Pride S02E03 (7/8/15)

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The match started as Frisk tried to rally the fans behind, clapping in rhythm as the crowd follows his cue. The two came together with a collar and elbow tie up as Song gained the initial advantage, applying a side headlock. Frisk soon countered, with a shinbreaker before taking Song’s legs out with a takedown. With his opponent on the mat, Frisk worked over her legs, frequently dropping elbows down across the knees and applying various submission hold to work over the joints.

At the four minute mark, Hana Song caught a break as she managed to kick Frisk away with both feet as he went for another leglock. He rolled backwards across the ring as Song popped back up to her feet, grimacing as she landed. As her opponent charged in, Song caught him with a drop toe hold, causing Bert’s head to bounce off the middle turnbuckle. The roll up got Song a two count.

Six minutes in, with Song in control, she forced her opponent back into the corner as began to unload shoot kicks to the chest – until Frisk caught her leg. The dragon screw leg whip counter took Song down to the mat. The Black Adder looked to be in pain as she waited for Frisk to approach, before rolling him up with a small package – only getting a two count, though.

Both competitors scrambled back to their feet as Bert went on the offensive, unleashing a series of European uppercuts that rocked Song. He went against the ropes for some momentum, but Song ran after him, catching Frisk with an elbow smash that knocked him through the ropes and to the outside. Hana waited until he was back on his feet before going against the far ropes for the baseball slide that took Frisk down again.

As the referee counted to seven, Song took the opportunity to wait in the ring, trying not to put much weight on her knees until Frisk rolled back in under the bottom rope. Song took the fight to him this time, reeling off some stiff looking forearm and elbow shots that backed Bert against the ropes. She went for an Irish whip, only for Frisk to reverse it. Song went against the ropes, coming back with a lariat, which Bert ducked and countered with a full nelson, before slamming her face first into the mat with a Proasic Driver. A pin attempt got him two before Hana got the shoulder up.

Nearing the twelve minute mark, Frisk picked his opponent up and positioned Song for a piledriver. She managed to counter with a double leg takedown, but before she could capitalize on the advantage, Frisk kicked her away. He scrambled back to his feet at the same time as Song, who fired off a Rattler’s Bite savate kick out of nowhere. Frisk was dazed after that, allowing The Black Adder to execute the scissor kick, or Adder’s Kiss, before gaining the three count.

Winner: Hana Song

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As the participants of the opening match are being led backstage, after an exciting few minutes of wrestling, the feed cuts to what appears to be a pre-recorded segment. The footage is obviously being shot from some sort of handheld device, using a selfie stick, and the setting appears to be a gym room somewhere. Treadmills and exercise bikes litter the background of the shot, while in front of them a second woman performs the seemingly impossible feat of bouncing a soccer ball off her foot, knee and head while performing forearm exercises with a dumb-bell at the same time. Such a simultaneous combination of activities should not, of course, be physically possible, but perhaps there are no limits for people with #BodsOnFleek, or some such. Either way, this girl is achieving the impossible, while in the foreground her friend gives LDFC fans a disgusted salute:

'Hello, you gross, pathetic, overweight, out-of-shape excuses for people! I hope you're all enjoying your little 'wrestling show'...'

Very sardonic one-handed air quotes punctuate this sentence, as the woman concludes:

'...that we're NOT booked in!!!'

'Yeah!' The second woman abandons her record-setting prowess to take a few steps forward and join her friend at the front of the shot. 'Like, you have two toooootally fit bitches like us, and you leave them off the card?! Are you freaking kidding me right now?!'

'They've got to be kidding!', her partner retorts. 'Have you seen the total losers they booked? Like that totally disgusting guy, Test or Pest or whatever...and like that slob, Cody Warts or whatever his stupid name is...'

'Warts is right!', the second blonde cuts in. 'Ewwwwww!'

The two indulge in a moment of shared disgust before the shorter one remarks:

'At least they booked that totally gorgeous European hunk!'

'Yeah!' Her friend nods her head vigorously. 'And they booked my Princie-pop, too. And he's totally gonna show that yucky, gross, disgusting fat slob why he's the REAL Champion! I'm wearing his t-shirt, look...'

The camera pans down for just a moment to take in a shapely pair of breasts wrapped in a custom 'I'M A PRINCE MACREAR GAL' shirt, before the taller of the two women brings it back up to face level:

'But like, in general? They don't know their asses from their faces!'

'That's 'cause their faces totally look like their asses!', the shorter one replies, leading to another moment of juvenile mirth. Once that is out of the duo's system, the lead speaker once again adopts a serious expression:

'Seriously, though? You losers better get with the program! Me and bae are totally starting to lose our patience! So you basics better stop booking all those slobs you've got on your little show there, and make sure our names are on the next card instead!'

'Yeah!', the shorter one pipes up again. 'And just in case you need help, like, remembering them...?'

The fit blonde points between herself and her partner:

'I'm Danni. She's Darci. And together, we're...'

'BODY SHOTZ!!!'

The two women throw their arms up in the air as they yell out their team name, before the taller one concludes:

'You slobs better remember that!'

With this, and one final sneer of disapproval, the feed is manually cut off.

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The match started as both competitors circled the ring momentarily before finally locking up collar and elbow. The Crimson Baroness gained the initial advantage as she went South with a knee lift to the midsection before she unleashed some knife edge chops that forced Bree back against the ropes. An Irish whip followed as Bree was sent across the ring. She ducked under the clothesline attempt and bounced off the far ropes before countering with a headscissors takedown that sent The Crimson Baroness sprawling across the ring. She rolled out under the bottom rope to collect her thoughts on the outside as the crowd booed.

At the two minute mark, The Crimson Baroness rolled back into the ring as Bree motioned for her to bring it on. A series of arm drag takedowns served to frustrate The Baroness as she sat in the corner, glaring at her opponent, before moving towards the center of the ring again. The two of them locked up collar and elbow for a second time as The Baroness delivered a rake to the eyes. She decided to work the arms of Bree Nelson, applying an arm wringer before dropping an elbow down across the shoulder, before transitioning into the Fujiawara armbar. Bree quickly hooked the bottom rope with her foot as the referee called for the break.

