Spencer pulls his hand away.

Chris Bond: I don’t want his compassion. I don’t want his pity. I don’t want anything from him except his best. Something I know I’ll get. My win/loss record has never been the best. I didn’t make my reputation as being unbeatable. My reputation is based on never stopping. Never quitting. Never giving in when everything around me seems to be falling down. Chandler can make these wild claims about ending me for good—but just when he thinks he’s got me knocked out for good, that’s when he’ll find out just how resilient I really am. I won’t stay down… for long.

Bond rubs his hands together, and Spencer nods his head in agreement.

Spencer Burke: Is there anything else you’d like to say to your opponent, Chandler Scott?

Bond turns from Spencer and faces the camera directly. His face grows more serious, and his eyes grow cold. The camera pans in to a close up of his face. The wrinkles read like a roadmap of his life. Every knick, every scar, the remnants of past battles remain as a reminder of his triumphs and tragedies.

Chris Bond: Chandler, you are one of the greatest competitors in this industry, not just today, but that I’ve ever seen. Your drive, your work ethic, it’s second to none, and it’s because of this that I can’t help but respect you. But you’ve got this false sense of security, man. You think you’re going to do what everyone else has said they were going to do? What makes you special? You can hit me. You can make me bleed. You can drop me on my head until I can’t see or think straight. But you know what? I’m not going to stay down. You may be one of the best to walk to the aisle, but I’ve already forgotten more than you’ll ever learn. And you may walk away the winner this week, but I’ll be here, ready for action at our next show. The fans have learned that I am not the strongest, nor the fastest. But I am the most resilient man to ever walk that aisle, the most spirited and irrepressible man to ever wear these red and black colors. I won’t be stopped by you, Chandler. This won’t be my end. This is most definitely my new beginning.

The camera backs away from Bond’s face, watching him turn and nod to Spencer before making his way out of sight. Spencer turns and faces the camera.

Spencer Burke: Tonight we find out whose will is greater: Chandler Scott’s desire to retain a strong showing heading in to New Odyssey, or Chris Bond’s refusal to ever give up. It’s going to be one hell of a contest, of that I am certain. Back to you Kris and Stephy.

[FGA Office]

Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine vs. Malcolm Drake

Kris Cruise: Looks like we’re being joined by a special guest for this match.

“Low Self Opinion” begins to play throughout the 2300 Arena as ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter appears at the top of the aisle. The fans boo as the former FGA World Champion, wearing one of his Foxy Boxing t-shirts, strides down the aisle to take his place at the commentary table next to Kris and Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I guess welcome to our humble abode, Dom. What brings you out here?

Dom Harter: I’d like to get a close look at Carmine in singles action before our match in a couple of weeks at A New Odyssey. A tag match is all well and good, but I’d like to see how he fares on his own against a man like Malcolm Drake.

Stephy Auger: Well you’re just in time.

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 190 pounds… MALCOLM DRAKE!

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

Dom Harter: Knowing that man, I’d say Tony has his hands full tonight.

As RetcH's "Graceful Jewelry Removal" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out.

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 175 pounds! He is the reigning Pride Champion… SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

The bell sounds as Carmine runs over and goes for a running knee to Drake in the corner. But Drake rolls to the outside, causing Carmine’s knee to collide with the turnbuckle. from the outside, Drake reaches in, grabs Carmine by the ankles and yanks him down to the canvas. From there, Drake then pulls back on Carmine’s legs, sending him crotch-first into the ring post. The crowd cheers as Carmine immediately grabs himself in pain.

Kris Cruise: Oh! This may not be a happy Valentines Day for Sunshine Scandalous!

