Spartanburg DVD Taping (4.4.15)

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Earlier Tonight

The backstage camera takes us to the parking lot, where a black Mazda6 is driving up to one of the free parking spots. The front driver's side door opens and Alec Sage gets out. The youngster, dressed in jeans and a Blink-182 t-shirt, walks to the other side of the car, to the seat where his sports bag is placed, but suddenly out of nowhere, The Biz rushes in and spears him against the side of the car. The ring vet and public enemy number one to Alec Sage opens the front passenger door, grabs the rookie's right arm, and just SLAMS the door shut on the appendage.

The door bounces back from the impact as Sage crumbles to the floor, holding his arm in obvious pain. The Biz continues to lay into him with a series of boots to the injured arm. Security and ring agents rush into frame and try to pull The Biz away but he fights them off. Alec Sage writhes on the ground and is then mounted by The Biz who applies a Fujiwara armbar on the injured right arm. The ring agents and security continue to pull him away but to no avail.

In rushes Prince Kaour who goes after The Biz, finally forcing him to release the hold and back away from the scene.

The Biz: You're damn lucky, son. Damn lucky.

The Biz continues to back away as Kaour and the ring agents check on Alec Sage who is now clutching his arm against his chest.

Cut to ringside.

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Spartanburg DVD Taping

From the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium

Spartanburg, SC

Kris Cruise: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium for yet another FRONTIER Grappling Arts show. I'm Kris Cruise alongside Stephy Auger, guiding through all the action tonight.

Stephy Auger: That's right, Kris, and what a show we have in store tonight. Our new Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Fujiko Mine is in action against the woman some people are calling the rightful champion, Noelle Smith. We have tag team action as the#sparklebuddies are set to go up against Marinette Bois Sech.

Kris Cruise: And lets not forget the matches that promises to be hard hitting classics: Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is set to go one-on-one with Sean Sands. Former FGA World Champion, Jimmy Page versus Johnny Karma and in a knockout or submission only match, Alec Sage and Mike Bisignano face each other once more.

Stephy Auger: Then, in our main event, we have a rematch as our new World Champion, Chandler Scott faces Dan Herrera. And I cannot wait for that one.

Kris Cruise: Me neither, Stephy. Lets get this show started!

Jason Richards vs. CJ O'Donnell

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 202lbs … He is “THE AMERICAN WOLF” JASON RICHARDS!

A loud howl blasts throughout the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium as the lights go out. As it stays dark the camera focuses on the entrance way, where Jason Richards 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 mask off he lets out a howl of his own. He jumps down and crouches in the corner looking straight ahead.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 160lbs … CJ O’DONNELL!

As “The State of Massachusetts” begins to play the black curtains begins to move. Out steps "The Distinguished" CJ O’Donnell to the delight of the fans. As CJ begins to walk down the aisle slapping high fives with the fans in attendance tonight. CJ climbs up the ring steps as he wipes his feet on the top of the steps before entering the ring. As CJ enters the ring he raises his hands in the air as he gets another chorus of cheers from the fans. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

Kris Cruise: Here we go, time for the opening contest. The newcomer CJ O’Donnell debuted a few weeks ago in a losing effort against the veteran, J.B. Ronie. Do you think he’ll fare better tonight against Jason Richards?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, Kris. The returning Jason Richards has made it clear he wants more success this time around. All that I’m sure of is that we’re in for a hard hitting contest right now.

Kris Cruise: Will it be more brutal than that attack we just witnessed in the car park?

Stephy Auger: That … I’m not sure of. But damn The Biz for that heinous assault on Alec Sage.

The bell sounds to start the match as O’Donnell and Richards both approach the center of the ring. O’Donnell extends the hand for a friendly shake; “The American Wolf” looks either way, looking to the fans to see whether or not he should shake hands. Eventually he does so, earning a small pop from the crowd before the competitors circle the ring. They lock up collar and elbow, jostling for position before the larger Jason Richards pushes his opponent back against the ropes. The referee calls for a break, which he gets, before Richards chops the chest! But CJ fires one right back, pushing his opponent back a step. They trade chops once more each before Richards lands a forearm smash to catch CJ by surprise, leading up to an Irish whip.

O’Donnell bounces off the ropes, coming back straight into a shoulder block that takes him down to the mat. Richards stomps him a few times for good measure before running against the ropes himself. He skips over the prone body of CJ upon his return before going against the far ropes. This time O’Donnell swings with a clothesline, but Jason ducks under the arm and hits the ropes once more before flying back with a jumping flipping lariat!

Stephy Auger: Great athleticism from Richards as he flew through the air there.

Kris Cruise: We don’t see him go airborne very often, but when we do it’s a treat.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet, only for Richards to execute a scoop slam. A jumping double knee drop down across the cranium of his opponent and “The American Wolf” goes for the first cover of this match.

ONE!
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TWO!

But CJ gets the shoulder up in time.

Kris Cruise: So close!

Undeterred, Richards pulls his opponent back to a vertical base and charges him head long into the turnbuckle. CJ falls back into the corner, allowing his opponent the opportunity to unload a series of chops to the chest. The crowd here in South Carolina “whoo” at each one, especially so as Richards puts all of his might into the final one!

Stephy Auger: I felt that chop from here, Kris.

O’Donnell staggers out of the corner, clutching at his chest before getting caught by an inverted atomic drop. Richards goes against the ropes behind his opponent, looking for the bulldog as he drives CJ face first into the mat. Again, both competitors scramble back to their feet – Richards first, though, as he catches the rising CJ O’Donnell with a standing enziguiri. The Boston native is staggered, stumbling around in a daze as Richards spins him around and takes him over with a bridging German suplex!

Kris Cruise: What a German suplex. This could be it!

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TWO!
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TH-NOO!

Stephy Auger: CJ O’Donnell won’t be defeated that easily.

This time Jason Richards looks to the official in shock, but the referee assures him it was only a two count. Seemingly reverting back to his old ways, Jason is practically in the face of the official, pressing the issue of a slow count. But all he achieves is giving CJ O’Donnell time to recover. As “The American Wolf” turns his attention back to his opponent, he gets clocked by an elbow smash to the face. And another. The fans are starting to get behind the underdog, O’Donnell as he rears back with a third elbow smash that sends Richards down to the mat.

Kris Cruise: The fight back has begun!

He gets right back up and is sent against the ropes with an Irish whip. Upon his return, Richards attempts a clothesline, but CJ easily ducks it, before his opponent goes against the far ropes as well – and straight into a hurricanrana! Richards is sent hurtling across the ring and towards the ropes, which he uses to pick himself back up to his feet. But it’s not long before CJ charges in with a clothesline – NO! Richards ducks and counters with a Blue Thunder driver! No pin attempt, however, instead he points towards the corner, drawing a cheer from the crowd. No sooner does he make it to the top rope, however, then CJ O’Donnell is back on his feet. He rushes to the corner, climbing to the middle rope and bringing Richards crashing down to the mat with a thunderous superplex!

Kris Cruise: This could be it. Jason Richards is down and I think he could be out.

Stephy Auger: That was a devastating superplex, that’s for sure.

The crowd are cheering as O’Donnell signals for the end. He grabs one leg of his opponent, ready to lock in the Celtic Curse when suddenly he spots a familiar face in the aisleway.

Kris Cruise: What’s he doing out here? J.B. Ronie has no business being at ringside for this match.

O’Donnell heads towards the ropes nearest the aisle, looking over them as the approaching J.B. Ronie makes his way half way down the aisle before he pulls a bouquet of flowers from his jacket, seemingly out of nowhere. An angry CJ is too busy shouting at the marauder, however, he doesn’t notice Richards is recovering behind him; “The American Wolf” reaches up and performs a schoolboy!

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … “THE AMERICAN WOLF” JASON RICHARDS!

“Clutch” by Berrie Gleeden begins to play as Jason Richards celebrates his victory in the ring. It’s not until he looks down the aisle, seeing the smirking J.B. Ronie making his way towards the back that he puts two and two together.

Stephy Auger: It might not be under the best circumstances, but Jason Richards pulls off the victory here in our opening contest against CJ O’Donnell.

Kris Cruise: What was that, Stephy? Why did Ronie cost O’Donnell the match?

Stephy Auger: I’m sure we’ll get an answer that in due time, Kris.

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[Cherry Baum is walking through the corridors of the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium, and with her is Johnny Karma - although he's not looking as pristine as we're used to, as he appears to have forgotten what a razor is judging by the several days worth of face fuzz he's grown, plus his hair is about 23% less perfect than usual, although on the positive side he's doing more than looking at his feet when he walks]

Cherry: You see, J-K, it;s not so bad. The backstage area doesn't bite - unless it's the backstage area of a garbage fed, where there's broken teeth all over the floor which could, on a technicality, bite you.

Karma: Whatever...

Cherry: Don't be like that! You;re home now, or as close to home as you can get without actually being in the arena, or the ring that's in the arena.

[Karma shrugs]

Cherry: Come on, J-K, you can be a little more enthusiastic than that!

Karma: Fine...whatever, let's get this over with.

Cherry: Once more, with a little more feeling and a little less feeling sorry for yourself!

Karma: You're mean.

[Karma continues to wander down the corridor, unaware that Cherry has stopped and placed her hands on her hips, pouting at Karma's character assessment. Realising that Karma isn't paying that much attention, Cherry breaks into a brisk jog to catch up]

Cherry: You weren't going to leave me there, were you?

Karma: Hmm?

Cherry: I know what to do.

[Cherry clutches Karma's arm in her hand, wrapping her arm under his]

Karma: What're you doing?