Never one to give up, The Crimson Baroness dragged her opponent away from the ropes and went for another Fujiwara armbar, but Bree countered by rolling through and flipping The Baroness head over heels. A pin attempt got Bree a two count.

At the six minute mark, Bree managed to stun her opponent with a knee lift to the midsection before delivering a bulldog. She looked towards the corner, making her way to the top rope, but The Baroness is back on her feet. She shook the top rope, causing Bree to crotch herself on the turnbuckle before The Baroness went in for the kill. She climbed to the middle rope and hooked Bree in place for a superplex, but Nelson fought back. Some punches to the midsection found their mark before she was able to push The Baroness away and down to the mat, landing perfectly perpendicular to the corner. At which point, Bree Nelson performed a decent looking swanton bomb. The pin attempt got her two and a half.

Nine minutes in and Bree lifted her opponent back to her feet as she went for an Irish whip to the corner, but it was reversed as Nelson hit the turnbuckle. The Baroness followed her in with a corner splash before sending her from pillar to post. Another corner splash landed before Nelson staggered out of the corner, right into a teardrop suplex. The Crimson Baroness managed to put a lot of force behind that one. She hooked the leg and got a two count.

Eleven minutes in and The Crimson Baroness seemed upset at her opponent’s refusal to give in. She lifted Bree to her feet again and positioned her in a standing headscissors. In a display of strength, The Crimson Baroness managed to lift Bree up for a powerbomb – only to see the move reversed with a hurricanrana into a pinfall attempt! Nelson managed to secure the three count before rolling out of the ring; The Crimson Baroness remained in the ring, glaring at Bree as the victorious competitor made her way back up the aisle.

Winner: Bree Nelson

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The show cuts backstage to where resident interviewer, Jessie Pederson is stood alongside a familiar face.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Annie Zellor.

Annie grins widely and waves at the camera.

Annie Zellor: Heyyy guys!

Jessie Pederson: I’ve got to say, Annie, this is a bit of a shock, seeing you here tonight. What made you come all the way to North Carolina to see this LDFC show live and in person?

Annie Zellor: Well, I’m just here to see some of my friends and make sure that nothing hinky is going on down here. Like, these could be some of my future opponents, so I just wanna make sure they’re getting the best training they possibly can. And, like, it wasn’t that long since I was in a developmental promotion…

Jessie Pederson: Hard Knox Wrestling, we all remember.

Annie Zellor: So I kinda know what’s going through some of their minds, and what they might be thinking. And I wanna remind them all that being in development doesn’t mean they’re not some amazing wrestlers already. But, like, my time in HKW helped me become the wrestler I am today. Without them I dunno if I’d be in FGA today, so I wanna make sure that the people in LDFC know what an awesome opportunity they have…

Just then, LDFC wrestler Hana Song walks past the pair of them, interrupting the interview somewhat. Jessie looks slightly offended, but Annie is the opposite.

Annie Zellor: Hey Hana! Awesome match out there tonight.

Hana Song: How charming. Annie...is it? I should thank you, maybe, for at least being someone who recognizes ability, even from a newcomer. ‘Awesome’, you say? I’ll take that compliment, but you’ll understand if I say nothing else in thanks. I would so hate to make my next victim think I’m going soft; but you...well, you don’t have to worry about that, now do you. Me being soft, I mean. Or you being a victim. At least...not any time soon, right?

Hana’s impromptu response was punctuated by a curling of the side of her lips towards Annie; a sly little smirk combined with Hana looking Annie straight into the eyes. But nothing more comes of the glance as Hana, unphased by her apparent rude interruption, resumes her walking without so much as a word of farewell.

Annie Zellor: I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you in the future, for when you make it to FGA.

Even that goes unresponded to by Hana, whose back is turned to Annie’s back and whose path is ahead of her.

Jessie Pederson: Thank you for joining us, Annie, I hope you enjoy the show. Up next we have AKIRA Kaede versus Laura Seville, will you be wat--

But Jessie is cut off as The Black Adder strikes. It happened quickly, without warning, as these often do. Where once was The Black Adder’s retreating back is now her advancing front. Hana’s right foot shot upward, aimed for the back of the head of Annie Zellor; the Rattler’s Bite aiming for its new target, and aiming hard. Even after the dangerous foot finds its target, The Black Adder says nothing, opting instead to just smile. Smile and observe the reaction, like an artist admiring their own work. But still the Adder decides not to stick around, not to press the attack, but instead to slink back off, retreating, letting her statement stand without comment.

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The match started prematurely; AKIRA stomping at Laura Seville as she slid into the ring, keeping the Alpha Female grounded. The referee called for the bell to officially start the match as Kaede continued laying in the boots for a few more seconds before circling the ring, drawing some heavy boos from the crowd. As she lifted her opponent back to her feet, Seville began to fight back, firing off a forearm shot. Kaede responded with a knife edge chop – with a “whoo” from the fans – as the sequence continued for six more shots in total, before AKIRA went South with a knee lift to the midsection.

At the two minute mark, Kaede took her opponent to the corner and proceeded to bounce Seville’s head off the top turnbuckle several times before Laura collapsed into the corner. An Irish whip followed, but as AKIRA charged in after her, Seville floated over the top. AKIRA managed to stop herself before she hit the turnbuckle, however, but could do little about the hiptoss that followed. Followed by a dropkick and AKIRA rolled to the opposite side of the ring to gather her bearings.

After four minutes, Seville got the first pinfall attempt of the match, securing a two count after a vertical suplex. After which, she decided to try and wear down AKIRA by applying a chinlock. The Little Monster was having none of it, however, countering the chinlock with a sitout jawbreaker. As both competitors got back to their feet, AKIRA fired off a roundhouse kick before performing a shining wizard that kept Seville down for the two count.