Dom Harter: Hitting a guy where it hurts…

Drake rolls back into the ring, where he places his heel across Carmine’s face and performs a spinning boot scrape. He then reaches down, picks up the Pride Champion and slams his face into the top turnbuckle. After turning Carmine around, Drake delivers a stinging knife-edge chop. He then takes Carmine and whips him into the opposite corner. Drake then runs across the ring. but Tony leans back and lifts both knee sup, nailing Drake in the face. As Drake stumbles back, Carmine hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and sending Drake rolling across the ring with a flying hurricanrana. Drake tries to get back to his feet, but Carmine runs over and connects with a front dropkick, sending Drake stumbling through the ropes and to the floor.

Stephy Auger: Tony Carmine getting right back into this one; there’s a reason why he’s the Pride Champion.

Dom Harter: …because he hasn’t had to face me yet.

As Drake gets up on the outside, Carmine runs into the ropes. When Drake turns around, Carmine goes for a rolling suicide dive through the ropes. But Drake dives out of the way, causing Carmine to connect with nothing but the guard rail. The crowd cheers as Carmine groans in pain on the floor.

Kris Cruise: That’s why they call it high risk!

Stephy Auger: Tremendous awareness from Drake there as he dodged the flying attack. And Carmine suddenly finds himself in trouble again.

While the Pride Champion is still in a world of hurt, Drake rolls back into the ring. After pulling himself back up using the ropes, he waves his arm up and down, commanding Carmine to get back to his feet. Once Carmine turns over onto all fours, Drake takes off into the ropes. When Carmine gets back to a vertical base, Drake leaps through the ropes, sending him back-first into the guard rail from a suicide dive.

Drake picks up Carmine and rolls him back into the ring. Once he rolls himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Carmine gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: So close!

Drake picks up Carmine and positions him for a vertical suplex. But Carmine blocks, counters with an arm wringer and follows up with a short-arm clothesline that knocks him down. The crowd continues to boo as Carmine puts the boot to Drake, stomping away at his chest. He then drops to his knees and repeatedly grinds his forearms across Drake’s face. Carmine then picks up Drake, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Drake around, Carmine nails him with a punch to the midsection, doubling him over. He follows up with a knee lift, sending Drake’s head back. He then takes Drake and goes for an Irish whip. but Drake reverses, sending Carmine into the corner. Drake runs across the ring, but Carmine nails him with a boot to the face. As Drake turns and stumbles away from the corner, Carmine comes from out of the corner and goes to grab him from behind. But Drake quickly turns around, tackles down Carmine with a double leg takeover and mounts himself on top of him. He begins to rain down with wild rights and lefts as the crowd cheers.

Dom Harter: He should have seen that one coming.

Kris Cruise: One reversal and Malcolm Drake is right back in this one. But what did that onslaught by the Pride Champion take out of him?

Drake picks up Carmine, hooks his hands behind his neck and begins to nail him with alternating knee strikes to the midsection. He then connects with a huge European Uppercut, sending Carmine stumbling back into the ropes. Drake then runs over towards the ropes. But Carmine lifts him up, moves out of the way and watches as Drake bounces off the top rope before falling to the canvas. The crowd boos as Carmine goes over and makes the cover.

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Drake kicks out.

Carmine picks up Drake and whips him into the ropes. When Drake comes back, Carmine knocks him down with a falling clothesline. He makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Carmine picks up Drake, throws him down with a scoop slam and follows up with a jumping knee drop before making the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Near fall after near fall here! Tony Carmine is just making Malcolm Drake expend his energy each time.

Dom Harter: Perhaps he’s cleverer than I gave him credit for.

Carmine picks up Drake and nails him with a punch to the face. After shaking off the punch, Drake comes back with a stiff forearm shot. Carmine then nails Drake with a punch that sends him stumbing into the ropes. But Drake bounces off the ropes and goes back with another forearm shot. Carmine goes to throw another punch, but Drake cuts him off with another forearm shot. Drake then throws out a rolling elbow, but Carmine ducks, grabs him from behind and counters with a belly to back suplex. Drake clutches the back of his neck in pain as Carmine turns over to make the cover.

Kris Cruise: Ouch, that one has to hurt!

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Another near fall; how much more does Malcolm Drake have left in the tank after this?