Cherry: Just making sure you don't wander off. After all, it's dangerous backstage - Jimmy Page is in the building, after all.

[Karma thinks of protesting, but he can't be bothered so he just goes along with it]

Cherry: One step at a time, J-K, we'll get you out of this funk and back to the J-K of old, don't worry about a...

[Before Cherry can finish what she was saying, she sees the locker room door plastered in missing persons posters, all of them saying the same thing...]

JOHNNY KARMA IS MISSING
Please return to Cherry Baum
...or leave him where you found him. Whatever.

[Cherry rips one of the posters off the wall and glares at it]

Karma: Who would do such a thing?

Cherry: I have an idea...

[Cherry scrunches the poster into a ball and tosses it on the floor, storming off down the corridor while Karma stands in the hallway looking at the posters - until Cherry comes back, grabs him by the arm, and leads him away]

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Maurice Graham vs. J.B. Ronie

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Carnival Grounds … Weighing in at 220lbs … He is ‘THE WHOLE F’IN SIDESHOW’ J.B. RONIE!

“Turn up, Rittz!”

“Shut up, bitch!”

Fog slowly fills the aisle way as low piano notes open “Turn up” by Rittz. J.B. Ronie appears at the top of the ramp with his back to the crowd. Back lit by a strobe light; he nods his head with the music until the bass drum kicks in. He spins around and saunters down the ramp showing off a wad of cash. When he reaches ringside he ascends a corner of the guardrail; where he uncoils the rubber band around the wad of cash. Ronie proceeds to toss the wad of cash in the air and laughs as members of the crowd attempt to grab as much as they can.

Ronie hops back to the floor and shows one of the bills to the camera; revealing his face in the center.

After getting a good chuckle he hops up to the apron and wipes his boots; then sling shots himself to the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. Members of the crowd realizing they were fooled begin to berate him; he smirks. After fueling up on the crowd’s displeasure he removes his “Rotten To The Core” t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd; only to have it tossed back. He hops down off the turnbuckle and removes his tear away pants to await his opponent.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Springfield, Massachusetts … weighing in at 235lbs … He is ‘THE MACHINE’ MAURICE GRAHAM!

“Breathe” by Fabolous hits and the lights begin to strobe. Maurice Graham walk out to the stage wearing a black knit cap and a black t-shirt with the word “iWrestle” in red on the front and “uTap” in red on the back. After doing a few air jabs to loosen up, he heads to the ring with his left fist in the air, a look of focus on his face. As he arrives to the ring he rolls underneath the bottom rope, jumps to his feet in the center of the ring, and raises his left fist back into the air. He then climbs to the second turnbuckle and acknowledges fans that are cheering him, point to them and nodding. As the music fades he removes his cap and shirt and tosses them to the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy; three weeks ago in Charlotte, both of these men were successful in their FGA debuts.

Stephy Auger: Now they’re set to go one-on-one.

The two men circle one another, and then finally lock up. Graham gains the upper hand, using his slight size advantage to muscle Ronie back against the ropes. Ronie holds his hands up, and the ref orders Graham to step back. As he does, Ronie shoots forward, looking to connect with a hard right hand, but Graham sees the move coming and gets an arm up to block it. He counters with a couple of stinging right hands that send Ronie reeling back.

Stephy Auger: Maurice Graham getting the better of the early goings here, perhaps Ronie’s mind is elsewhere…

Kris Cruise: We’re not going to find out why he felt the need to interfere in our opening contest just yet, Stephy. I’m sure he’ll tell us in due time.

Graham pushes forward, pressing Ronie against the ropes and attempts to whip him across the ring. Ronie reverses it however, sending Graham shooting across the ring instead. Graham hits the ropes and bounces back, ducking underneath a lariat attempt from Ronie. He hits the ropes again, storming back delivering a hard back elbow to Ronie that sends him crashing to the mat.

Ronie quickly rolls to his feet, but as soon as he takes a step forward, Graham delivers a leg kick that halts his movement. He follows up with a snapping kick that keels Ronie over, and then a stinging chop that straightens him right back up and reeling backward. Graham stalks after him, forcing him back into the ropes, and whipping him across the ring. Ronie however, hooks his arms around the ropes and prevents himself from bouncing off, but it doesn’t matter to Graham as he shoots forward, delivering a hard clothesline that sends Ronie flipping back out of the ring much to the crowds delight.

Kris Cruise: He really is a machine! J.B. Ronie may have underestimated his opponent here tonight.

Graham is fired up, motioning Ronie to get back on the inside, but he seems to be in no hurry. As the ref starts his count, Ronie takes his time, pacing around the ring and gathering his wits. Once the ref reaches the count of 9, Ronie hops back onto the apron and makes his way back into the ring. Once Ronie is back in the ring, he motions to Graham for another tie up.

Maurice looks around as the crowd jeers, thinking that Ronie is up to something. Maurice motions Ronie forward and the two men begin to circle around once more. They lock up, and Once again Maurice takes the upper hand, forcing Ronie into the corner. The two remain tied up until the referee jumps in to separate them. As Maurice backs up to make a clean break, Ronie reaches over the ref and pokes Graham right in the eyes causing the fans to erupt with boos.

Stephy Auger: A dirty trick from Ronie, but he’s found a way back into this match.

Kris Cruise: Is he…laughing?

Ronie lets out a laugh as Graham stumbles back. The ref gives him a sharp look, but Ronie simply holds up his hands in innocence. He then rushes forward, spinning Maurice around and driving a knee into his gut. He sets him up and connects with a pumphandle gutbuster before following up with a lateral press. His arm roughly pressing into Graham's jaw.

ONE!
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TWO!

Graham easily kicks out. Ronie, gets him back to a vertical base, but quickly puts him back down with a hammerlock body slam. Graham hits the mat hard, and as he rises to a seated position, Ronie storms towards the ropes, and comes back connecting with a sliding lariat. He then goes for another pin, using his leg to help pin Graham's arm down.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Stephy Auger: So close.

Once again Graham is able to kick out. J.B. rises to his feet, and lets out a chuckle as he delivers the Ronie stomp, methodically working his way around before ending with a spinning boot scrape to Graham’s face that causes the crowd to boo. He snatches Graham up and gets him back to a vertical base, and delivers a boot to the midsection. He pulls him in, looking to connect with the Ronie Driver, but Graham drives an elbow into his skull and slips down behind him. As Ronie turns around, he walks right into a big spinebuster from Graham that causes the crowd to cheer.

Kris Cruise: What impact on that spinebuster!

Graham climbs to his feet, and lifts Ronie back to his. He delivers a knee lift, and then connects with a snap suplex to cheers from the crowd. He then goes for a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

J.B. kicks out. Graham yanks him back to his feet, twisting his arm and connecting with a back leg lariat to cheers from the crowd. Ronie gets to his feet, and Graham drills him with a boot to the midsection. He looks to connect with The Cold Shoulder, but Ronie is able to push him off, sending him hurtling towards the ropes. As Graham rebounds, Ronie sidesteps, reaches underneath his eyepatch and whips a handful of confetti into his face!

Stephy Auger: Confetti? Did he just whip a handful of confetti into Maurice Graham’s face?

Kris Cruise: …you can’t get disqualified for confetti?

As Graham swats at the confetti, and claws the bits of paper from his face, Ronie shoots towards the ropes, bouncing off and connecting beautifully with a springboard 540 Roundhouse just as Graham turns to find him. He goes for the lateral press, once again digging his elbow into the side of Graham’s face.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Maurice Graham is able to kick out at the very last second. Ronie climbs to his feet, slowly staggering over towards the ropes. He climbs out onto the apron, and waits patiently for Maurice to get up. Ronie then goes for his springboard moonsault DDT, but before he can springboard off the ropes to connect with the move, he loses his footing and slips off the ropes, crashing down to the mat hard. He rolls around, clutching the back of his head but slowly staggers to his feet, only to get nailed with a Superkick from Graham that ignites the crowd. Graham then drops to make the cover.

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THR-NO!

Kris Cruise: I thought for sure that was it!

Somehow J.B. Ronie manages to get a shoulder up and the crowd lets out a collective sigh in disbelief. Graham sits up, not believing that Ronie survived the shot. He slowly climbs to his feet, signaling to the crowd thats its time to end this. He watches as Ronie fights to his feet, and as soon as he’s up, Graham stalks forward, looking to apply The Lockdown. Ronie is able to maneuver out of it though as he grabs hold of Graham’s arms and twists around, crossing them in the process. He then yanks Graham down and pulls him into position for the Rotten Bomb. It connects! And Ronie goes for the cover.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, J.B. RONIE!

Kris Cruise: He’s done it, J.B. Ronie goes two-and-oh here in FGA.

Stephy Auger: By no means a clean win, but the veteran certainly looked impressive out there. As did Maurice Graham; I’m sure both of these men have a bright future ahead of them.

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FGA's faithful, Spencer Burke's standing outside of a locker room with a plate on the door that reads "Fratdaddies." Eagerly he knocks on the door, hoping to score an interview with the FGA World Champ, Chandler Scott. However, a tall blonde woman in bra and panties opens the door and smiles at Burke. She waved for him to come in, and his excitement dwindled a bit once he saw Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. The former Pride champ was getting his diamond-studded boots laced by two other women also in bra and panties. Tony smiles at Spencer Burke and invites him in.

Sunshine Tony: Well well look what the cat dragged in. Bad Bama Burkyyy how are ya hun?

Spencer was more enamored with the half-dressed ladies and was barely paying attention.