Seven minutes in and Seville was knocked through the ropes onto the apron by a dropkick. She managed to fight back, however, firing off a shoulder thrust to the midsection as AKIRA approached. The fans cheering her on as Seville fired off two more forearm shots to the face, rocking the 5 Foot Colussus, and allowing Seville the opportunity to springboard into the ring with an arm drag takedown. She continued to take AKIRA down to the mat with a succession of kicks and clotheslines before finally delivering a bulldog. A hook of the leg got Seville a two count.

After a few more minutes of Seville controlling the pace of the match, AKIRA caught her second wind. In the eleventh minute, she caught the running Seville with a discus elbow smash before taking her down out of nowhere with a rolling cross armbar. The referee was in place to check for the submission, but Seville managed to drag herself to the ropes after fifteen seconds, forcing the break. For the next minute, AKIRA continued working the arm, dropping knees down across the elbow and shoulder, applying armbars and various other techniques to try and take away The Alpha Female’s punches and upper body strength.

In the fifteenth minute, Seville caught a lucky break as she slid through the legs after an Irish whip, countering with a chop block that took AKIRA down. A spinning heel kick followed as both competitors were getting back up and Seville went for another cover, getting yet another two count. She decided to go airborne again, stepping out onto the apron before vaulting into the ring with a springboard crossbody, but AKIRA rolled through into a pin attempt of her own, getting a two count.

Eighteen minutes in and Seville whips her opponent towards the corner with an Irish whip. AKIRA stops her dead in her tracks with a big boot counter, however, as Seville was running in after her. That was followed by a rolling koppu kick, but Seville was able to escape out under the bottom rope before AKIRA could go for the pin.

Kaede followed her outside, chasing Seville around the ring before they both re-entered under the bottom rope. Seville caught her opponent by surprise with a knee lift to the midsection before running against the ropes for a rebound bulldog, only to get caught. AKIRA grabs the arm and takes Laura over with a rolling cross armbar and this time Seville has no choice but to tap out!

Winner: AKIRA Kaede

After the match, Seville looked peeved as she slides out of the ring, allowing the 5 Foot Colussus to celebrate in the ring,

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Backstage interviewer Jessie Pederson is seen standing with a microphone in front of a LDFC banner. She flashes a bright smile towards the camera and gives it an acknowledging nod.

Jessie Penderson: Ladies and gentleman, at this time, I am joined by Bree Nelson and Donovan Cross.

She nods her head giving the signal for Bree and Donnie to enter the shot. Donnie flashes a bright smile as Bree walks in shrugs her shoulders up nervously as she smiled and waved to the camera. Donnie laughed at her and smiled as they both turned to Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Good to see you two. Now Bree let’s start with you shall we?

Bree smiles and nods at Jessie as she earnestly tries to read Jessie’s lips as she speaks.

Jessie Pederson: It’s been a tough road for you since Donnie and you pulled off the big win at New Generation. How do you feel heading into your match tonight knowing that you could leave here on a three match losing streak.

Bree begins to sign to Jessie and Donnie watches her hands to pass along her message back to Jessie.

Donovan Cross: She says that she’s anxious. That things have not been going her way. She’s been caught twice in a row in matches with men much bigger than she is and paid the price. But she’s optimistic tonight. She knows that Crimson Baroness is a tough girl to fight, but the fact they are so similar in size gives her a lot of confidence that tonight will be the night she bounces back.

Jessie Pederson: Well as you said Bree, Crimson Baroness is no slouch. She’s on some kind of mission too, if you stand in the way of that things could get ugly. You ready for that?

Bree begins to feverishly sign back to Jessie with a look of annoyance on her face.

Donovan Cross: She says that she’s tried to be nice to Crimson Baroness since she got here, but she seems to have something against her. Bree’s not worried about getting in her way. As far as Bree is concerned, TCB is in her way tonight. Bree plans to clear the way and make a path back to the winning ways she was on up until after New Generation.

Jessie nods understandingly at Bree. Bree then smiles at her and pats Jessie on the top of the arm. Jessie smiles back and turns to Donnie.

Jessie Pederson: Now Donnie, you have a big match with Brody Watts here tonight. The last time that we saw you, you picked up a huge victory over Triple T. What does that do for your confidence? And how do you plan on keeping that momentum going here tonight?

Donovan Cross: Well, winning does work wonders for the confidence Jessie. I’ll tell ya right now, I’m fired up after that match with T, believe me, that man ain’t no slouch. I done said it before, and I’ll say it again, he’s by far one of the most athletic and talented men that we have here in the LDFC. I give him all the respect in the world, especially for having a bit of integrity about him. He gave it all he had, and I did the same, and you know something Jessie?

He gives a brief glance at Bree, before returning his attention to Jessie and jabbing a finger downward.

Donovan Cross: That’s exactly what I’m going to do here tonight against Brody. Now Brody’s an intimidating guy, I won’t lie. I know that he’s plannin’ on bringin the fight right to me; but I hope he understands that he’s gonna get one right back. And in the end, we’ll see who the better man is Jessie. Hard work pays off. That’s something my mama always taught me and it’s something I truly believe, and tonight, all the work I’ve been putting in, all the training I’ve done? I got a feeling, that it’s gonna pay off ten fold here tonight. I just hope that Brody keeps the match clean and doesn’t take the coward’s way out like MacRear did a few weeks back.

Prince MacRear: EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCUSE YOU?!

The ear piercing voice of Prince MacRear echoes through the hallway, capturing both Donnie and Bree’s attention. A few seconds later the Sultan of Selfies steps into the camera frame already in his ring gear, and scrunches his face he steps up toward Cross.

Prince MacRear: I think I heard you incorrectly, nasty. I DON’T THINK YOU USED PRETTY OR GORGEOUS OR FABULASTIC TO DESCRIBE ME?! I BELIEVE I HEARD YOU SAY…. COWARD?!

MacRear turns his head and looks directly at Bree before turning his attention back to Cross with a slick smirk on his face.

Prince MacRear: It’s because your little boothang over here wanted a selfie with the Sultan, isn’t it?! THAT JEALOUSY IS EATING YOU UP ALIVE, AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT AS GOR--

MacRear raises his right arm in the air while holding his cellphone and snaps a quick picture.