Carmine picks up Drake and connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Drake is doubled over, Carmine grabs him and hits a snap suplex to boos from the crowd. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Drake gets his shoulder up.

Carmine picks up Drake, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Drake around, Carmine climbs up onto the middle ropes and begins to punch him nine times. Carmine motions for the tenth punch. But he stops to swivel his hips. But the taunt proves costly as Drake grabs him, runs out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. The crowd cheers while Carmine is doubled over. Drake then quickly reaches out and drops him with an Ace Crusher to another round of cheers. He makes the cover.

Stephy Auger: The Ace Crusher connects! Could this be it?

Dom Harter: He’s not kicking out of this one.

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Carmine gets his shoulder up.

Dom Harter: Goddamnit.

Drake picks up Carmine and whips him into the ropes. When Carmine comes back, Drake nails him with a lariat that sends the sweat flying off his chest. Carmine turns over and gets back up to his feet. But Drake runs over and nails him with another lariat that nearly knocks the window out of him. As Carmine turns over, he can be seen visibly holding his chest. As he gets back to his feet, Drake runs over and connects with a yakuza kick to the size of the head, knocking him back down. Drake then reaches down, pulls up the Pride Champion and performs an arm wringer before falling back with a single-arm DDT. Once Carmine rolls onto his back, Drake steps through the ropes and marches across the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckles, hellbent on delivering the Mors Vincit. But just as Drake reaches the top, Carmine leaps up onto the top ropes from out of nowhere, hops onto Drake’s shoulders and sends them both off the top rope and to the outside with a top rope hurricanrana. But on the way down, part of Carmine’s body catches the edge of the apron.

With both men down, the ref starts his count.

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TEN!

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

Kris Cruise: After a hard fought match, that’s not what we wanted to see. But both men gave their all in that ring and we couldn’t ask for mo–wait, where are you going?

Dom Harter: Not good enough.

Harter says as he throws down his headset and grabs the chair on which he was sitting. The fans boo as he hurls the chair over the top rope and into the ring, before making his way around the ring to where both men are still down on the outside.

Stephy Auger: This is uncalled for.

Dom stomps at the prone Carmine, working over the ribs before he grabs him by the hair and pants and rolls him back into the ring. The referee is shoved out of the way as Harter grabs the chair and waits for Tony to get back up from his position on all fours. The fans booing loudly – mainly for the after match attack, rather than who its being perpetrated against – as Harter rears back–

Kris Cruise: Oh!

The surprised exclamation is because Sunshine Scandalous just saved himself from a chair shot by delivering a low blow to the Tenacious Little Bastard. And Harter looks to be in agony; Carmine stands up and delivers a standing enziguiri version of #PimpShit, kicking the chair back into Dom’s face as he collapses. Tony rolls out of the way, clutching at his back as he makes his way backstage, looking towards the ring in disgust at the unconscious Dom Harter.

Stephy Auger: That backfired, and just before his match against Cordy Stevenson as well, Kris.

Kris Cruise: It appears as if our Pride Champion just got one over on his contender. Of course they meet in singles action in two weeks time at A New Odyssey, so don’t miss it!

[FGA Office]

[ EARLIER TODAY ]

(The show cuts backstage to where 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' Dom Harter is stood near the catering table; he's enjoying a refreshing bottle of Gatorade. Dressed in his ring attire as well as one of his 'Foxy Boxing' t-shirts, Dom turns towards the table to grab a snack when Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum appear, with Karma invading Harter's personal space by slapping him hard on the back as if the pair are buddies or something)

Karma: Dom Harter, just the guy I was looking for. How's it going this fine evening?

(Harter slowly turns around to glare at Karma before turning his stare towards Cherry Baum. With a quick up and down glance, Harter winks at her before turning back to Karma.)

Dom Harter: Infinitely better before you got here ... What do you want, Karma?