Spencer Burke: ...Yes sir. *ahem* well Tony it's been a while I'll say. I see you're in heavy preparation for your match tonight against Sean Sands.

Burke takes a seat on the bench next to Tony who had a bottle of Yuengling in hand. Tony smiled and nudged Spencer on the shoulder.

Sunshine Tony: You already know. This is the part where I'm completely in my zone, no matter who I'm facing. This is the time of the show I get fully focused and really prepare to go out there and give the fans my ass to kiss a hundred percent. It's go hard or go home, I just hope Seanny Sophomore is ready.

Spencer puts his interviewer cap on and tries to keep his attention off of the women.

Spencer Burke: Well many seem to think that you're already declaring yourself the winner of the match. Much like you do before all of your matches, but this one in particular. You've given off the impression that Sands is past his prime and doesn't stand a chance.

Tony chuckles before taking a swig of the beer. He rolls his eyes and shakes his heads.

Sunshine Tony: Now now now. Seanny Sophomore has a chaaaaaance. He has a chance to make it look believable. I want a fight, Bama Burkey. I want him to take me to my limits and prove that he can do that much...I mean he's not winning but he can lose with dignity and that's all that matters. And no that's not me downplaying him or anything that's just me being confident in who I am and what I can do and I'm just confident that he can't outmatch me. Period point blank.

Burke adjusts his collar.

Spencer Burke: Well alright then. Let's switch gears here for a moment and talk about the Gold Rush rumble. Of course you weren't around for last year's event so what's going through your mind as we get closer and closer to the big match?

Sunshine Tony: That shit has my name written all over it. I have friends who will be in there and honestly I'm excited. I even hope it comes down to Cindy or Seth and I. Friendly competition is what I'm all about...now if you'll excuse me I must get back to prepping for tonight's festivities.

Tony claps his hands.

Sunshine Tony: Sandra show this lovely man out please? Thanks sweetie.

The same tall blonde who let Spencer in takes the interviewer's hands and leads him out the the locker room door. The cameraman follows suit, trying to get one more shot of the half naked ladies before officially exiting.

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Backstage at the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium, Camellia is standing next to some of the stagehands. They are laughing and talking quietly about NASCAR and the upcoming Renaissance Faire in North Carolina. It doesn’t take long before a friendly argument begins about who is the best driver. With a shake of her head and a quick laugh, Cami decides to leave the men to their bickering. Backing away, Cami bumps into a man coming down the hallway.

Cami: Oh, I am so sorry! Please forgive!

Her voice trails off as she sees who she accidentally bumped.

Cami: Mr. Seth. How, um, nice to see you…

Seth smiles and looks Cami up and down.

Seth Lawless: Hey, I knew I remembered you from somewhere.

Seth stops for a second and puts his hands on his bald head.

Seth Lawless: Wait same posture, feet on the ground...ah right I threw you out of the battle royal. Dumb me I forgot for a second.

Seth laughs and winks at Cami.

Pushing loose tendrils of hair behind her ear, she gives him a blatantly fake smile.

Cami: Yes, congratulations on eliminating me. You must be so proud of yourself for winning...oh wait. My apologies. Well, better luck next time.

With a little wave, Cami turns to walk away. Seth scoffs.

Seth Lawless: WAIT, excuse me one minute there Cami, Cam. You don’t know what happened out there! The lights were pretty bright and I looked up and was blinded.

Seth shakes his head.

Seth Lawless: Plus, I’m biding my time to strike. Soon it’ll happen.

Cami: Darlin’ of course you’re right. Those lights were extremely bright and it could have happened to anyone. Your lack of performance is nothing to be ashamed of. Keep trying and you’ll get it next time!

Giggling a bit at Seth, Cami bites her lower lip wondering if she should be scared. Seth nods his head and walks a little closer to Cami he puts his hands out going to choke her but he stops and puts his hands to the side.

Seth Lawless: You are so lucky. That I don’t hurt you. Look Cami, Cam. We have had two matches I beat you once, you beat me the other time...which I still think was pure luck. But nonetheless I threw you out of the ring so therefore I am better than you. But we are in the same boat I just wanted to tell you that don’t get in my way. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy title is mine and I don’t have time for bitches like you.

Seth smiles and nods his head thinking that he finally got her. Narrowing her eyes, Cami takes a step closer to Seth.

Cami: Now, that’s where you’re wrong darlin’. We are no where CLOSE to finished. You can take your attitude and distorted reality and leave. That title isn’t yours and, if I have any say, it never will be.

Seth chuckles.

Seth Lawless: You are so cute. Thinking you can stop me. Either way you are getting on my last nerve and you don’t want to be there.

Seth starts to walk away.

Seth Lawless: What a bitch.

Cami: Oh no, Mr. Seth, you are so very wrong. Not only can I stop you, but I have. When I pinned you, that wasn’t a lucky fluke or temporary blindness from bright lights. That was skill and talent, two things you may want to look up. And I do believe I am exactly where I want to be. Right in your way.

In a pique of temper, Camellia spins on her heels and walks away from Seth. Seth watches her walk away and throws his hands in the air.

Seth Lawless: Why are all the crazy ones hot. Damn this business.

Seth shakes his head and walks off bumping into some of the stagehands.

Seth Lawless: Out of my way THE NEXT BIG THING is coming through.[/quote]

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The #sparklebuddies vs. Marinette Bois Sech

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 263lbs … THE #SPARKLEBUDDIES!

"Jager Yoga" by CSS begins to play throughout the arena as pink and purple strobe lights cover the aisleway. From out behind the curtain step Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor to cheers from the crowd. They both make their way down to the ring in their matching ring attires, Annie slapping hands with the fans, bouncing back and forth between both sides of the aisle. Laurel - who's wearing a couple of bandages under her ring attire, and a few plasters - follows at a much slower pace, lost in her own little world. Annie runs up the ring steps and vaults over the top rope, and hops up a corner to raise a fist to more huge cheers. Laurel finally reaches the ring and climbs onto the apron, sighs, then steps through the ropes and just heads straight for their corner. Annie hops down and joins her. Annie hugs Laurel; Laurel wraps one protective arm around Annie, and with her other hand, rubs her own face then slaps herself in the forehead a couple of times to try and psyche herself up.

Stephy Auger: Laurel is far from a happy woman lately, and she's made no attempt to pretend she is.

Kris Cruise: She should be on top of the world. She's got a title match coming up at our very first ever pay-per-view. So many of our roster would kill to be in her place!

Stephy Auger: I think Hardy would kill to not be in it! She's pretty clearly been suffering from severe depression in recent months, and for someone with as destructive inclinations as Laurel Anne Hardy, I don't think that's good news for anyone.

Kris Cruise: And I have to wonder how Laurel's foul mood - which has really been her default ever since #Sparklebuddies' war with The Black Hand last year - is affecting Annie's mindset going into this. That's her tag team partner, one of her best friends, in a frighteningly dark place. That's not the kind of thing Annie's used to dealing with.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 450lbs … the team of Marquis Barlowe Saxon and Marshall Byron Stevenson … MARINETTE BOIS SECH!

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

Kris Cruise: These two give me the creeps, Stephy. Do you really think they practice in voodoo?

Stephy Auger: I’m not sure, but I’m not willing to argue against them. Marquis and Marshall have both been on a roll since they arrived here in FGA, but tonight they face some stiff competition in former tag champs, the #sparklebuddies.

The bell sounds to start the match as Annie and Marquis start things off for their respective teams. The fans here in Spartanburg are firmly in the corner of the #sparklebuddies, chanting for Annie as the two legal competitors circle the ring. They lock up collar and elbow and, despite her best efforts, Annie is easily overpowered. Marquis pushes her backwards so she hits the mat, but Zellor rolls through and stares up at her opponent.

Stephy Auger: I’ll tell you one thing, neither Annie nor Laurel want to get into a test of strength with their opponents.

Another collar and elbow tie up ensues and this time Marquis pushes Zellor back into the MBS corner. Marshall gets the tag in as Marquis holds Zellor in position, Marshall delivers four kicks to the midsection. The referee orders Marquis to leave the ring as he begrudgingly agrees. Zellor is stuck in the corner as Marshall delivers yet more stomps to the midsection, forcing her down to a seated position, whereupon Stevenson decides to place his boot across the youngster’s throat. The official begins the count.

Referee: One. Two. Three. Four–

Kris Cruise: Call that one four and a half.

The choke is broken as Marshall receives an admonishment from the referee for coming so close to the five count, but he pays it little mind. With one hand around the skull of his opponent, Marshall brings Annie back to her feet before a European uppercut sends her back against the ropes. An Irish whip follows; Annie is sent running across the ring as Marshall goes for a big boot – but Annie slides underfoot to evade the attack. She pops back up to her feet quick as a flash and launches herself upwards with a dropkick to the chest of Marshall Stevenson! It doesn’t quite knock him down, however, so she tries again with a step-up enziguri this time. Marshall is staggered, but still standing as Annie runs back against the ropes for some momentum – straight into the big boot! And the lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!

Annie kicks out. Marshall makes the tag back out to Marquis, who enters the ring quickly. He grabs Annie up and slams her right back down with a spinebuster as the crowd “ooh” in sympathy. Zellor is writhing in pain as Saxon lays the boots to her. On the apron, Laurel is trying to help encourage her tag partner, but her help is unappreciated by Saxon, who knocks her off the apron with a running forearm shot.

Stephy Auger: What was that for?

Kris Cruise: They’re going to do whatever it takes to win, Stephy – but I’m not sure if making Laurel even madder than she is now is a wise idea.