Prince MacRear: --GEOUS AS ME!

Donnie gives a blank stare, before looking at Jessie who simply shrugs. He then glances at Bree who snickers. Finally he returns his attention back to MacRear.

Donovan Cross: Oh, you heard me right the first time. I ain’t lying MacRear, you did take the coward’s way out when we squared off against one another a few weeks back, but you know what? I ain’t even stressin it, cause cheaters never prosper my friend.

A mischievous smirk appears on Donnie’s face.

Donovan Cross: That’s why you ain’t the real Apex champion no way.

Donnie’s smirk broadens, knowing the dig is bound to grate MacRear’s nerves.

Donovan Cross: But we’ll cross paths again sooner or later. I’m countin on it.

MacRear scrunches his face and starts breathing heavily after hearing Donnie’s words.

Prince MacRear: YOU KNOW, IF I DIDN’T HAVE A TITLE MATCH LATER TONIGHT I’D KICK YOUR MACREAR RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!

His cheeks turn a soft shade of red, but MacRear calms himself down before he loses his cool.

Prince MacRear: I AM THE REAL APEX CHAMPION. I AM, I AM, I AM!!!!!! AND AFTER TONIGHT, I’LL HAVE PROOF OF THAT CLAIM AND AFTER I’M DONE KICKING NEST’S MACREAR AND ENDING HIS STUPID AND LACKLUSTER REIGN AS THE WORST CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF CHAMPIONS…

He points his finger at Donnie’s chest and makes the infamous duckface.

Prince MacRear: I’m coming after you next! We’ll just see how much of a coward I am!

MacRear pulls his arm back, adjusts his furry vest, and turns his heel.

Prince MacRear: Nasty.

He walks away from Cross, but Macrear could be heard screaming and singing as he walks away.

Prince MacRear: I AAAAAAAAAAM THE REAL APEX CHAMPION…. MY FRIIIIIIIIIEND! AND I’M GONNAAAAAAAA KICK DONNIE CROSS’S REAR ENNNNNNNND!

Donnie shakes his head and then glances at Bree. They both turn and glance at Jessie who simply shrugs. The scene then fades away.

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Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Chris Bond.

The camera pans from a super close-up view of the interviewer-extraordinaire to reveal the head trainer of the Lion’s Den Fighting Championship, Chris Bond.

Jessie Pederson: Chris it’s such an honor to have a superstar of your talent and character here on Pride.

Chris smiles a little and looks to Jessie.

Chris Bond: That’s really to kind of you to say that, Jessie. But I’m nothing special. Just a man trying to make the next generation a little bit brighter.

Jessie smirks.

Jessie Pederson: Ever so humble, Chris. Can I ask you why you’re here tonight? It wouldn’t perhaps have something to do with what transpired two weeks ago at one of the training sessions, could it?

Bond nods his head.

Chris Bond: Jessie, that’s just exactly why I’m here tonight. I’ve been hearing a lot of rumbling going on backstage, most of it from Liesl, but recently Hans Kuntz has come into the picture. Now, I don’t understand why these two have a problem with me or the partner I had chosen, but I’m here tonight to clear the air and hopefully put all of this behind us.

Jessie Pederson: Well, as someone who’s had a hand in shaping their futures, they probably took it as a slight to them with you having picked someone they deem an outsider, and someone they consider beneath them.

Bond nods.

Chris Bond: I respect their opinion of the situation, I just feel like they’re looking at it all wrong. But I’ll get to that later on, and hopefully, as I said a moment ago, put this all behind us. The LDFC is all about bigger and brighter times ahead, and I don’t want this dark cloud hanging over us anymore.

With that being said, Bond smiles and pats Pederson on the shoulder and heads out of sight.

Jessie Pederson: There you have it folks! Chris Bond is here to clear the air tonight. How will things go down tonight once those three, Hans, Liesl, and Chris Bond meet face to face since that explosive confrontation two weeks ago? Make sure you stay tuned!

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The match started with Watts staring across the ring at his opponent; after the decimation of Donovan’s tag team partner on the last episode, Brody seemed to be relishing the opportunity to complete the pairing. But Cross wasn’t backing down. Watts held out the hand for a test of strength, to which Cross duly obliged. Almost immediately, Cross was overpowered, thrust backwards until the back of his head almost touched the mat. Watts lifted him back to a vertical base before slamming his knee upwards into Donovan’s midsection, doubling him over.

After several clubbing blows to the back, Cross found himself position precariously in the corner, whereupon Watts proceeded to hammer him across the chest with repeated lariats. An Irish whip followed, sending Donovan from pillar to post. Brody charged across the ring with a head of steam, and slammed chest first into the turnbuckle as Cross ducked out of the way. The big man was stunned as Donnie composed himself for a moment, before connecting with the CCS enzuigiri. Watts staggered out of the corner, which allowed Donovan the opportunity to go against the rope for a bulldog. The ensuing cover got him a one count.

For the next few minutes, Donovan used his speed to stay ahead of his opponent. Weakening Watts’ legs with kicks and dragon whips, as well some well aimed chop blocks.

In the eighth minute, however, Watts found a way back into the match as he swatted away a dropkick attempt. With Cross prone on the mat, Brody grabbed his opponent’s legs and slingshotted him towards the corner. Donovan hit the turnbuckle hard and collapsed into the corner as Watts charged in, and nailed Donnie with an avalanche attack. The powerslam that followed earned Watts a two count.

Disgruntled at the count, Watts tried again twice more, but still only got a two count as Cross continued to kick out. The official assured Brody it was only a two count, but the big man didn’t seem to want to hear that as he got in the referee’s face, which allowed Donovan Cross to roll him up with a schoolboy for the three count.

Winner: Donovan Cross

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"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, slapping hands on the way down. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. A self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to the side of the ring, Bond asks for a microphone and is quickly handed one.

Chris Bond: Good evening ladies and gents! It’s such a great pleasure to be standing here with you all tonight in the beautiful Gibsonville, North Cacka-lackee!