Karma: Anyway, I'm sure that you're aware why I'm talking to you right now - I'm looking to take the belt from Jimmy Page's STD-riddled waist in a few weeks, but to make sure that happens I'm asking everyone whose faced him how they went into the match so I know what worked and what didn't, and given you're the guy who went into a match against him as reigning champion I want to hear what your approach was. You know, so I know exactly what I shouldn't do.

(Cherry winces, wishing Karma finished that sentence ten words earlier)

Dom Harter: You mean the match in which I lost the belt? I mean, if you'd prefer to hear about how I beat him then - according to some - all you'll need is for Ms. Baum here to cause a distraction like that Crowette did. Maybe flash a bit of skin. Get Jimmy's attention and you just nail him from behind...

(Dom shrugs.)

Dom Harter: Or when I beat him in the Gold Rush Rumble last year - you know, when I won it for the second year in a row. That time I just let Jimmy take his eye off the ball again. Because there really are times when it seems like that man has the attention span of a goldfish. And when he was tangling with Dan Herrera, I tossed them both out of the ring. But if you're asking about All Star Showdown or Above & Beyond, then whatever you do, don't let your anger get the better of you. Stay focused, stay calm and just try to pin Sands.

Cherry: Thank you, Dom, that was very helpful.

(An extended hand appears, with a single rose and a box of Wal-Mart bought chocolates. Cherry's eyes slowly wandered up and saw a Jimmy Page...with the FGA World Championship around his waist...and smiling...which was rare to see backstage.)

Jimmy Page: Happy Valentine's Daaaaay. You thought I would forget about you right? I knew Valentine's Day was coming up, I never forget it.

(There was an awkward pause as Johnny looks on edge, Cherry is frozen like a deer caught in the middle of a busy highway; And Jimmy? Jimmy just looked between the both of them. Cherry took the candy and the flower and just glared at Page who began to scratch his right knuckle slowly with a forced smile. He nods his head towards Cherry's gifts.)

Jimmy Page: The rose is real, the chocolate costs $5.99. I didn't know what you liked so I just got regular old chocolate you know? I was thinking about how...I've never seen you eat, which means Karma's leash must change lengths at times....

(Jimmy glares down at Karma's lower half, he shrugs his shoulders lightly.)

Jimmy Page: Must've been pretty long that night though, enough time for me to mount you like the little bitch you--

(Page began to get angry, he scoffs, a toothy grin forming on his face as his eyes wander up into the sky. He was picking his words carefully here...)

Jimmy Page: That was smart. You're a smart guy Karma, thinking outside of the box. I mean who am I to pass up a loose lil' peach like Cherry huh? Look at her, just makes me wanna bite her lips off shes so precious. And you used that against me, and you put me on my ass...

(Page chuckles, the scratching of his knuckle intensifies. Jimmy looks Karma in his eyes.)

Jimmy Page: I could embarrass you right here, right now. I could do it in front of her too. I could make the world see how much of a spineless, little, man you are. I could beat your nose into the back of your skull...watch you cough up blood and mucus, the real SAVAGE type of beating you wouldn't even wish on your enemies. I could do it...

(Page's fury that began to blow in his hues, began to dim and his docile expression surfaces along with a shrug of the shoulders.)

Jimmy Page: But I won't because I'm going to do something even worst to you; I'm going to make sure you never hold this belt while I'm still alive. And I plan on living forever...and ever...and by that time, KARMA...you will become a relic of this company; EXTINCT!!! I'm going to endanger you, make you an afterthought, I'm going to make you hopeless; I'm going to take everything that makes you a man and turn it into a greasy smear of self-loathing and sorrow.

(Page steps forward.)

Jimmy Page: But I'm gonna make ya beg for it...

(Page looks at his hand, he scratched it raw, it was starting to bleed. Page looks up at it and then back at Karma with a smile.)

Jimmy Page: It's good to be alive isn't it?

(Page slowly backs away, an angry scowl on his face, leaving Karma and Cherry in silence.)