Laurel flies off the apron, landing near the aisle. She’s slow back to her feet, still nursing those injuries she’s suffered in GCW and PU, so she doesn’t see what’s happening in the ring. Zellor has been dragged back to her feet and lifted overhead in a gorilla press slam before being tossed recklessly over the top rope and onto the rising Laurel Anne Hardy!

Kris Cruise: Annie Zellor just got tossed like a lawn dart!

The fans boo again as both members of Marinette Bois Sech glare down the aisle at their fallen foes. They make no effort retrieve their prone bodies from ringside, instead waiting for the #sparklebuddies to pick themselves up. And, at the referee’s count of six, they manage to do just that. Annie slides into the ring, followed by Laurel who makes a b-line for Saxon – only to get restrained by the official. Saxon takes the opportunity to rake the eyes of Annie Zellor before sending her against the ropes with an Irish whip. Zellor holds onto the top rope though, stopping herself dead in her tracks. Saxon charges in after her, but Annie lowballs the rope, sending Marquis tumbling to the outside. The referee has managed to get an irate Laurel back to her corner on the other side of the ring as Annie begins to crawl across the ring – only to get cut off by Marshall Byron Stevenson.

Stephy Auger: So close to making the tag out!

The boots to the back keep Annie grounded before he drags her by the foot back towards the MBS corner. Saxon gets back into the ring and throws Annie back first against the turnbuckles. He unloads a series of forearm shots to the face, wearing the youngster down. A quick tag out to Marshall and the members of MBS take the chance to double team Zellor, stomping a mudhole in her midsection. Saxon heads across the ring to taunt Laurel, causing her to try and enter the ring. As she does so, the referee cuts her off, ordering her to leave the ring; Hardy is in no mood to listen to the official and tries to get past him, but he’s adamant that she can’t be in the ring right now. All the while she’s growing more and more irate, watching helplessly as MBS stomp her tag team partner. Finally Hardy relents and steps out onto the apron as the referee also orders Saxon to leave the ring.

Kris Cruise: Marinette Bois Sech has effectively cut that ring in half so far; Laurel Anne Hardy hasn’t even come close to getting in the ring.

Stephy Auger: And they’re wearing down perhaps the weaker member of the #sparklebuddies, Kris. I’m not sure how much more Annie Zellor can have left in the tank.

Marshall brings Annie out of the corner by a handful of hair and throws her head first into the top turnbuckle of a neutral corner. An Irish whip follows as he sends Zellor from pillar to post, charging in after her – only to get a boot to the face! Stevenson staggers backwards as Zellor rushes out of the corner, executing All That Glitters! The crowd are on their feet as they see Marshall get driven head first into the mat; Annie is down as well though, seemingly tired from the beatdown she’s endured thus far.

Kris Cruise: Can Annie make the tag out?!

Stephy Auger: She needs to…

Annie is on all fours, crawling towards her corner and the outstretched hand of Laurel Anne Hardy – but in comes Marquis Barlowe Saxon! He grabs Zellor by the foot, but Annie kicks him in the face with her free leg before diving to the corner! And in comes Laurel Anne Hardy!

Stephy Auger: The tag is made, here comes Laurel Anne Hardy!

She delivers the legitimate haafu businesswoman kick to the rising Stevenson, knocking him back down to the mat before turning her attention to Saxon. He charges in with a clothesline, but Hardy ducks and counters with a thrust kick to the midsection as he turns around. She goes against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a vicious knee strike to the side of the head and down goes Saxon! The crowd are eating it up, however, cheering the #sparklebuddies on despite Laurel seeming to have little to no intention of playing to them tonight. Stevenson is back on his feet as he catches Laurel from behind with an axhandle smash. A knee lift to the midsection has the Briton doubled over before Stevenson runs against the ropes, coming back with a running knee lift – but Hardy evades the attack as, on the apron, Annie springboards up onto the top rope, flying through the air with a crossbody block while Laurel simultaneously catches Stevenson with a lungblower!

Kris Cruise: What team work by the #sparklebuddies!

Zellor rolls out of the ring as Laurel makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

Saxon makes the save. In comes Zellor again, charging at Saxon who catches her with a back elbow. He’s not fast enough to stop Hardy, however. She unloads on him with a veritable flurry of rights and lefts; the two of them trading blows in the center of the ring; Saxon appears to be gaining the upper hand until Annie catches him from behind with a springboard missile dropkick! Saxon staggers forward and gets caught in a butterfly hold by Hardy before she executes the Winter Garden Photograph!

Stephy Auger: Throat first down across the knee, that has to hurt!

The referee is unsure how to maintain order as Hardy turns her attention back to Stevenson. He’s just getting back to his feet, holding his back when Laurel grabs him in an inverted facelock. Zellor makes her way to the top rope as Laurel performs a reverse DDT onto her knee, keeping Marshall there as Annie leaps off with a double foot stomp! A hook of the leg from Laurel!

ONE!
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Saxon is on his feet…
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TWO!
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He leaps to make the save, but Annie cuts him off.
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, THE #SPARKLEBUDDIES!

Kris Cruise: They did it! The #sparklebuddies return to winning ways in their first tag match since Final Frontier!

Annie starts to celebrate the win, but Laurel has already left the ring and is heading up the aisle. The MBS members are beginning to stir, so Zellor beats a hasty retreat, following her tag partner up the aisle as Marshall and Marquis both glare at their opponents.

Stephy Auger: That vicious streak from Laurel might have saved the day for the #sparklebuddies tonight, but Marinette Bois Sech certainly looked impressive throughout.

Kris Cruise: No doubt, Stephy. I’d say we’re looking at potential future FGA World Tag Team Champions right there in the ring. And maybe even winners of the upcoming Dynamic Duos tournament?

Stephy Auger: They’re certainly contenders. And remember, we’ll have more information about this year’s Dynamic Duos tournament over the coming weeks.

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The view goes backstage to where someone is backstage, stretching. As the camera approaches, it reveals that the person in question is the new Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, Fujiko Mine. She has the aforementioned championship strapped tight across her chest, in an...interesting display. She turns towards the camera, but does not acknowledge it and continues stretching. A shadow cast from someone approaching does catch her attention, and she looks up. The camera pans back to see Noelle Smith, dressed for competition and she pauses, watching Fujiko for a moment before she wets her pink tinted lips and speaks.

Noelle Smith: I shouldn’t be here, but I wanted to speak to you before our match. I guess I really just want to know why you did it. I mean, you warned me you’d do anything but I thought you’d want to prove more than just you were smarter than the referee. That you were a good wrestler before you were an...opportunist. You’re strong, you’re smart, you didn’t need to do it, Fujiko. I’d have been so happy to have you be my first opponent to the title, too. But now, you have it and you have something that should have been mine. I just want you to know though, I don’t hate you for it. I just have something to prove now, more than I did before - and I want to know why. I want to understand you.

She kept a decent space between them, not wanting Fujiko to feel that she was trying to crowd or intimidate her, and waited with her hands on her hips for Fujiko to answer. Fujiko takes in a breath, trying to do her best to appear civil. She wasn’t interested in gloating or boasting. She keeps eye contact as best she can.

Fujiko Mine: First of all, thank you for coming to me and talking. I was actually planning on finding you after I finished stretching, but it’s just as well. Why I did it? Noelle, you make it sound so...shady.

She takes her gaze off Noelle for a moment.

Fujiko Mine: I did it because no one told me I was eliminated. The ending of that match wasn’t like what I did to Dante Anglais, or to Jake Wylde, or to anyone else. When you pushed me out, there was no one there to tell me I was officially out. So I did what I was taught to do: Keep going until the bell rings. If they would’ve told me that I lost after the fact, then I’d be content with you being the champion. But that didn’t happen. They gave me this.

She points to the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship fastened across her chest. She keeps her tone neutral as possible to avoid conflict.

Fujiko Mine: I’m sorry if you feel slighted. I was, and am offering you a chance to take this from me. But first, I need to confront Mirage. He is going to want to take this away from me. I can’t let him win. I am going to prove that I deserve to be the champion, and to do that, I’m going to need to beat people like him, and you. So I really wish you luck tonight, Noelle. I hope that you got what you came here for.

Fujiko gives her a nod.

Fujiko Mine: I-...I guess I’ll see you out there.

She bows slightly, then turns her back and walks away, leaving the camera to focus on on Noelle's face.

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Mike Bisignano vs. Alex Sage

The lights go out as the opening chords of “Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI plays over the PA system. The lights come up and standing at the top of the entrance ramp is Mike `The Biz’ Bisignano. He has short hair and is wearing a plain black hoodie that is unzipped, a pair of black UFC style tight fight shorts, and black wrestling boots. On the back of the shorts it says "The Biz" in white font. He also sports black kickpads over the boots. The hood is pulled over his head hiding his head.

Kris Cruise: Listen to these fans, Stephy, they do not like Mike Bisignano.

Stephy Auger: I don’t blame them, Kris. Hopefully tonight Alec Sage can, once again, humble this egotistical veteran.

The fans are booing and jeering as The Biz stands at the bottom of the aisle. He flips his hood back before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He then gets up on the top turnbuckle and looks out at the fans as the music fades. He then does a back flip landing on his feet and leans back into the corner awaiting the start of the match.

J.A. Aldridge: In the ring at this time... he hails from New York, New York and weighed in tonight at 202lbs .. He is... "THE BIZ" MIKE BISIGNNNANNNO!!!!