A cheap pop, sure, but every fan favorite does it. Hold your judgment.

Chris Bond: You know folks, lately there has been a lot of questions backstage. They’ve all been centered on me and my decision to enter the Dynamic Duos tournament with Jason Bronco this year. And I don’t like it. I don’t appreciate having my judgment and my integrity taken into question, especially by students under my supervision here in the LDFC. In the end, I chose Jason Bronco because I see things in him that I just don’t see in many guys anymore. Heart, dedication, drive, and untapped potential. Natural born athletic ability, it’s all there, and to me, Jason Bronco is going to make quite the name for himself in this business.

A small cheer from those familiar with the heir-apparent to the Bronco family Legacy, Jason Bronco.

Chris Bond: Some people don’t appreciate that quality. They think I’ve slighted them. They feel like I slapped them in the face and insulted them by overlooking them, and well, everyone else here in the LDFC. And that’s just not the case, and it’s just not true. I’m not going to apologize for my decisions, or my choices in my life. And I’m not going to ask people to understand why I did what I did. What I am asking is for a little respect when it comes to my choices as a competitor for the FGA and as a little respect as an instructor and the head trainer here in the LDFC.

Bond shakes his head and puts his hands in the air, motioning that he doesn’t understand why that’s so difficult or why it’s such a novel idea.

Chris Bond: Hans, Liesl, I’d like to just clear the air and put all of this nonsense behind us.

Bond stands front and center, motioning for the two to come on down. And after about a minute there is silence. The crowd starts to boo, and Bond motions for them again.

"We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika."

He waits, and still nothing happens.

Chris Bond: Come on guys, all this time you’ve been more than willing to take cheap shots and pot shots. Come on down here so we can discuss this like adults.

"Wenn getanzt wird, will ich führen,
auch wenn ihr euch alleine dreht,
lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren,
Ich zeige euch wie's richtig geht.
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen,
die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen,
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus,
Und vor Paris steht Mickey Maus."

Bond lowers the mic and waits once again as the fans gathered to watch the show, shift in their seats restlessly but neither Hans or Liesl appear.

"We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika."

Finally, there is movement and Hans and Liesl make their way out just as their music fades. The PA is silent but the fans express their disdain and anger at having had their chains jerked by the pair, booing increases as they make their way to the ring to confront the battle hardened vet Bondo, who stands with a sneer on his lips as they finally come before him.

Chris Bond: Thanks for finally making it out here. Now I understand your problems with me continue to this day. Even after you dropped me two weeks ago with a cheap shot. Even after your tweets and your whispers in the back, all of it continues. And I just want to know what it is you have a problem with. Neither of you even made it known that you were wanting to try the competition in the FGA. Neither one of you asked to compete, as a unit, in the Dynamic Duos. And neither one of you had anything to say about my decision until well after Dynamic Duos had already started. So tell me Hans, Liesl, what the hell is your problem?

The crowd grows silent, sitting on the edge of their seats. Liesl gives respect to Hans, who nods for her to go ahead.

Liesl Albrecht: For a big man, with a big name? You whine over much.

A collective boo crawls over the crowd at her blatant disrespect. She hands the microphone to Hans with a sneer towards Bondo.

Hans Kuntz: You vant to know vat our problem is. Ve zoughtve made zat very clear two veeks ago, but hearing your vords tonight, Chris Bond, ve understand now zat you do not seem to see ze problem mit your actions. Ven you say zat zis Jason Bronco has heart, drive und untapped potential ... vy do you not see zat in your students? How do you not see zat in Liesl Albrecht?

Bond stands there, lips pursed and glaring at the two who stand in front of him. Liesl leans towards the mic.

Liesl Albrecht: Your words are just empty! You stand before these fat lazy Americans and pander to them, and lie! You claim that your trainees have all this untapped potential and yet you didn't even consider one of them as your partner, and you did look to the outside for all the good it did you!

Finally, Bond has had enough. His face is bright red with anger.

Chris Bond: That’s enough! I’m not going to stand here and get lectured by two students who haven’t done anything worth a lick to stand in judgment of me. You two are guests here in the LDFC. You are here to learn from some of the best talent the FGA has ever seen, and you are here to learn how to better yourselves. Instead of getting bent of out shape or butt-hurt over who I picked as my tag-team partner, maybe you should focus on your careers. Maybe you two should worry about Hans and Liesl and not about me or Jason. You two are self-absorbed, self-aggrandizing, impossible little children who want everything handed to them. This is America, this is the LDFC. We work for everything we get. And you’re just wanting handouts. Gimme this, gimme that. You call yourselves competitors? You call yourselves wrestlers? You two are nothing more than whiny little pissants who stink of a faulty superiority. If you two can’t handle the way I am running the LDFC or the way I run my career, you two can take your opinions and shove them up your asses as you walk out the door. Because we don’t need you. YOU NEED US.

Hans grabs the mic from Bond and stares at him for a moment.

Hans Kuntz: Calm your temper, Chris Bond. You Americans are always so quick to anger, und you use such defamatory language as vell. But, ven you are right, you are right. You do not need us. Perhaps we overstepped ze mark ven ve dared to criticize ze great Chris Bond. For zat, ve are sorry. Und ve shall make sure to - how do you say - shove our opinions up our asses.

The crowd is on their feet, thoroughly behind the battle hardened veteran and head trainer of the LDFC.

Hans Kuntz: Perhaps you can find it in your heart to forgive us, und give us second chance?

He says, extending the hand out to Bond. Liesl stares up at Hans, but the fans are urging caution towards Bond as he looks down at the hand in front of him. Finally, against the wishes of the crowd, Bond takes the hand - before getting pulled in close for an elbow smash to the temple. The Battle Hardened Veteran is stunned before Hans delivers the Heart Punch, flooring Bond instantly. Hans and Liesl begin to lay the boots to Bond before he can roll out of the ring.