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 makes his way out from the back to an earnest cheer from the Spartanburg fans. He’s not as energetic as usual and only slaps hands with the fans on his left side. Nonetheless, he removes his jacket and poses for the fans.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 164lbs … He is ‘THE KNOCKOUT KID’ ALEC SAGE!

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

The bell sounds to start the match as both men emerge from their corners. Confident from his backstage attack earlier, The Biz strolls to the center of the ring and offers up a test of strength to his opponent; Alec Sage doesn’t want any of it, however. Instead he chooses to get up in the face of Mike Bisignano, only to get slapped for his trouble. The crowd jeer as Sage is turned away, holding his cheek – but they pop as the Knockout Kid fires back with a hard left hand!

Kris Cruise: Even after the attack earlier tonight, Alec Sage still has the guts to come out here and wrestle this match. Truly inspiring.

Stephy Auger: You have to wonder how much damage was done to that arm, though.

Kris Cruise: And thank God Prince Kaour was there when he was, otherwise who knows what would’ve happened.

The Biz fires one right back as the two men trade blows in the center of the ring – Sage being forced to go Southpaw after what happened earlier in the evening. That is, until The Biz goes south with a knee lift to the midesction. He grabs the right arm of the doubled over Sage and applies an arm wringer; the look of pain of Alec’s face says it all as The Biz wrenches it harder. He drops an elbow down across the shoulder, forcing Sage down to one knee, but The Knockout Kid stands back up almost immediately. He grabs at the hands of The Biz with his free hand, trying to reverse the arm wringer – but The Biz stops him dead in his tracks with a boot to the gut.

Stephy Auger: Alec Sage falling victim to a common trick there.

A quick snap suplex follows as Sage is taken down to the mat, whereupon The Biz grabs Sage’s arm and drops a knee down across the elbow. Sage howls in pain, and his cries are even louder the second time before The Biz walks away from the scene. Bisignano takes a moment to taunt the crowd, pointing at the downed Alec Sage and telling them this one will be over quickly.

But, as he goes to grab Sage by the head, The Biz finds himself on the receiving end of a boot to the skull! The fans cheer as Sage forces himself back to his feet; his opponent is staggering away, holding his head as Sage approaches. He ducks the clothesline attempt by The Biz and counters with a left jab, then another, and a third jab before Sage clocks his opponent with a huge right hook – then clutching his arm in agony afterwards.

Kris Cruise: Out of habit, Sage using that injured arm.

Stephy Auger: He needs to be careful, otherwise he’s just helping The Biz out.

The Biz sits up, and just in time to eat a running dropkick to the face from Alec Sage as he rebounds off the ropes. The Biz rolls towards the ropes, sliding out under the bottom one and to the outside as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. But Sage isn’t waiting for him; The Knockout Kid climbs out onto the apron and charges with an axhandle smash – but The Biz counters with a punch to the gut! Sage stands there, doubled over in agony as The Biz runs at him with a clothesline attempt – NO! Sage ducks and counters, catching Bisignano with a back suplex onto the ring apron!

Kris Cruise: Oh, I felt that suplex from here! And Biz’s head just bounced off the ring apron there.

The Biz is howling in pain as he rolls back into the ring, clutching at his neck and the back of his head as Sage climbs back up onto the ring apron. This time he waits patiently; The Biz is milking the injury, taking his time to get back to his feet, allowing Sage time to rally the crowd, getting them to clap along before he leaps through the middle ropes to deliver an ace crusher!

Stephy Auger: There’s no pins in this match of course, otherwise I think Sage might have this won after that move.

Sage paces around the ring, once more rallying the fans to his cause before he drags his opponent back to his feet. An Irish whip sends The Biz running towards the corner, whereupon he hits the turnbuckle hard. Clutching at his back again, The Biz staggers out of the corner and straight into a savate kick, which coincidentally knocks him right back into the corner. Sage take the opportunity, climbing to the middle rope as he begins a ten punch combo with his left hand. The punches don’t seem to be having as much effect as he’d like, however, so Sage climbs down and goes for another Irish whip to send The Biz from pillar to post. But it’s reversed! The Biz manages to send Sage hurtling back into the corner where he was just standing as, in an impressive display of athleticism, Sage flips backwards over the turnbuckle, landing on the apron. The Biz thinks he has the upper hand, but as he turns to face his opponent, Sage slingshots into the ring with a tornado DDT!

Kris Cruise: He just spiked him head first into the mat again, Stephy, I think this might be it!

The referee notices that The Biz isn’t moving and begins to administer the ten count.

Referee: “One! Two! Three! Four!”

The Biz is showing signs of life, but not enough to sit up.

Referee: “Five! Six!”

Bisignano sits up, immediately finding himself on the receiving end of a soccer kick to the back before Sage lifts him back up anyway. Sage grabs his opponent in a front facelock as he moves towards the corner, springboarding off the ropes with a tornado DDT that spikes Mike Bisignano head first into the canvas! The crowd are on their feet applauding rapturously as Sage points to the corner.

Stephy Auger: He’s going high risk!

He takes his time, grimacing at the pain in his arm as he climbs, but Sage manages to ascend to the top rope; Bisignano is still down on the mat in front of him as Sage turns around and leaps off with a double rotation moonsault! He connects with The Limit Breaker and hooks a leg!

Kris Cruise: There’s no pinfalls in this match…

The referee reminds Sage that he can’t win by pinfall and the rookie looks almost ashamed of himself for forgetting that; it only lasts a moment, however, before he takes The Biz in a front facelock and tries to lock in a guillotine choke, scissoring the body with his legs. The move isn’t exactly expertly applied, however – but the referee is there checking for a submission, regardless. The Biz assures the official that’s not giving in, but Sage wrenches the holds tighter, grimacing in pain as he’s using his right arm to apply the hold. The Biz begins to fight back, punching at the injured arm of his opponent until finally Sage is forced to release the choke hold. The Biz rolls away under the bottom rope and onto the apron as Sage stands back up in the ring.

The Biz picks himself up, gasping for air as Sage approaches, grabbing the veteran over the rope by the hair – but The Biz drops down, bringing Sage’s arm down across the rope. The youngster backs away, holding his arm in pain as Bisignano re-enters the ring. The veteran swings with a roundhouse kick, but Sage has the awareness about him to manage to duck it. He counters with a clothesline – but The Biz grabs the arm and brings Sage down to the mat before applying a Fujiwara armbar!

Kris Cruise: The Biz has the arm bar locked in, but Sage is so close to the ropes…

Stephy Auger: Can he reach them?

The referee drops to check for a submission; Sage is mere inches from the ropes; pain is etched on his face as he holds out his left hand, trying desperately to grab hold of that bottom rope. The Biz tightens his hold, wrenching back on the injured arm and Alec Sage is forced to tap! The crowd boo and jeer as the bell sounds, but The Biz doesn’t release the arm bar. The bell continues to ring as the referee tries to pry Mike Bisignano off his opponent; he finally succeeds in doing so as The Biz stands up, victorious.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of submission … MIKE BISIGNANO!

Kris Cruise: Mike Bisignano picking up the victory, but at what cost, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: He attacked his opponent in the car park before the show, and he worked that arm throughout the whole match.

Bisignano begins to lay the boots to Sage before the referee pushes him away; the veteran makes his way backstage, gloating to the fans about what he just achieved inside that ring as Sage continues to lie there, clutching at his right arm.

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The scene opens with Marshall Byron Stevenson standing in front of the camera with his head down allowing his long dreads to cover his face. Miro Brendan Sperling and Marquis Barlowe Saxon are seen standing in the background. Miro with his nose up as he looks over to the camera and Marquis rubbing his hands together while looking down.

Marshall Byron Stevenson: You think we give a damn about the outcome of our match earlier? As always, you foolish humans have found yourself mistaken per usual.

Miro Brendan Sperling: Because you see before we came into this arena the Goddess spoken to us...She has gifted us with the sight of an revelation of our future here….And the fate of Frontier Grappling Artists as a whole…

Marquis slowly begins to look up from his hands and over to the camera.

Marquis Barlowe Saxon: You all shall pay tribute to the Goddess Marientte Bois Sech. And you will all do so by the pouring of your blood. Your blood shall serve as gold. We smell it...The scent of the gold rushing through your veins. It shall be ours. Don’t think for a second whether or not you infidels have a choice in the matter. This is non-fucking-negotiable.

Marshall Byron Stevenson: The Goddess has informed us of the Gold Rush coming to FGA. And in her honor we will secure this for her. Please do not be mistaken, I know how easy that is for you people. We do not speak of the chances of winning championship gold. That is still in the sights of our future, do not worry. For now we wish to fill the clouds with blood. Your blood. We shall bare witness to the raining of your blood...And consume the richness of gold that it beholds.

Miro walks over to the camera and sniffs a little. He then growls a little as his voice is heard becoming a bit more deeper and sinister.

Miro Brendan Sperling: The wolves are on the hunt for gold…..The Gold Rush…..Begins…

The scene begins to fade away soon after.

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Fujiko Mine vs. 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'

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

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: Three weeks ago in Charlotte, Noelle Smith had that battle royal won to crown the new Mid-Atlantic champion…

Stephy Auger: Totally agree with you; she had eliminated Fujiko Mine and was the last competitor standing, but the officials at ringside never saw Fujiko get eliminated.

Kris Cruise: As a result she managed to sneak back into the ring and eliminate Noelle herself, thus being crowned as the new FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion. Now it’s a non-title match, but these two are here to settle the score.