"Amerika" by Rammstein begins to play throughout the arena as Hans and Liesl leave the ring, stepping over the supine Chris Bond on their way back up the aisle to a heavy chorus of boos as they go.

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Just before the tag match opposing team #LoveWins to Team Lariat, the camera cuts to somewhere in the back, where we see Katherine Kensington and her boyfriend, Johnny Ajax, wrapped up in an embrace. Both members of the happy couple are already in their ring gear, and appear to be making the most of the chance for one final cuddle before a potentially very hurtful match. As the camera focuses in on them, Johnny can be heard saying:

'Are you ready to do this, honey?'

Katherine nods, a determined look on her features, before adding:

'But John, please, I do not want you getting hurt on my account...should anything happen to me out there, I shall be the one to deal with it. Yes?'

'Katherine', John protests, 'I'm not gonna just stand there and let those guys hurt you! If I see you're in trouble, I'm going to step in and...'

A touch of his girlfriend's finger to his lips puts an end to the guest-star's rant, as Katie once again pleads:

'John....please...humour me.'

Incapable of resisting his girlfriend's big hazel eyes, Johnny soon caves in:

'...all right. But only because it's you!'

This acquiescence brings a smile to Katherine's lips, and she leans forward to kiss her partner. The duo's lips are locked together for a long moment before Johnny spins Katherine around and gives her a gentle pat on the back:

'...let's go.'

And with this, the duo disappear off-camera, headed for the ringside area.

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The match started as Majima and Butcher couldn’t seem to agree on which of them was going to be the legal man. Both men putting forth their case as to why they should start off, only to have the argument cut short by Johnny Ajax. The visitor made a beeline for Butcher, and nailed him with a hard forearm shot to the face. Unfortunately for Ajax, it was strong enough to knock Butcher out through the ropes, leaving Majima as the legal man to open the match for his team.

Majima managed to catch Ajax from behind as he stood looking out over the ropes, a clubbing blow finding its mark across the back. Another followed before Shintaro turned his opponent around and spread his arms across the top rope, leaving his chest exposed. Five knife edge chops landed before Majima went for an Irish whip, only to have Ajax hold onto the top rope to stop himself. Once again, he made a beeline for Butcher as the Briton climbed back up onto the apron, catching the number one contender to the Apex Championship with a forearm shot to the face.

At the four minute mark, Majima and Ajax were trading blows in the center of the ring as Ajax began to gain the advantage. His stiff strikes found their mark before he dragged Shintaro Majima into the corner and made the tag out to Katie Kensington. The LDFC fans cheered as Katie entered the ring and proceeded to deliver a boot to the exposed ribcage of Majima. Kensington stayed on the offensive, working quickly to evade her opponent with arm drags and armbars to try and wear him down. She made the tag back out to Ajax, who delivered some chops in the corner before going for an Irish whip.

As Majima hit the ropes, however, Butcher made the blind tag in before allowing his partner to get hit by the Ajax dropkick. Ajax went for the cover, but Butcher broke it up with a stiff boot to the head before he made a dash for Kensington. Fortunately, she was able to drop off the apron before Butcher could get to her.

As the eighth minute ticked by, Ajax caught the distracted Butcher by surprise, taking him down with a German suplex. He went to go back on the offensive, but Katie called out for the tag, which she got. Immediately, Kensington climbed to the top rope and proceeded to perform a diving splash onto Butcher, getting a two count on the cover.

Kensington dragged her opponent back to his feet and applied a side headlock, but Butcher was able to power out as he pushed Katie away and against the ropes. As she came back, Butcher charged at her, and caught her with a reverse chopblock that caused Kensington to fall ass over teakettle. Butcher immediately took hold of the leg and delivered several stomps to the knee before Ajax could make the save. Butcher proceeded to taunt the 2CW superstar as the referee ushered him back to the corner. A boot placed down across the throat of Kensington to choke her out when the referee’s back is turned was enough to earn Butcher a chorus of boos.

In the eleventh minute, Butcher made the tag out to Majima as they double teamed Katie in the corner, stomping away at her. As she slumped into the corner, Majima went against the ropes before connecting with his Noshinto running knee strike. He dragged Katie out of the corner and made the cover, which earned him a two count. Majima made the tag out to Butcher, who performed several slams and suplexes, really driving the air out of his opponent before he too went for a cover. Another two count before Kensington kicked out – although Ajax was there to make the save. The referee ushered the 2CW wrestler out of the ring again as Butcher – once again – took the opportunity to taunt Ajax by choking out Katie.

In the fifteenth minute, Butcher made the aggressive tag out to Majima, who took some offense to being slapped around the back of the head. He entered the ring and shoved Butcher as the two partners suddenly found themselves at each other’s throat. Kensington dragged herself to her feet and caught Butcher with a dropkick, sending him skull first into his partner as they had a meeting of the minds. Both men fell down as Katie began to crawl towards her corner; the fans were urging her on as she desperately tried to make her over. Just as Majima got back to his feet, Ajax hit the ring.

Like a house on fire, Ajax caught Majima with a rolling elbow. Butcher got to his feet and was caught by a roundhouse kick. The Briton staggered before being brought in close for the Trevelyan suplex. There was no pin attempt, however, as Butcher was not the legal man at the time. Ajax rallied the supporters as Majima got back to his feet, and he got tagged by a superkick to the jaw before Ajax hit his patented Fatality brainbuster. The pin attempt got two before Butcher made the last ditch save, though.

The referee forced Butcher back out onto the apron as Ajax went back to Majima. The Irish whip followed as Butcher once again made the blind tag in. Majima was caught by a hurricanrana, but as Ajax was pointing towards the corner, Butcher entered the ring and clobbered him from behind with his discus Northern lariat! But before he could go for the cover, Kensington entered the ring and dived on Butcher, clinging to his neck as the referee ordered her out of the ring. When she refused to listen, the referee called for the bell!

Winners by DQ: Butcher and Shintaro Majima

After the match, Majima made his way to the back, leaving Butcher in the ring with their opponents. Butcher flipped Kensington off his back as she landed flat on her ass. She began to backpedal away, but Ajax was still feeling the effects of that lariat. Butcher stares at Katie and makes his way dangerously towards her. Ajax began to stir, but the crowd’s reaction was for the arrival of Terrence Tillman.

As TTT hit the ring, Butcher bailed, knowing the odds were against him. He began to make his way up the aisle, but the crowd cheered again as the LDFC Apex Champion, Nest appeared at the top of the aisle. Butcher stares in each direction; Nest has him trapped in one direction, Kensington, Ajax and Tillman in the other … so he climbed over the guard rail and made his way into the crowd. Butcher and Nest kept their eyes locked on one another as Butcher made his exit.

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The team of Kensington and Ajax make their way back up the aisle, leaving Terrence Tillman in the ring. He grabs a piece of paper that he has rolled up from out of his pocket, before he stands with his hands on his hips for a moment. A smile on his face looking out at the fans that begin to chant “TRIPLE T…TRIPLE T…”

TRIPLE T: Ummm I’m looking out among the “T Unit” and I see a lot of surprised faces…a lot of people that look like seeing me was an unexpected event. I’m sorry…did you think there was going to be a Pride show…without Triple T? You thought the “Pride of the LDFC” was not going to go be in the house he helped build just because I’m not on the card? Have we met? Let me make one thing clear, I have been here since day 1. I’ve seen them come and go. I came from a small time wrestling school in Orlando doing shows where my fans were my mom, cousins, and people I went to school with that I really think just wanted to see me get my ass kicked…I went from that to standing in this ring soaking in the love from you guys. So as long as they will have me, as long as I can walk down that ramp be among my fans, and do what I love more than anything else in the world, I will be RIGHT HERE!

The fans erupt as Tillman smiles. 

TRIPLE T: Okay, okay, they only give me so much time guys. I wanted to come out here and address two things. Like I said a moment ago. I started here at the bottom…literally…first Pride show, first match…and I lost. Well I kept fighting, kept clawing, stayed positive and I’m here to announce that as of right now. I am officially entered into the Advanced Class here in the LDFC.

The fans cheer as Triple T unrolls the paper in his hand revealing a certificate of completion.

TRIPLE T: Thanks for that guys. I couldn’t have done it without you…my “T Unit” pushing me to be better. The trainers whooping my tail on a regular bases, the guys that I’ve had the honor of training with like Bree and Donavon, my home girl Katie, and the big man Nest.

All of the mentions garner cheers. 

TRIPLE T: By the way Nest good luck to night my man! But like I’ve said I have worked hard to gain the respect and the support that I’ve been given…and I think that is why I have such an issue with one Hanz Kuntz.

The cheers turn to boos. 

TRIPLE T: You know on a professional level I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, Kuntz is a man hand crafted for this sport. I respect his ability. What I don’t respect is his arrogant “Better than you” attitude.

Kuntz you claim that all Americans are lazy and inferior? You want to say we don’t work? Son I am the blueprint of hard work I am the template of determination and motivation, I’ve been knocked down a time or two and I’ve gotten right back up and got better. Meanwhile you stand in the shadows while someone else handles business for you or talk crap from behind a keyboard. Me…I’m right here…out in the open.


Hanz, I giggle outside the ring…but I ain’t no joke inside! And sooner rather than later you’re gonna find out what that means!

Triple T tosses the mic to the tech outside the ring and starts to hype the crowed up as his music hits.  

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The match started as Nest handed the title belt over to the referee, who held it up for all the fans to see. The bell sounded as the crowd started chanting for Nest, much to the chagrin of Prince MacRear! The challenger yelled over the top rope, telling the nasties to shut up, but he was interrupted by the champion. Nest spun his opponent around and began firing off hard right hands, which rocked MacRear where he stood. An Irish whip followed, from which Nest was able to execute a back body drop. The Sultan of Selfies shouted out in pain as he bounced off the mat, and rolled straight out under the bottom rope to compose himself.

The fans nearby continued to boo MacRear throughout his brief stay outside the ring, but he eventually got back in the squared circle, climbing in through the middle rope. Nest waited in the center of the ring, beckoning the cautious MacRear forward before the two competitors locked up collar and elbow. They jockeyed for position; Nest was able to overpower the much lighter Prince MacRear, as he forced the challenger into the corner. The referee called for a break, which he got after three – only for MacRear to rake the eyes. It earned him an admonishment from the official, but the challenger was already on the offensive. He pushed Nest back into the corner and began to unload with some stomps to the midsection.

A quick snap suplex out of the corner allowed MacRear the opportunity for the first pinfall, from which he got a two count. Undeterred, he sat the champion up and applied a chinlock. Nest began to fight back, working his way up to his feet whereupon he fired off some elbows to the gut before he countered with a side suplex. MacRear popped right back to his feet, albeit dazed, as Nest followed up, pushing his opponent back into the corner again. An Irish whip followed, sending the challenger from pillar to post as Nest charged across the ring with a running splash. MacRear staggered out of the corner into the waiting arms of the champion and a fallaway slam before Nest went for the cover, which got him a two count.

As the match ticked into the eighth minute, Nest remained in control as he used his weight advantage to drive the wind out of MacRear; a series of slams and corner moves – shoulder thrusts and knee strikes – seemed to suffice for the champion before he performed a thrusting spinebuster. The following pin attempt once again got him a two count.

Undeterred, Nest lifted his opponent up onto the top rope in a seated position before climbing to the middle rope himself. The superplex was countered, however, as MacRear seemed to stick a thumb in the champion’s eyes. The big man stepped off the turnbuckle and staggered backwards, which allowed MacRear to connect with a missile dropkick! Both competitors scrambled back to their feet, but MacRear struck first as he performed a snapmare takedown before delivering a thunderous kick to the spine. A pin attempt got him a two count.

As did the next pin attempt.

With his frustration growing, MacRear set his opponent up for one of the more powerful moves in his arsenal – the Russian legsweep. But Nest fought out of it with a high back elbow before an Irish whip sent MacRear against the ropes. Or it would have done if he didn’t hang onto the top rope for dear life. Nest charged in at him and promptly got lowballed; the champion tumbled to the outside and seemed to hit the guard rail hard as MacRear posed for his ‘adoring’ fans inside the ring.