A short static burst rings out, following by a high pitched buzz. It 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 Mid Atlantic Legacy championship is fastened tight across her chest, pushing the 'girls' up. She points to it with a grin, and poses as a few fans throw multicolored streamers around her on the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…she is the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion … ‘LADY LUCK’ FUJIKO MINE!

She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before posing. She high fives some of the fans that have their hands outstretched. 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 more multicolored streamers around her. She unfastens the championship belt, and poses with it close to her face. She then hops down, and places the belt down in her corner. She then bounces on her heels, ready to start the match.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors begin to circle the ring before locking up collar and elbow in the center of the squared circle. Noelle gains the upper hand, ducking around the back as she applies a hammerlock submission hold; it doesn’t take long, however, for Fujiko to start fighting her way out of it. She fires off a couple of back elbows to the face before reversing the hold with a hammerlock of her own – it’s immediately countered into a sit-out jawbreaker by Noelle!

Stephy Auger: Noelle Smith getting the better of her opponent here in the early going.

Kris Cruise: Both these women like to fly, but they can still wrestle with the best of them, Stephy.

Both competitors scramble back to their feet and Fujiko gets taken down by an arm drag. Again, both competitors rush back to their feet and again, Noelle executes an arm drag to send her opponent across the ring. The two women stand back up on opposite sides of the ring, staring at one another as the crowd gives them a round of applause. Once more, they circle the ring before locking up collar and elbow. This time, however, Fujiko goes south with a knee lift to the midsection before applying a side headlock. She wrenches the neck a couple of times as Noelle brings her backwards towards the ropes; Noelle is able to bounce off the ropes, pushing Fujiko away and across the ring, whereupon she bounces off the ropes herself. Noelle gets taken down by the shoulder block and Fujiko immediately runs against the perpendicular ropes. Noelle flips over onto her stomach as her opponent hops over her, hitting the ropes once more. And this time Mine throws herself at her opponent, perfectly executing a wheelbarrow bulldog that drives Noelle face first into the mat! And the first cover of the match.

Kris Cruise: Could this be it?

ONE!
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TWO!

But Noelle throws the shoulder up. Fujiko stands back up, lifting Noelle with her as the champion throws her opponent head first into the top turnbuckle, not once, not twice but three times. Noelle falls back into the corner before she gets Irish whipped from pillar to post; she hits the far turnbuckle hard, followed immediately by Fujiko who clobbers her opponent with a lariat. Another Irish whip ensues as Noelle is sent back the way she came, and this time Fujiko charges in after her with a running flying butt bump! The crowd pop at the move as Noelle staggers out of the corner.

Kris Cruise: There’s the butt bump!

Stephy Auger: Calm down, Kris. But where’s Fujiko going now? Is she going to take to the skies?

Fujiko hops over the top rope and out onto the apron as she waits for Noelle to turn around, before vaulting into the ring with a springboard missile dropkick! Right to the kisser. Fujiko hooks the leg this time.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Noelle throws the shoulder up again. Mine looks to the referee to double check, but he assures her it was only a two count. Undeterred, Fujiko lifts her opponent back to a vertical base once again before whipping Noelle into the corner once more. She hits the turnbuckle hard as Fujiko readies herself to charge in, leaping up for the monkey flip – but Noelle lands on her feet! The Legacy champion turns around in shock and charges at her opponent with a clothesline attempt – Noelle bridges backwards to evade the attack, pushing her legs upwards to catch the surprised Fujiko around the neck for a modified headscissors takedown!

Stephy Auger: Terrific counter from Noelle Smith to get herself back into this match!

Both competitors stand back up as Noelle performs a Japanese arm drag to take her opponent down. And another after that. Fujiko rolls towards the ropes, exiting the ring to try and gather her bearings, but Noelle stays on her; she climbs out onto the apron before running and flying through the air, catching Fujiko Mine with a crossbody block to the outside!

Noelle gets up first, soaking in the crowd’s cheers as Fujiko stays splayed out on the ringside mats. The referee begins a count-out, but he hardly gets to two before Noelle brings the action back into the ring, rolling her opponent in under the bottom rope before climbing the ring steps herself. As she steps through the ropes though, Fujiko catches her with a small package!

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Kris Cruise: Close but no cigar!

Noelle reverses it so she’s the one pinning…

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Stephy Auger: Another kick out.

Fujiko kicks out! Both women scramble back to their feet as Noelle strikes first, catching the Legacy champion with a toe kick to the midsection. Followed by some forearm smashes that have Lady Luck staggered. An Irish whip ensues as Mine is sent against the ropes; Noelle readies herself for a back body drop, but the move is easily scouted and countered by a DDT! Noelle getting spiked head first into the canvas. Fujiko picks herself back up and runs against the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope with a lionsault – but Noelle gets her knees up.

Kris Cruise: Nobody home!

Fujiko crashes to the mat clutching at her ribcage as Noelle takes a run up before performing a running shooting star press for the cover.

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THR-NOO!

Fujiko gets the shoulder up and Noelle looks a little shocked. She runs her hands through her hair in frustration before standing back up, bringing Fujiko with her. An Irish whip sends the Legacy champion towards the corner; she hits the turnbuckle moments before Noelle follows up with a lariat. Fujiko is stunned, slumping down slightly until Noelle picks her up, seating her on the top turnbuckle before taking a moment to pose for the fans. Noelle climbs to the middle rope, then the top rope – but Fujiko fires off a punch to the midsection. Then another. And a third before she’s able to push Noelle away!

Kris Cruise: Timmmmbbbbeer!

She hits the canvas back first and stays down, looking up at the lights as Fujiko steadies herself on the top rope. The crowd are waiting I hushed anticipation as the Legacy champion flies through the air with a double foot stomp! Fujiko rolls through afterwards, but slowly makes her way back over to make the cover.

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Stephy Auger: I thought that was it, Kris. Fujiko was half a second away from winning this match.

Kris Cruise: Never count out Noelle Smith, Stephy.

Fujiko looks to the official in shock this time, making sure that wasn’t a three count, but the referee assures her it wasn’t. Undeterred, Fujiko stands back up, circling the ring as she waits for Noelle to do the same. Pushing herself up to all fours before she tries to stand, Noelle soon finds herself on the receiving end of a clubbing blow to the back. Fujiko grabs her in a rear waistlock – but Noelle tries to fight her way out of it, sending some back elbows to the face of Fujiko Mine before Noelle runs towards the ropes. She grabs hold of the top rope before using her body weight to force Fujiko away; the champion rolls backwards across the ring but pops right back to her feet as Noelle slowly runs at her with a lariat – NO! Fujiko ducks under the raised arm and dives behind her opponent…

“BOOBPLEX!”

Kris Cruise: The Boobplex connects! This could be it!

Noelle gets folded up like an accordion as Fujiko scrambles over, rolling her up for the cover.

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Stephy Auger: Another near fall.

Noelle kicks out and Fujiko sits there in utter disbelief. She literally can’t see a way that Noelle managed to kick out before the three count. Growing increasingly frustrated, the Legacy champion lifts her opponent back to a vertical base. She goes for an Irish whip, but Noelle blocks it, looping back under Fujiko’s arm before hitting a cutthroat inverted snapmare driver! The champion’s head bounces off the mat, but Noelle can’t capitalize. She remains down on the mat next to Fujiko, exhausted. Noelle pushes herself up to all fours and begins crawling towards the ropes, using them to get back to her feet before climbing out onto the apron. In the ring, Fujiko is slowly but surely getting back to her feet when she spots Noelle on the apron; she charges at her in an attempt to knock her off the apron, but Noelle blocks it with a shoulder to the gut. Followed by a sunset flip!

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NO!

The champion claps her legs together to break the pin before she performs a backwards roll, only to rush in and jackknife pin Noelle.

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Noelle kicks out and, again, both women scramble back to their feet. They seem to be on their second wind as Fujiko throws an elbow smash. Only for Noelle to fire right back. The two of them trade blows back and forth in the center of the ring until Fujiko connects with a toe kick. As she has her opponent doubled over, Fujiko runs back against the ropes, coming back with a bicycle knee lift – NO! Noelle evades the attack, diving to one side out of harm’s way. Fujiko turns around and is met by a boot to the gut before Noelle hooks her head. SWING! SET! MATCH–NO!

Kris Cruise: Where did he come from?

The ‘other’ Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion appears from out of nowhere, storming the ring as he clobbers Noelle from behind with his title belt. The referee calls for the bell, but Mirage is unaffected. He grabs up the doubled over Fujiko Mine and drives her head first into the mat with Chupacabra. Noelle doesn’t escape unscathed, though; Mirage hooks her arms from behind and takes her overhead, slamming her head and neck first into the mat with The Hook. The crowd are booing heavily, the bell is ringing and Mirage appears to be calm and collected, staring down at the prone bodies of Fujiko Mine and Noelle Smith. He picks up his Legacy title belt and puts it over his shoulder as he calmly leaves the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this to be a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

Stephy Auger: Mirage sneaking out from under the ring before laying waste to Fujiko and Noelle here…

Kris Cruise: Do you think he was trying to send a message, Stephy? We all know he thinks himself to be the true Legacy champion.

Stephy Auger: He got stripped of his title months ago when he got injured–

Kris Cruise: But did he really get injured? Or was that a ploy to take the belt from because of his actions towards Chaz Holiday?

Stephy Auger: Do you realize how crazy you sound right now, Kris? Regardless of his reasons, Mirage has robbed us all of a finish to this match; I don’t think this is over by a long shot…

[Deleted]

[We return backstage to see Cherry Baum is on the warpath, brandishing a handful of the missing persons' posters that she's torn down from walls all over the backstage of the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium with the kind of malice usually reserved for Jason Voorhees - while, by complete coincidence, Johnny Karma is following her through the hallways]

Karma: Maybe you should think of slowing down...

Cherry: Not until I've found whose doing this!

[As she says this, Cherry tears another poster off the wall, adding it to the ever growing pile in her hand, as she continues to march through the hallways until she suddenly comes to a stop, her teeth grinding and her eyes narrowing as she sees the person responsible]

Cherry: You...

[We see the person that Cherry has seen - it's Cyncity, with a large pile of the posters sticking out of a bag slung around her shoulder, stapling another poster to the nearest wall. Cyncity turns her head right after she hears her voice, innocently waving at the duo.]

Cyncity: There you are! Holy smokes! I was literally getting worried aboutcha, Karmy!

[Cyncity runs towards Karma and scratches his head as if he were a pet dog. She shifts her focus to Cherry, looking behind her to see the trail of posters.]

Cyncity: Look whatcha did you little rodent! You made a mess out of this hallway! You ripped my stinkin' posters down when all I was trying to was help you find Johnnyboy!

[Cyncity reaches into her bag, pulls out all of her posters and throws them in the air. They scatter all over the place, one of them even landing on Johnny's head.]

Cyncity: Since you like making a mess so much you can clean this one too! Jeeze! This is the last time I ever try doing something nice for you guys. Can't do anything around this place without someone like Cherry Scum messing it all up!

[The member of Sex Sells breathes out a sigh, now looking directly at Karma.]

Cyncity: Have you found your little Dan's yet, Johnny? I kinda sorta felt bad for the---

[Cindy pauses, and immediately starts chuckling.]

Cyncity: Ahhh, who am I kidding?! I thoroughly enjoyed watching you tuck your tail and run away like the little punk chihuahua you are! And you!

[Cyn turns to Cherry with a scowl.]

Cyncity: Pick this mess up! You know paper comes from trees, right?! So it's basically like you just took down a whole forest in these hallways! Clean it up.

[Cyn makes a 'run along' gesture with her hands.]

Cyncity: Go ahead. Clean it up. Shoo shoo shoo.

Cherry: That’s it.

[Cherry thrusts the pile of posters she’s been carrying into Karma’s unsuspecting hands, keeping her eyes locked on Cyncity as she does so]

Cherry: From where I’m standing there’s just one pile of trash in this hallway, and I’m looking right at it hun’.

[Karma raises an eyebrow in the background, but Cherry isn’t finished]

Cherry: I have no idea what your problem is, though I can take a wild guess, but your little campaign better stop and it better stop now, because I am not in the mood for playing games right now.

[Cyncity takes the hat off of her head and tosses it to the ground. She looks at the pile of posters resting in Karma's hands before she meets Cherry's gaze with her own.]

Cyncity: What the HECK did you just say to me?

[In one fluid motion, Cyncity reaches her hand back, and then smacks Cherry in the face!]

Cyncity: I put these stinkin' flyers up to HELP YOU GUYS, AND THIS?! THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?! YOU KNOW NOBODY ELSE IN THIS STINKIN' COMPANY WAS GONNA HELP YOU FIND KARMA, BUT I DID. I STINKIN' DID OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! YOU CALL ME TRASH?! YOU RIP MY FLYERS DOWN?!

[Cyncnity, now fuming, shifts her focus over to Karma.]

Cyncity: And YOOOOOOOOOU! MISTER I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HECK I AM ANYMORE!

[Cyn points her finger at Karma, not realizing that Cherry was staring at her, waiting to pounce.]

Cyncity: LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, MISTER! I HAVE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH---

[Before Cyn can finish, Cherry lunges forwards and grabs Cyncity by the hair, yanking her off balance so she falls on the floor before demonstrating her Coney Island jiu-jitsu skills by flailing her hands at Cyncity until Karma steps in, trying to drag Cherry off Cyn but finding her a lot tougher to subdue than he expects - but, lucky for Karma, Cyn uses the distraction to place a foot between her and Cherry, pushing Cherry off of her to the floor, but before Cyn can get a receipt Karma grabs Cherry and drags her out of the way]

Cherry: LET ME GO!!!!!!!

[Karma picks up Cherry and tosses her over his shoulder, carrying her away while she's still flailing her hands in Cyn's direction. Cyncity, meanwhile, continues goading Cherry as she's being carried away until Karma rounds a corner, at which point Cyn smirks and walks away, checking to see if Cherry's assault hasn't knocked a hair out of place]

[Deleted]

Jimmy Page vs. Johnny Karma

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 230 pounds… JIMMY PAGE!

Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page still thinks that the championship was misplaced or that it was stolen from him. He still thinks that he’s the champion.

Stephy Auger: There’s thinking that you’re still the champion and THINKING that you’re still the champion. Page is clearly the latter. I would say someone should try and reason with Page. You know, maybe show him footage of the match. But given the unstable nature of Page, I’m not sure that’s such a great idea.

[The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present a decidedly lackadaisical vision of The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma onto the entrance ramp - where he stands for a moment looking distracted by the bright lights, before he wanders down the entrance ramp]

[Karma walks down the ramp, looking at his feet the entire time, seemingly unaware there's a crowd surrounding him as he walks to the ring]

Kris Cruise: Johnny Karma has had a case of the blues ever since losing in the Fatal 4-Way at A New Odyssey.

Stephy Auger: He has. Karma put his heart and soul into that match. He wanted that World Championship more than anything. Unfortunately for him, Chandler Scott was able to best him, Sean Sands and Jimmy Page. Despite a win three weeks ago against Yun Goeun, Karma still doesn’t seem like himself. Well, he better snap out of it because Jimmy Page is the last person you want to be in the ring with if your attention is elsewhere.

[One Karma reaches ringside, Cherry skips past him and climbs onto the ring apron so she can hold the ropes open for him, but instead Karma rolls under the ropes into the ring and he walks towards the nearest corner so he can slouch against the turnbuckles]

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

[Cherry walks along the ring apron and gives Karma a few reassuring words before she steps through the ropes into the ring, which Karma seems to be paying attention to yet he still seems to be lacking focus]

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

[Karma unzip his ring jacket and places it on the top rope, where it promptly falls to ringside with a remarkable lack of grace, as Cherry calls for the house mic]

Cherry: Introducing first, the man who didn't lose everything at A New Odyssey...

(Page grabs a microphone and leans on the ropes.)

Jimmy Page: HE'S NOTHING BUT A SHELL!!!! YOU and me both know that! And each and every time you try and give that failure a chance to become something he SQUANDERS it!!!! I am SICK and TIRED of having to see this defected piece of filth!!! I don't have TIME for him so let him come down and get BEAT!!!!

[Cherry places her hand over the mic and approaches Karma, trying to give him a few reassuring words to try and keep his head in the proverbial game, before she returns to the middle of ring to try and continue where she was before she was so rudely interrupted]

Cherry: ...hailing from Queens NYC, he weighs in at a calm, cool and confident 233lbs, he is looking to rediscover his monumental mojo at Jimmy Page's expense, he is...

Jimmy Page: He. Will. Lose. Get it through your thick BIMBO head!!!! You keep twisting a knife into his chest and you're gaping the wound!! Listen to me Karma, do me, and these fans a favor, you walk away, take your little dog with you; And go crawl into a hole where no one has to suffer through your tired routine again!!!!!

[Page tosses the microphone, wild eyed, shouting, "DISAPPEAR!!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!" at the top of his lungs.]

[Cherry walks over to Karma, again looking to boost his confidence with some well-chosen words - but Karma holds open the ring ropes for Cherry, but instead Cherry turns around and looks Page in the eye, and lists the mic to her lips once more]

Cherry: ...he is JOHNNY KARMA.

[Cherry turns to Karma, telling him he'll be okay, before she steps through the ropes to the floor]

The bell sounds as Page runs over and socks Karma with a straight right to the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Talk about “pow, right in the kisser”! Page just nailed Karma with a good one. Maybe it’s Karma that should be checking his Chiclets right about now...

Karma tries to get back to his feet, but Page stomps him right on the face. Karma again tries to get back to his feet. But he receives another stomp to the face from Page. Page reaches down, picks up Karma, runs and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After a punch to the midsection doubles Karma over, Page kicks him in the backside, sending Karma stumbling into the corner. Cherry pleads for Karma to get his head in the match. But Karma appears to be too overwhelmed.

Stephy Auger: Cherry’s trying to get Karma back in this match. But it might be too late already.

Page turns him around and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Karma and whips him into the opposite corner. After sizing up Karma, Page runs across the ring and connects with a hard clothesline. He takes a few steps back, only to charge forward and connect with another clothesline. This one sends Karma slumping down in the corner. With Karma in the seated position, Page takes the opportunity to choke Karma with his foot. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Page lets go to take off into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a running facewash. Page then drags Karma from out of the corner before making the cover.

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Karma kicks out. Cherry can be seen on the outside applauding. The fact that he kicked out and didn’t just let himself get beat is a good sign for her.

Kris Cruise: Karma’s been struggling to get his confidence back since A New Odyssey. What would a win here tonight do for him?

Stephy Auger: It would do wonders, Kris.

Page picks up Karma and connects with a headbutt, sending Karma stumbling into the ropes. Page then goes over, pulls Karma away from the ropes and nails him with a forearm strike, sending Karma stumbling into another set of ropes. So Page goes over, pulls Karma away from the ropes and sets him up for a short-arm clothesline. But Karma ducks and counters with a school boy.

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Page kicks out.