In the twelfth minute, as the champion got back to his feet, however, he was once again taken down. This time by a suicide dive. MacRear rolled him back into the ring and went for another pin, and again got a two count. His frustration was evident by now; MacRear dragged his opponent back to his feet and delivered a couple of European Uppercuts that sent the champion staggering back to the corner, whereupon he slumped down. This allowed Prince MacRear to take a run up and deliver the BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN’ EVERYWHERE! Nest stumbled up to his feet, right into the Selfie Made as MacRear went for the cover with a handful of tights, which got him the first three count of the match!

NEST – 0
MACREAR – 1

The referee ordered both competitors back to their corners for the mandatory break, during which time MacRear seemed to celebrate as if he was already the champion. Nest remained in his corner and shook the cobwebs out of his head.

The match restarted in the sixteenth minute as a confident Prince MacRear strode around the ring. Nest finally grabbed hold of him as the two men locked up collar and elbow. Once again, the champion overpowered his opponent as he forced MacRear back into the corner. This time, however, as the referee called for the break, Nest struck first, driving his opponent back into the turnbuckle with a shoulder thrust.

The crowd rallied behind the champion as he took the fight to the challenger. A series of knife edge chops lit up the chest of Prince MacRear, much to his chagrin, before Nest doubled him over with a knee to the midsection. The Apex Champion went against the ropes for some momentum, before he went for a knee lift – but MacRear avoided the attack. He lashed out with a toe kick to the gut, which doubled the champion over before MacRear went for the snap suplex – which was blocked. The second attempt was blocked as well, before Nest reversed it with a gourdbuster onto the top rope. The challenger was seemingly stuck in no man’s land as Nest went against the ropes, and this time he connected with the knee lift to the face.

MacRear tumbled to the outside this time, holding his face in pain as the champion followed him out. The challenger made his way around the ring, all the while being followed; he was able to out run the champion, rolling back into the ring before Nest slid in after him, which allowed MacRear the chance to stomp at the Apex Champion.

MacRear tried to maintain this advantage as the match entered its twentieth minute; a spinning neckbreaker took down the champion before MacRear grabbed him with an inverted facelock and lifted him back to his feet. Nest, however, was able to counter the upcoming Reverse Reartology as he spun out and threw MacRear overhead with a Northern Lights suplex! The challenger popped back up to his feet, but staggered towards the corner in pain, where he was met by a running splash from the champion. An Irish whip sent Prince MacRear from pillar to post before Nest nailed him with another corner splash. After which he perfectly executed the Nest Kick. MacRear slumped to the mat as Nest hooked a leg for the three count.

NEST – 1
MACREAR – 1

The fans cheered as Nest levelled the scores. Once again, the referee ordered the competitors back to their corner for the mandatory break period. With twenty two minutes on the clock, the match restarted.

An irate Prince MacRear made a beeline for his opponent after the restart; he caught the champion with a running forearm shot before connecting with several more. They were enough to force the champion back against the ropes. He went for an Irish whip, but Nest was able to reverse it, sending the challenger across the ring. But, once again, MacRear held onto the top rope. The champion charged in with a clothesline, but MacRear ducked under it and went against the far ropes, before coming back with a running thump. The pin attempt only got a one count.

Another snapmare followed by a soccer kick to the spine gave MacRear the advantage once more before he went against the ropes, coming back for a rolling neckbreaker. With the champion down, MacRear made his way towards the corner. He stepped out onto the apron and climbed up to the top rope, but by the time he got there, Nest was beginning to stir. The challenger leapt off the top rope with a crossbody block – NO! The champion caught him in midair, which drew a loud cheer from the crowd. But as Nest shifted his opponent up onto his shoulder, MacRear’s legs caught the referee in the side of the head and knocked him out cold!

The fans fell silent as Prince MacRear was able to fight out of the dangerous predicament, falling behind his opponent with an inverted facelock applied. This time he hit the Reverse Reartology … but there was no referee to make the count!!!

Prince MacRear was livid as the crowd counted along with him, more than enough for him to have pinned Nest. The Sultan of Selfies screamed out at the referee, but the official was still unconscious after that shot to the head.

The match was into its twenty-seventh minutes as MacRear made an effort to try and revive the officlal, but Nest had recovered. He had slowly got back to his feet as he grabbed MacRear from behind with a tiger suplex. The referee began to stir as he saw Nest bridging the tiger suplex for the cover – only to get a slow two count! An audible gasp sounded out throughout the arena as MacRear kicked out in the nick of time. But as both competitors lumbered back to their vertical bases once more, MacRear lashed out with a forearm smash to the face. Nest responded with a knife edge chop. Forearm smash. Knife edge chop. Forearm smash. Knife edge chop. Knife edge chop. Nest gained the upper hand before he went for the Irish whip. MacRear bounced off the ropes, straight into the waiting arms of the Apex Champion as Nest threw him up into the air for a pancake – only to get dropkicked to the face!

A weary Prince MacRear got back to his feet as he grabbed Nest in position for another Reverse Reartology, but the champion was able to spin out of it again and countered with an inverted atomic drop. The challenger hopped away in pain, but turned around as Nest thrust his hand into Prince MacRear’s mouth for the mandible claw! The look of disgust on MacRear’s face was clearly evident as he tried not to tap out, but he finally succumbed to the submission hold.

NEST – 2
MACREAR – 1

WINNER AND STILL APEX CHAMPION: Nest

After the match, Prince MacRear rolled out of the ring and was spitting everywhere to try and get the taste of that nasty hand out of his mouth as, in the ring, the referee handed Nest the Apex title.

The champion celebrated his victory, but kept an eye on Prince MacRear, who glared back, knowing full well that he had the match won if not for the referee being knocked down. The show came to an end as the two men held their gazes, with Nest lifting the LDFC Apex Championship above his head.

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