After both grapplers rush to get back to their feet, Page is met with a series of stinging chops that echo throughout the arena. But Karma’s offense is cut short as Page delivers a double chop to the throat. With Karma doubled over, Page grabs him, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. Cherry goes over to check on Karma. But she quickly retreats once Page rolls to the outside.

Stephy Auger: Smart move by Cherry to get away from Page.

Page picks up Karma, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the barricade. Karma lands throat-first across the barricade before dropping down to the ground. Page reaches down, picks up Karma and slams him face-first onto the apron. After taking Karma and choking him up against the ring post, Page lets go before taking a few steps back. After sizing up Karma, Page charges at him. But Karma rolls back into the ring, causing Page to collide against the ring post to cheers from the crowd. Cherry can be sees applauding on the outside.

Kris Cruise: Page hurled himself at Karma, but Karma moved out of the way just in time!

Stephy Auger: That thud was something else, Kris! Page may have just knocked himself loopy.

As Page slowly pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with This Is For The Front Row to cheers from the crowd. Karma picks up Page, rolls him back in the ring, rolls himself back in and makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Karma picks up Page and whips him into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Page stops and counters with The Paralyzing. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Just as Karma was able to build some momentum, here comes Page to cut off off at the knees.

Page picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. Page then charges over towards Karma. But Karma connects with an elbow to the face. After taking Page and slamming him face-first into the corner, Karma turns him around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches Page as the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVE-

Page grabs Karma, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb to boos from the crowd. After Karma tumbles from out of the corner, Page makes the cover.

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TH-NO

Karma gets his shoulder up. Cherry applauds before shouting words of encouragement at Karma. But her pep talk is cut short as Page runs over and kicks the bottom rope, causing Cherry to scurry away.

Kris Cruise: Again, Karma tries to build off of something in this match. But Page cuts him right off.

Page heads back over to Karma and brings him back to his feet. After delivering a headbutt that knocks Karma down to one knee, Page takes off into the ropes. When Page comes back, he throws out Trauma Symphony. But Karma rolls out of the way. When Page turns around, Karma gets back to his feet and throws out Check Your Chiclets. But Page catches his foot, turns Karma away from him and wraps him up from behind. He goes for the Concussion~Grade III. But Karma ducks and runs into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma knocks him down with a cross body block.

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Page kicks out.

Karma picks up Page, moves him over towards the ropes and goes for a slingshot suplex. But Page blocks the move. He then hoists up Karma and watches as he falls throat-first across the top rope. The crowd boos as Karma curls up on the canvas and covers his throat in pain. After several kicks to the midsection, Page reaches down, picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page throws out Sole Destruction. But Karma catches his foot and counters with an inverted atomic drop. While Page is doubled over, Karma grabs him, runs hops over the top rope and delivers Macho Karma. As Page stumbles back, Karma climbs up onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckles. When Karma reaches the top, he jumps off and goes for a flying double axe handle smash. But Page side steps, catches him on the way down and counters with an exploder suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Page again is there to stop Karma. Karma has been fighting tooth and nail to try and get something started in this match. But once again, Page is there to stop him dead in his tracks.

Page picks up Karma, grabs him by the throat and moves him back into the corner. It’s there that Page connects with a series of headbutts that send Karma slumping down in the corner. From there, Page delivers a series of knee strikes, smashing his knee repeatedly into the face of Karma. After grabbing Karma by the hair and yanking him back to his feet, Page pulls him out of the corner before planting him with a DDT. While Karma is down, Page heads back into the corner before ripping off the top turnbuckle pad. He then goes into the nearby corner and does the same, garnering boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Oh no...

Stephy Auger: This can’t be good...

Page heads into the corner and looks as if he’s about to do the same. But the ref steps in, blocking Page’s path towards the corner. So Page turns his back to the ref and makes a beeline towards the forth corner. But Karma runs over and connects with a double axe handle smash, sending Page stumbling into the corner. Karma turns him around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building. He then brings Page from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page flattens him with a running big boot to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover.

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Karma gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Page again is right there to stop Karma dead in his tracks. He hasn’t been able to sustain any offense for a long period of time. Plus, him being in his current mood isn’t helping matters, either.

Stephy Auger: Karma’s got to try something or else he’s going to end up seriously hurt.

Page picks up Karma and whips him into one of the corners that still have their turnbuckle pads intact. He charges across the ring towards Karma. But Karma connects with an NYC Uppercut, sending Page stumbling back. Karma then comes from out of the corner and connects with Sugar Ray Karma. Page gets back to his feet. But Karma connects with a kick to the midsection before bringing him down with the Bum Trip. He makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Karma picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Karma into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Page throws out a lariat. But Karma ducks and stops, sending Page into the ropes. When Page comes back, Karma throws him down with a spinebuster. With Page down on the mat, Karma steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Cherry can be seen cheering on Karma as he makes his way up reach turnbuckle. When he gets to the top, he leaps off and connects with Falling From The Sky.

Stephy Auger: Big elbow off the top from Karma!

Karma waits patiently for Page to get back to his feet. After Page slowly gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Karma connects with Check Your Chiclets. Karma then picks up Page and positions him for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. But Page counters with a back body drop. Karma tries to get back to his feet, but Page darts over and knocks him down with Trauma Symphony. Page then reaches down and pulls up Karma before going for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Page into the corner. Karma then charges across the ring, but Page nails him with a boot that turns him around. Page then quickly grabs Karma from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex into the turnbuckles.

Kris Cruise: Good God, what a move that was by Page!

Stephy Auger: ...Karma may be hurt, Kris...

Cherry looks on in horror as Karma’s lifeless body lays on the canvas. After grabbing Karma by the hair and dragging him towards the center of the ring, Page goes to lift him up. But Karma slips through his hands and falls face-first to the canvas. Page smirks as the crowd boos. He then reaches down and tries to pick Karma back up. But again, Karma’s lifeless body collapses face-first to the canvas. Page then reaches back down and goes to slowly pick up Karma. That is, until Karma locks him up in a small package.

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THREE!

“When The Levee Breaks” blares throughout the arena to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JOHNNY KARMA!

Jimmy Page sits up in shock as Karma rolls out of the ring. Karma can’t believe it either, as Cherry runs over and hugs him.

Kris Cruise: What!? I don’t believe it!

Stephy Auger: And neither does Page! But it’s true! Johnny Karma has just defeated Jimmy Page!

The ref then raises Karma’s arm in the air. Back in the ring, Page’s nostril flair and his jaw clinches as he shakes his head.

[Deleted]

The show cuts backstage to where Mia Scott is seen walking down the hallway with her friend, Annie Zellor. Fresh off her match earlier tonight against Marinette Bois Sech, Annie seems to be in high spirits as the pair of them discuss the upcoming show in Shreveport.

Annie Zellor: Oh my God, I can’t believe in two weeks time you might be the new FGA Pride Champion! That’s like sooo amazing!

Mia Scott: Might be? Annie, I’m hurt…

Mia jokingly places a hand over her heart, feigning sadness at Annie’s “doubt.” It only lasts a second, though, before she just breaks into a huge grin.

Annie Zellor: You’re gonna do awesome, Mia. And it’ll be another title for you to wear just like the ECWF US title and the GFC Commonwealth title.

Mia Scott: Dom’s no joke, but...hey, it’s a chance to finally make an impact around here, yeh? Gotta take the chances yer given. My team beat his a few weeks back...just gotta keep that momentum.

Annie Zellor: And hopefully soon me and Laurel will be the tag champs again, then we can all be champions together!

Annie offers up a high five, which Mia gladly gives her as the youngster smiles up at her friend.

Annie Zellor: I’m gonna go grab a shower, are we still hanging out after the show?

Mia Scott: Yeh, course, kiddo.

Annie Zellor: Yaaay!

She squeals before hugging Mia good-bye and entering the nearby locker room. This leaves Mia out in the hallway when, after a few moments of solitary silence the lights start to flicker, causing the Briton to look around in distress. A chilling cackle echoes throughout the corridor as Mia looks from side to side, trying to pinpoint the direction from which the laugh is coming. Suddenly the lights in the corridor begin to turn off one by one, each one bringing Mia closer and closer to darkness until she finds herself standing in the pitch black darkness…

Mia Scott: ...the fuck?

She reaches into her pants pocket, retrieving her cell phone before she begins to use it as a source of illumination. Mia shines it away from her, looking to try and see anything … anyone, even … when she feels the cold metallic touch of a crowbar on the back of her neck. The Canterburian visibly stiffens up, teeth clenched for just a moment.

Mia Scott: What the...?

A bit abruptly, the 21 year old spins away from...whoever’s behind her, turning to face them with her phone showing...

Dom Harter: Surprise!

The light from the phone illuminates the face of the Pride champion as he stands there with the crowbar in hand, made up in a Jokeresque manner with the white face, red Chelsea smile and darkened eyes.

Mia Scott: What are you playing at, Harter?

Dom Harter: Playing? I don’t play, luv. I show up, I scare you, I leave … “simple, right?”

Mia smirks, screwing her nose up in anger.

Mia Scott: You think yer being funny right now?

Harter shrugs.

Dom Harter: Zero … fucks .... given.

He says, slowly, coldly before he backs away into the darkness, leaving Mia alone with only her cell phone for illumination. She doesn’t give chase, instead choosing to stand and wait as the lights in the corridor return to normal service. Looking either way down the corridor, Mia notes that Harter has disappeared … for now, anyway. The Briton takes a ragged breath or two, a sneer growing on her face as we fade back to ringside.